Stone Cold Cowboy(71)

He smelled clean, like soap and a spring day. She tilted her head and inhaled his scent. Restless, she leaned up and stared down at him.

“What are you doing now?” His gruff, pained voice made her smile.

“Kissing you good night.”

He tried to say something, but she pressed her thumb to his lips and trailed it down to his scruffy chin. “Shh.” Her lips met his in a soft kiss that lingered a few seconds so he could settle in. Once he did, she swept her tongue along his bottom lip, then kissed just that one lip, sucking gently. His hands contracted on her thigh and bottom. She kissed him again, sliding her tongue past his lips to taste the need building inside both of them. He pulled her thigh up his body and over the rigid length of his erection, then back down again.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, little one.”

Inches from his face, she stared into his hungry eyes. “It’s no game, Rory. I just want to be close to you. You make me feel, and right now, I want to feel all the good until it fills me up.”

This time she rubbed her thigh up his legs and over his hard length, pressing her body against his as she lowered her mouth to his again.

Rory groaned, giving in to her sweet temptation. The woman meant to drive him mad, but if she wanted to feel good, he’d make her feel damn good.

She slid her leg up and over his dick again. He slid his hand down her thigh, under her nightgown, and over her bare bottom. The woman had skin like silk. Everywhere he touched she was soft and supple. Her curves were sexy as hell. He tried not to think about the way she caressed him, the press of her breasts against his side, or the sensual way her tongue slid along his, slow and easy like a ballad, like she had all the time in the world to love him.

He dipped his hand over her bottom to her soft folds. Her leg stilled over his length and pressed down on him. She rocked against him to ease the ache, but it only made it worse, so he concentrated on his task—making her feel good.

He’d let her control the kissing, the timing, hell, him, but now he took the kiss deeper, letting her know he could command her just as she had him. He rubbed his hand back down her thigh. She breathed out her regret that he’d left the one place she really wanted him to touch her. He circled his fingers over her skin until her body softened against his. He swept his hand slowly back up her thigh, over her nicely rounded bottom, to her wet center. He rubbed the pads of his fingers ever so gently over her soft folds, teasing her with a light touch when what she really wanted was something much more intimate and urgent.

Her soft moan drove him on. He smoothed his fingers up, then down softly over her folds, driving one finger deep into her hot core. Her hips rocked back, and she took his finger deep. She broke the kiss, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and sighed out her pleasure.

“God, you’re so damn beautiful.” He thrust his finger deep again just to hear her make those erotic sounds that echoed through his mind and heart like a beacon calling him home.

She slid one hand down his chest and stomach, then back up under his shirt. Her warm hand pressed to his pecs, her fingers squeezed his muscles, and she rocked back and forth into his hand.

He used his free hand to push her hips on top of his. His aching cock pressed to her soft belly. He took her mouth in a deep kiss, trying to hold off his own release as her body moved over his. It took everything he had not to free his swollen flesh and bury himself deep inside her slick heat.

“Rory.”

His name on her lips sounded like the sweetest song.

He kneaded her bottom, pushing her down on top of him. He’d found his own soft rhythm, rocking his cock against her. She shifted again, rocked her clit against his dick as his finger sank deep again. She sucked his bottom lip, then kissed him hard.

“Rory, I want you inside of me when I come.”

He thrust two fingers deep this time and she groaned, rocking harder against him. “Condoms are upstairs. This one is for you.”

He spread his fingers wide over her ass and pressed her down on top of him, thrusting his fingers deep as she rocked back into his hand. She tightened around him and moaned, her forehead pressed to his chin. She rode out the aftershocks as he gently withdrew, pulsing his fingers in and out of her slick core until he was finally free. She stretched like a contented cat over him, rocking her pelvis over his aching flesh. He pressed both hands to her perfect ass and held her still.

“Stop. I’m riding the edge.” His words were as rough and urgent as his need for her.

Without warning, she slid down his chest, grabbed the elastic on his sweats, dragged them over his hard dick, and her mouth slid down his length before he had a coherent thought about her intentions. Seeing her come apart nearly did him in. Her mouth on him set fire to the fuse and sent him skyrocketing. She took him deep, wrapping her fingers around the base of his dick. She squeezed gently as her mouth rose up his flesh.