The Cowgirl & The Unexpected Wedding

“Not just yet,” he whispered as he knelt above her. “We’re going on this ride together.”

He entered her then, taking care to be sure that the pain was quick and over almost before she knew it.

“Oh!” she protested, then “Oh, my” as he eased deep inside.

Hank couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from her face as emotions raced across it, from anxiousness to anticipation to pure, ecstatic delight. Then when he was sure that her pleasure was at its peak, he allowed his own to build until they both shattered with soul-rocking climaxes, first hers, then his.

Slowly, slowly, their breathing returned to normal. Hank’s heart began to pump at a steadier beat But, he realized, his desire hadn’t waned at all. He knew in that instant that he would never get enough of Lizzy Adams, that the attraction would never wane, only deepen.

Maybe if this night had never happened, eventually he would have found another woman to love, another woman to share his life. Now, though, he knew for fact what he’d always suspected: his life would never be complete without Lizzy in it Just how in hell they were going to accomplish that was something to contemplate another time, without the distraction of having her curled up next to him, her sweet breath feathering across his chest.

“Lizzy?”

“Hmm?” she murmured.

“Are you okay?”

“Oh my, yes.”

He smiled at the disingenuous reply. “Hungry?”

“You mean for food?”

“Yes, for food. It’s getting late, and we missed dinner completely.”

She sat up and stretched, the unselfconscious movement stirring him all over again. He couldn’t seem to drag his gaze away from her body. She looked over at him, noticed his state of arousal and grinned.

“Are you absolutely certain dinner is what you’re hungry for?” she inquired.

“I suppose I could wait a little longer,” he conceded, reaching for her again.

It was an hour later before they finally left his bed and traipsed into the kitchen. He’d insisted Lizzy wear one of his shirts. “Otherwise we never will get dinner.”

“No willpower, huh?” she inquired lightly.

“I think I’ve displayed amazing willpower over the years. Today’s lapse is hardly inexcusable.”

Her expression sobered. “Hank?”

He stilled and gazed into her upturned face. “What, darlin’?”