The Marine Cowboy(9)

Sheri threw her head back and laughed.

His hands were on his belt buckle when she reached up to untie her dress. “No, ma’am.” He pinned her with a look. “You leave my present wrapped. I’ll take care of that in just a moment.”

Playfulness flashed beneath the fire in her eyes. “Why sir, I do believe you say the most provocative things.” She cupped her breasts through the dress, and her fingers flicked where he imagined her dusky nipples would be. His dick hardened like corded steel. If he grew any stiffer, he risked permanent injury.

“You’ve got a wicked streak in you, librarian.” The zipper’s release gave him a momentary relief, but his cock thrummed against his belly as he peeled the jeans down.

Her low whistle of appreciation stroked his masculine pride. “You’re about to make a fantasy come true. I don’t think I’m anywhere near wicked enough.” Her confession scraped sparks through him. He nudged her hands aside, replacing them with his own. Her breasts were full, a solid handful, and he massaged them through the dress. Sure enough, her nipples stabbed at his palms.

“Is that so?” He continued to trace her shape, almost arguing with himself over where to start. Urging the hem of her dress up, he revealed a lovely crescent moon tattoo on the curve of her right hip. Rubbing his thumb over the shape, he glanced up at her.

“Yes, it is definitely so. My one other impulsive decision.”

“What was the other one?” Curiosity filled him.

She stretched out a hand and stroked it across his abdomen, the muscles contracting at the feathery touch. “This date—you.”

“Nice.” Lust peaked inside of him. Continuing his quest upward, he teased the gentle mound of her sex through the damp panties. Thank God she seemed as aroused as he. Her breath came in fast little gasps as he explored her reactions. He increased the pressure, searching for her clit. She caught his cock in a gentle fist as he swirled his thumb.

“I want to be naked.”

“You will be.” He slid his hand under the edge of the fabric and dipped his fingers between her slick folds. She gripped his cock and stroked up and down. His eyes nearly crossed. With reluctance he caught her hand in his and urged it away from him. He didn’t want to blow too early.

She growled, almost baring her teeth at his action and he laughed. Damn, she was fun. He caught the side of her panties, right at the seam and tore them. Her eyes widened at the rending of the fabric, but she arched her hips and he pulled them free.

“Better?” He murmured, nudging her thighs further apart so he could enjoy the view of the soft, damp pink flesh. Her shaven pussy damn near did in him. He groaned at the single, neat strip of curls stretching up almost like an arrow. Did she do that just for him? So much more to his sexy little librarian than he knew.

“Almost.” Rolling her head back, she lifted her hips in entreaty again. “But I think I’m overdressed for the occasion.”

“Me, too.” All of a sudden, he felt very agreeable. Playing with her was a joy, but he wanted her naked and all those soft, delicious curves beneath him. He didn’t even mind when she stripped the dress upward in one long, sensual tug and tossed it off the bed. “No bra.”

He approved.

“It’s a sundress.” She crooked a finger at him and he came down on top of her, catching her mouth in another hot, wet kiss. He let his hands roam down her sides, stroking her silky, soft skin and enjoying the warmth as his cock slid against her damp heat. She was sugar and spice and everything a woman promised.

Dragging himself away, he grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Lying at her side, he turned to look at her, meeting the sharp intelligence in her brown eyes.

“Do you remember what I told you on the porch?” His voice, tight with need, rose no higher than a whisper. At her slow nod, A.J. let go of the control reining him in. “Good. Consider yourself warned.”

Rolling over, he kissed a path down to her breasts. He’d forgotten how much he missed this—touching a woman, exploring her body, feeding her pleasure. As much as he’d wanted to be alone when he returned to Freewill, he craved the contact with her—with Sheri. He swirled his tongue around one hard-pointed nipple and increased the pressure of his thumb against her clit. The dual actions sent her breathing into jagged little spikes. She fisted the bed sheets in her hands. Already imagining the feel of her gloving his cock, he fought for that final step, tormenting himself on the sweet sensation of her pleasure.

Closing his mouth over one turgid point, he slid a single finger inside her, urging her release. Her first shout spurred him to add a second finger. He delved into the sensuous heat, thrilled with her wild response and steadily increased the pressure with his tongue until her body clenched, spasming around him. She cried out, hips bucking up to meet his hand, and he abandoned her breast to swallow her cries of pleasure.