Chapter 51

Tabby thought she’d yell. Scream. There was nothing to grab onto, no sheets by her side on the narrow cot. So she contented herself with grabbing onto his firm shoulders.

His lips closed over her nipple. “Cole,” she exhaled.

No answer. But what that mouth did to her was mind-splitting. First the one, then the other, the weight of his body making her hot. The man was firm, like a rock. His whole body worked together to get that large cock into what felt like her tiny opening.

She winced, and a bit of pain ricocheted through her as he entered, stopped, then moved forward again, stretching her.

“Ow.” The word escaped, as she writhed on the cot. Hey. His fault. He’s the one who’d told me to be me. My real self. And it hurt. But hell, it was a hurt she wanted.

He stood his ground, but asked quickly. “You okay? Do you want me to come out?”

“No.” She sucked in a breath, adjusting her naked ass on the narrow cot. “Just go slow.”

“Okay, Tabs.” She sensed the monumental self-control it took for him to stop. Stay there, an inch or two in.

Then that was driving her mad. She wanted him in. All the way, damn the pain. With a quick thrust of her hips, she ricocheted against him, pulled him in with a quick maneuver. Suddenly, she was totally filled. Filled with Cole Dawson. Filled with handsome, determined cowboy.

“Tabitha,” his voice erupted, and once again, he didn’t dare move, even though lodged in her. “I thought you didn’t want me to…”

“Keep up, Cowboy.” Her muscles clenched against him, and she pivoted her hips against him, his cock buried deep in her. A loud, gut-wrenching moan from him was her answer. “Woman. What do you want? I can’t hold back. Not if you do that, for lord’s sake.”

“Then don’t. Have at me, Cowboy.”

His gaze flicked to hers. “Really?”

“Do your best. Your 100% best. Or I’m leaving to work on my book. Got it?”

His gaze darkened. “Pretty damn bossy.”

“So obey me.”

He started. It was glorious. The gorgeous Cole Dawson, in all his naked glory, thrust into her, deep. Started the motion, built. Moved decisively into her, harder. Watched her face, but increased the pressure. The desire to make them one. One piece of flesh, molded together.

Tabby flew, high. Into the sky, past the clouds. All spurred on by the motion, the determination, the crazy, delicious things he was doing to her.

She sensed things building and that in a few scant moments, neither of them would be able to hold back.

When finally, the man came with a huge explosive yell, she shattered too, around him, his scream and hers fusing, echoing as one.