Free Second Hope Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver

her hungrily. So wrapped up in the moment, she hadn’t heard the shower turn off or the door open. How long had he been watching? What should have been a cold splash of invisible water across her secret moment instead made tingles bursts through her pussy lips. Knowing he had watched her turned her on even more.
    She slipped her gaze to where his jeans set low on his hips and a good-sized bulge behind his zipper.
    “I knocked. You didn’t answer.” His voice was thick and husky. As if he’d sprinted a mile.
    “I-I…didn’t…”
    “Of course not.” His eyes twinkled.
    She stood at the edge of a cliff. She could ask him to leave, or she could invite him to stay. A tug of war between emotion and her future loomed like a dark cloud.
    And in less than a second, she knew what she had to do.
    “Join me, Tucker. Please.”
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    Tucker’s balls ached as he stood in the doorway to the bedroom staring at beauty at its most divine. Hope was his ex, which should mean something, but at the moment, he couldn’t think clearly.
    She was spread across his bed, her long blonde hair spread over the pillow. Her flushed cheeks made her eyes appear darker. Her pouty lips were kissable pink. Her nipples were puffy and erect. Her knees were bent and her hands splayed across her stomach.
    He was in trouble and he didn’t give a damn.
    He teetered on a high wire and he had a decision to make. If he followed his utmost desire, walked across the room and climbed in bed with her, he’d have to face the consequences of tomorrow. Was he prepared to face the harsh morning light?
    On the other hand, he could turn and walk away. After all, she’d walked away from everything. He could turn the table and prove to himself, and to her, that he was over her enough to deny life’s greatest pleasure.
    But he wasn’t over her, and he certainly couldn’t come up with one good reason what walking away would prove. Sure, he’d get some gratification knowing he’d spurred her as she’d done him—but he’d never been a spiteful person. He certainly had no desire, even in the darkest places of his heart, to hurt Hope. He had a feeling if he followed through, he’d be the only one who’d be burned.
    And he was willing to face the devil to touch her one more time.
    To feel her body next to his, against his.
    What they’d shared earlier wasn’t enough and had only left him deeper in insanity’s grip.
    Putting all thought and concern to the back of his mind, he stepped across the room toward the bed and the beauty that beckoned him like a treasure.
    When he reached the edge of the mattress, she lifted up on knees, her breasts firm and her nipples were as hard and red as cherries.
    “My God, Hope.” His voice vibrated his chest. He bent and brought his mouth to one breast, covering the swollen bud and rolling his tongue over the tip. With his free hand, he molded the other pale mound in his palm, caressing the warm flesh, flicking the nipple with his thumb. She arched her back, a needy moan escaped her lips. Bringing his head up, he covered her mouth with his, meeting her tongue, licking her sweet and salty flavors.
    Her fingers moved along his bare chest, skimming lower to his stomach and the waist of his jeans. He felt her tug at the button then the zipper before she slipped her fingers inside of his boxers, wrapping her fingers around his cock that was already hard and ready.
    Needing to give himself some freedom, he pushed his jeans and boxers down his legs and his sex stood straight up, pointing at the ceiling. A sweet smiled curved her lips, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He realized he wouldn’t last long. He wanted to take things slow and steady. To savor her body, to relish every moment, but his cock already pulsated, threatening to burst if she played with him too long.
    And then things only got harder…
    She lowered her head, her still damp hair sweeping across her cheek as she covered him with her mouth. His breath