Stone Cold Cowboy(88)

He kissed his way back up her neck to her ear and whispered, “If you’re not ready for this, say so now.”

“Don’t stop, Rory.”

He slid his hand back around her side to her breast and rubbed his palm over her.

“I want you.” She sighed.

That was all he needed to hear. He pulled his hand free of her shirt, grabbed the hem, and dragged it up and over her head, catching her bra on the way up and pulling it off, too. He stared down at her creamy skin and pink-tipped breasts, her nipples hard and begging for his mouth, and thought his heart stopped along with his breath. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”

Her hand settled on his face. “Love me.”

He already did, but right now he needed to show her more than he needed to say it. His mouth crushed hers. He needed that taste of her to settle his heart and give him a chance to hold on to his control before he tore the rest of her clothes off and drove his aching cock inside her sweet body.

Her hands smoothed over his back, grabbed hold of his shirt, and dragged it up and over his head. He broke the kiss long enough to let her do it, but quickly took her mouth again in a deep kiss. Her bare skin touched his, her hard-tipped breasts pressed to his chest, and she moaned into his mouth with the sheer pleasure she couldn’t contain and he needed more of right now.

He kissed his way down her neck again. This time, he didn’t stop at her shoulder, but trailed kisses over her chest and straight to one of her peaked nipples. He took the tight bead into his mouth and sucked softly, his hand sliding up her ribs to cup her breast. He licked the tip, circled his tongue around the tight bud, then took it into his mouth again, sucking harder.

Her fingers raked through his hair and gripped it tight. “Oh God, Rory.”

Exactly. God sent him this gift and he meant to show his appreciation and love her the way she asked.

He took her breast in his hand, her nipple caught between his index and middle fingers. He squeezed and kneaded, kissing his way to her other breast and taking that nipple into his mouth. Her hands never stopped moving over him. She brushed them over his head, down his neck, and over his shoulders, arching her back and offering up the bounty he couldn’t get enough of for more attention. He gave it to her, but he wanted so much more.

The little moans and sighs she made drove him crazy wild. He slid his hand down her taut belly to the button on her jeans. He pulled it loose, then unzipped the denim, sliding his hand inside and over her panties to cup her in his hand. She rocked her hips into his palm and he rubbed back and forth, hindered by the tight material. Frustrated he couldn’t touch her the way he wanted, he leaned back, sat up, and hooked his fingers in the top of her jeans and pink lace panties.

“You’re killing me, you know that.”

She planted her heels on the blanket, lifted her hips, and he dragged the denim and lace down her legs. It didn’t take but a second to pull her socks off her feet. With Sadie naked to the sky and his wandering gaze, he stared down at her and took her all in, from the fall of her blond hair over the blanket and her shoulders, to her softly rounded breasts, slender belly, slightly flared hips, and long toned legs. She had pretty feet and toes. It made him smile.

“What?” She covered the scar on her side and across her belly with her hands, which only made him stare at the scars around her wrists. The many other small marks all over her barely registered. All he saw was the beauty laid out before him.

“I am so damn lucky.”

She leaned up, hooked her hand around the back of his neck, and pulled him in for another kiss. He followed her back down to the blanket and started the dance all over again, because now that he had her naked, he wanted to touch every inch of her again and again, but his restraint waned until he smoothed his hand down her thigh, back up the toned muscles, and found her hot, wet center with his roaming fingers. He slid his fingers over her soft folds and sent one deep into her warmth. She rocked her hips into his hand and moaned out his name.

Her hand mapped his chest and down his taut stomach. He ached to be inside her, but settled for her hand sliding over his swollen flesh over his jeans. She wasn’t satisfied at all and made quick work of undoing the button and zipper and dipping her hand down the front of his boxer briefs and along his aching cock. Her fingers wrapped around his length and squeezed. He rocked into her hand and groaned, sending his finger deep into her core. He pressed his thumb to her clit as she circled her hips and rubbed against him. Her hand sank deeper down his length, her fingers gripped his balls, and he sucked in a ragged breath and tried to hold on to his sanity.

He broke the kiss they shared and replaced her lips on his with her breast. God, the way she tasted. The way she felt. The way she tempted him.