Cowboys Like Us. Vicki Thompson Lewis

she murmured.

      “You’re so still.”

      She looked up at him. “I’m just …” Overjoyed? Ecstatic? No, she couldn’t say that.

      “Don’t worry. I’ll go slow. Let you get used to me.” He eased back and slid forward in a gentle motion.

      That was all it took. She gasped as the first spasm hit.

      His eyes widened. “Caro? Are you …?”

      “Yes … yessss.” A powerful orgasm arced through her, leaving her shuddering and breathless.

      His voice was low and intense. “Okay, then.” His buttocks flexed beneath her fingers as he began a steady rhythm that urged her quivering body to tighten once again. He gazed down at her, his dark eyes gleaming with purpose. “I think you’re used to me.”

      “Uh-huh.” Her breath caught as he shifted his angle to penetrate even deeper.

      He paused and gulped for air. “Still okay?”

      “Mmm.” She wrapped her legs around him, opening herself in complete surrender. “Don’t …”

      He frowned in obvious concern. “Don’t?”

      “Don’t stop.” She smiled up at him.

      “Caro, you’re …” He dragged in more air. “Amazing.”

      Logan’s movements took on new authority as his forceful thrusts propelled them forward. Gradually he increased the pace, urging both of them toward the brink.

      Caro abandoned herself to his rhythm as they rocked faster, and faster still, and then … heat flooded through her, brilliant, golden and intense. Through the haze of her climax she heard him cry out, and he surged forward. She absorbed his orgasmic shudders with a laugh of pure delight.

      This had been an outstanding idea.

      LOGAN FELT THE RIPPLE of laughter caress his happy penis. He’d never had any woman laugh at the end of sex with him, but was beginning to understand that Caro was unique. Once he had enough breath in his lungs to form a sentence, he nuzzled her ear. “Do you usually laugh after sex?”

      She laughed again. “No.”

      “Should I be honored or insulted?”

      “Honored, for sure. I couldn’t help it. I’m so happy.”

      He raised his head and peered down at her. Sure enough, she looked content. Her eyes sparkled and her skin was flushed with obvious pleasure. He’d like to claim credit for that, but he had a hunch Caro was pretty easy to please. Still, she had said she didn’t usually laugh.

      “So what brought on this happy laughter?”

      She stroked his back. “Well, because I’ve never invited a man I just met into my bed, I wasn’t absolutely sure it would work out well. But it did, didn’t it?”

      “That’s an understatement.” He loved the way she touched him—not too light and not too heavy. Not everyone was good at that.

      “See? We took a chance on each other and had a terrific time. We even managed a mutual climax, and that doesn’t always happen, especially the first time with someone.”

      “That’s true.” She was adorable—and that tug at his heart should serve as a warning to be careful. But he wouldn’t have much luck distancing himself while he was this close to her sweet, sunny self. He’d work on the distancing thing later, maybe on the plane ride home.

      In the meantime, he planned to soak up as much of this therapy as he could, and give her some in return. “I’d have to say that was the best first-time sex I’ve ever had.”

      “Me, too. Hands down. Which is a good thing, because we needed to get it right the first time, all things considered.”

      “Yeah, not much time to practice.” But he was willing to work in whatever practice they could. She ought to have some input on that plan, though. “Especially if you want to get some sleep before morning comes.”

      She switched from stroking his back to fondling his chest. “Are you sleepy?”

      He wondered if she’d ever studied massage. Her touch was magic. “I asked you first.”

      “All right, then I’ll be honest. I want to come at least once more before morning does. That is, if you have another condom available.”

      He grinned. “I have two more.”

      “Excellent.”

      “I would have bought more than that, but the machine wasn’t very cooperative.”

      “It probably needs maintenance. I’ll bet nobody would report it to Josie or me. A guy might tell Steve, but it’s not like some cowboy would come up to me and say the condom machine is malfunctioning. It’s kind of a prob—”

      He cut her off with a quick kiss. “Let’s not worry about it. I have two more, and if you’ll direct me to your bathroom …”

      “Across the hall.”

      He eased away from her and left the bed. “Be right back.” The moment he put his weight on his right leg, pain sliced through his knee. Without meaning to, he sucked in a breath.