Calling a Cowboy: An Older Man Younger BBW Romance (Real Good Men of Oklahoma Book 3) by Daisy Gold

Author:Daisy Gold [Gold, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-09-10T16:00:00+00:00

When I wake, Rosie’s hand is guiding mine up along her curves to her breast.

It isn’t quite dawn, and the light from the window is weak and anemic. Normally, I’d be up and fed by now, but nothing about the last sixteen hours has been normal, and I get the feeling it may never be again.

“Baby doll,” I say, my voice heavy with sleep. I wouldn’t complain, but a part of me worries she’s doing this as repayment after what she said in the truck at the clinic. I get the feeling most of the help she’s had in her life has come with a cost, and I hate that.

“Please,” she whispers. “I want you to touch me.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Billy.” She turns her head back toward me, and her mouth is so close. She licks her bottom lip. Her smooth cheek is flushed, and the hair that’s escaped her bun rests against her neck like fine feathers. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

Her hand squeezes mine—an unnecessary entreaty because I sense her need. I feel it as strongly as I feel my own.

She aches like I ache, and so I lean closer and dip my head to kiss her.

Rosie sighs against my mouth, and as much as her desire was a palpable thing, so is the promise of relief my kiss brings.

I do touch her then. I let my hand travel to her breast and cup its heavy weight through her nightgown. Her nipple tightens and presses against the fabric as I slide my thumb across it. Her hips shift, her ass grinding on my cock, and she gasps when I switch to her other breast. She’s soft and sexy, and the things I want to do to this woman might shame a better man, but I want them all the same. I want her.

Her tongue strokes my lips, and I can’t help but feel this kiss is a Pandora’s box. Still, I open, tasting her, and my hand slides down her body to her sweet thighs. She shifts toward me, rolling onto her back to grant me greater access as my fingers slip under her nightgown and along her soft, hot skin.

She’s wearing panties. Again, nothing lacy or seductive, but plain cotton—wet through with want.

Rosie moans into my mouth when I touch her there, and again when I pull her panties aside and slide my fingers into her wet heat. Her clit is a needy knot hidden in her silky folds, and my mouth waters at the thought of tasting it.

Gentle, I remind myself, but Rosie bites my lip—hard—and my cock surges.

She pulls back a few inches to smile at me, and her grin is all promise and mischief and desire. I think of the truck, and the sound she made when I tugged her hair and bit her neck.

“Please,” she says again. “Make me feel good.”

Someone growls, and it must be me because as far as I know, Grim is curled up on the couch in Rosie’s living room.

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