Discovering Harmony (Wishing Well, Texas #3)

My body was still buzzing even after my incredible orgasm, and I was pretty sure it had something to do with the fact that I was laying on top of a very naked, very erect man—one who I happened to love.

I was ready to go for round two—well round two for me, round one for him—but there was something keeping me in place. Hud’s fingers were running through my hair as his other hand caressed my back. It made me feel safe, cherished, loved. I’d had enough sex with people I didn’t care about and who didn’t care about me to know that this was what was missing. The snuggling. The laughing. The intimacy. The more.

“This was what I was waiting for. The more.” I called back to our conversation on my birthday.

“By ‘more,’ you mean you being in charge,” he teased.

Lifting my head, I rested my chin on his chest and smiled up at him. “I thought you were going to break a few times.”

“So did I,” he admitted as he brushed a strand of hair that had fallen in my face and tucked it behind my ear.

It felt so right, being here with him, like this.

My smile grew even wider as I asked. “Is it really that hard for you to let someone else take control?”

“Yes.” He pushed his hips up, pressing his impressive, rock-hard erection against my body. “See exhibit: A.”

I laughed at his callback to that same night. I loved that we had inside jokes. I loved how perfectly we fit together. Not just in bed, but out of it, too. Like at the ranch, we worked together like a well-oiled machine. One that I planned on starting again on Monday. Last week, it had felt so wrong for him to be up there without me. We were a team. And I planned on getting the band back together whether he wanted to play again or not.

Hud’s hands ran down my back, lower this time, cupping my backside, and round two was looking better and better.

I started to push up, but Hud held me in place. “You don’t have to…we don’t have to do anything. All I need is to hold you.”

“Really?” With a little more force, I pushed past his hold.

“Really.” He looked so serious, so intense as his hands fell to my thighs. “This is enough. Just being this close to you. It’s not about sex.”

I knew he was saying those things because he was determined that this was going to be our last night together, but it wasn’t. Not if I had anything to say about it. Even if it was, I didn’t want to spend it being sad, or dwelling on that depressing fact, not when there were extra-large bones we could play with.

In an attempt to change the somber tide back to pleasure waves, I gripped the base of his massive member, lifted my hips, and placed his engorged head at my opening. His eyes were glued to where our bodies touched and his fingers flexed on my thighs.

“I don’t see why it can’t be both: Sex and being close,” I teased as I sank down on him about a half an inch. “Do you?”

“Both is good,” he rasped as he slid his hands up my thighs and his finger found my clit.

As he intimately massaged the hood of my sex I eased down on him until he was buried deep inside of me. Slowly, inch by incredible inch, until I took all of him. I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the fullness of his body filling me.

When I opened them, the look of love, of reverence, as he stared up at me stole my breath away. Resting my hands on his chest, I used his body as leverage as I lifted my hips and pushed back down. My core began vibrating with bliss as he slid in and out of my tight passage. His finger never left my magic button, and the combination had me heading straight for Orgasm City.

I thought I might be able to prolong my visit, but when one large hand clamped over my breast and tweaked my nipple, it put me in the express lane and I was passing the city limits before I could put on the brakes.

My entire body erupted in a dizzying explosion of dazzling rapture. Stars whirled behind my eyelids as pleasure lashed from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. Tremors quaked through me and I let myself give over to their power. I didn’t think, didn’t speak, I just let go and sank into the erotic oblivion.

When I started regaining my senses, I felt him sit up. He lifted my legs and wrapped them behind his back causing my pelvis to tilt and him to drive deeper into me. I encircled my arms around his neck as his hips rolled in a move I’d only seen on Magic Mike. My chest was heaving, still breathless from my release, and a tingle spread from my nipples as they rubbed on his bare chest. I loved the feeling of being skin to skin. Being with Hud, like this, felt like our bodies were two parts of the same piece. That we’d been made for each other.

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