Must Love Cowboys: This steamy and heart-warming cowboy rom-com is a must-read! (Once Upon A Time In by Carly Bloom (ebook reader that looks like a book .txt) 📕

knees. Because the smell and taste of an excited woman was the biggest turn-on in the world. And tasting Alice—his Allie—was more than a turn-on.

It was fucking nirvana.

He ran his palms gently over Alice’s nipples, awed by the goose bumps breaking out all over her body. She was so sensitive. “I bet I could make you come just by playing with your breasts.”

Alice sighed and shuddered. “I doubt—”

He pinched a nipple.

“Oh,” Alice wheezed, squeezing her thighs together.

Beau covered the nipple with his mouth, and Alice made a low humming sound in her throat that set his senses on fire.

They probably should move things to the bedroom, but Beau was literally too impatient, so he sat on the couch and pulled Alice on top of him. Straddling him. In crotchless panties.

She kissed him, and it wasn’t a gentle librarian-style kiss. It was an impatient, hornier-than-hell kiss. She ran her hands through his hair while devouring his mouth, invading him with her tongue, as if she wanted to explore every nook and cranny.

Of course, she’d be thorough about it. And Beau didn’t mind at all. He was one hundred percent on board for letting horny-on-fire Alice do whatever she wanted to him. He’d let her set the pace. No problem.

She rose up on her knees and guided his face to her breasts. Her devastatingly perfect breasts. He had what felt like a brief out-of-body experience while his brain tried to accept the fact that he was finally with Alice. Like, really with her.

Mind, body, and soul.

Alice’s nipple brushed his cheek, and she moaned. Beau took her breast in his hand, kissed it, flicked the nipple with his tongue so Alice would make that sound again, and then he brushed it with his five o’clock shadow. Alice gasped, and he was worried he’d been too rough, but then she rubbed her nipple over his chin—where the whiskers were roughest—before teasing his lips.

He accepted the tantalizing nugget right into his mouth. Alice squirmed in response. Damn, she was cute when she was being driven crazy. And he was nowhere near done. He trailed his fingers up her inner thigh until Alice became very still. The only thing moving was her chest as she breathed, and Beau swore he could hear her heart pounding.

He brushed the edge of her panties. And then he touched right in the middle, where the slit in the crotchless panties was now spread wide open. His fingers met Alice’s flesh and she moaned and squirmed and rubbed herself all over him.

His finger was right there at her entrance, and she pressed against it. “Please Beau,” she whispered.

“Please what?”

“Can you . . .”

“You want me to finger you? Because that lands me squarely on third base, Miss Martin.”

Her eyebrows went up at the sound of finger you. But who didn’t like a bit of dirty talk? Also, if there was a technical term in Latin for the act, Alice would be sure to tell him.

She was practically sitting in his palm now, and she ground herself against him.

“Is that a yes?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

She’d said it so quietly that he almost didn’t hear her. He sensed an air of vulnerability, and it made him want to kiss her, to hold her, and to reassure her that he wanted her, and that he . . . Well, dammit. That he cared about her in a way he’d never cared about anybody.

He knew not to say it though. Instead, he slipped his tongue into her mouth, and she responded by deepening the kiss. And then very gently, he inserted his middle finger.

Alice stopped kissing him and froze. Then she dropped her head to his shoulder, breathing heavily against his neck. She made little sounds that began like kitten mews and evolved into soft moans when he crooked his finger and applied pressure right behind her pelvic bone, where women often liked it.

Alice’s moans became lower. Deeper. And she moved her hips in a way that nearly drove him mad. In a way that suggested she knew just how to fuck a man.

But he wasn’t interested in his own pleasure. He was only interested in hers.

“Is this okay?” he asked. “Does it feel good?”

“Yes,” Alice gasped. “But . . .”

“But what? Tell me.”

“I think I need more clitoral stimulation.”

Yes! Man, it was so awesome to have a woman actually tell him what she wanted. He lifted Alice off his lap.

“What’s happening?” Alice said.

Beau patted the cushion of the couch. “Lie down on your back.”

Alice complied, resting her head on a pillow. Her knees were drawn up, and the toes of her pretty little feet dug into his thigh. He twisted to face her, kicking his boots off and bringing one leg and foot up onto the couch. “Open your knees, sweetheart. Let me see. You can show me what you like.”

“Show you?”

“Yeah,” Beau said. “Touch yourself. I’ll watch.”

He’d said that casually. As if he said it all the time. Let me watch you get yourself off.

But he didn’t say that all the time. In fact, he’d never said it. Everyone thought he was so social and outgoing and had no filters, but in reality, he kept a lot to himself. Like most people with a secret, he was guarded, even if it didn’t show. All the time. As if he had a million secrets that might come out if he didn’t watch himself. But with Alice, it all fell away. And more and more, he found himself saying exactly what he thought when he was around her. If he didn’t work on reinstalling some filters, he was going to blow it all by telling her how he really felt about her. By telling her that this was more than fun times for him. That it was way more than living out a fantasy.

That this was everything.

“I’m feeling a bit shy,” Alice said.

This confession was so sweet that it made Beau’s heart flutter around in his chest like a damn butterfly. He did a double take