Chapter 20

“Pax,” I whispered in the early light, which bled golden-bright through the thin curtains. “Don’t stop, guy.”

He didn’t stop. Every time his head plunged down on my rock, his nose dove into the vee of my pubes. I watched his throat as he breathed deep every time, drawing in my aggressive scent, using the aroma as his own aphrodisiac. His head pumped up and down tumultuously on my heated stick. He was grunting now, and making tender growling sounds.

I was in my own state of bliss. Waves of overwhelming delight crashed through me as he sucked me off. Excitement sparked under my skin as the cowboy’s palm and fingers traveled up my rippled chest, stopping to tweak my steel-hard, thimble-sized nipples. Mind-sweeping lust roared between my temples and I whispered, “Pax, you have to stop or I’m going to shoot.”