The Virgin Cowboy Billionaire’s Secret Baby(40)

He gestured at the coffee table. “Could you hand me that other remote?”

She leaned toward the table, and as soon as her back was off the couch, he seized the opportunity and grabbed a handful of her hair.

Dara sucked in a breath. Her back arched. Her eyes widened, then slid closed. “Fuck…”

“This…this okay?”

She nodded, which must have pulled like hell. “Uh-huh.”

She tried to turn her head, so he loosened his grasp just enough to let her, and their eyes locked. In an instant, the porno was forgotten—he could barely hear the slapping skin and stupid dialogue over the beat of his own heart.

“Let go,” she whispered.

Immediately, he released her, and before he could even withdraw his hand, she’d spun around and climbed on top of him like she had last night. As if he wasn’t already turned on within an inch of his life—now he had Dara straddling him and kissing him.

He tugged at her shirt. She sat back to peel it off, and while she got rid of her bra too, he took his own shirt off. When they came back together, bare skin against bare skin gave him goose bumps, and he wanted to taste her as much as he wanted to touch her.

Grasping her hair again, he pulled her head back, and when he kissed her neck, her moan vibrated against his lips. How had he never imagined something like that would be so damned hot?

He explored her throat, her collarbones, back up to the underside of her jaw, all the while marveling at the softness of her skin against his lips and the heat of her body, her stiff nipples grazing his chest, the sounds she made, and how every time she squirmed, she rubbed against his dick.

Despite his grip on her hair, she tilted her head down again, found his lips and claimed a demanding kiss. He didn’t fight her—God, but he loved the way she kissed. The theatrical moaning in the background had nothing on the sharp, ragged breaths as Matt and Dara made out and held each other. He cupped her breasts, savoring all her little moans and whimpers as he teased her gently.

Between kisses, she said, “T-tell me if we’re going too fast.”

“No such thing right now.” He circled her nipples with his thumbs, making her gasp and shiver. “Just too slow.”

“In that case,” she whispered breathlessly, “we should get the rest of these stupid clothes out of the way.”

“Good idea.”

They pulled apart and stood. His head was spinning and his hands were shaking as he stripped out of his jeans and boxers. And holy shit, he felt so much better without that zipper pressing against his cock. Still turned on as all hell, but much less restrained and frustrated.

He paused to turn off the porno before it got annoying, then dropped his clothes on a chair, and when he faced her, he froze.

How had he never noticed what a stunning body she had? Naked, she was even hotter—smooth curves, gorgeous breasts and hips just begging for his hands over them. The little patch of dark hair between her thighs made his breath catch, and he could already see himself parting her legs and sliding inside her.

Nerves and arousal vied for dominance. Blood pounded in his ears.

Dara came closer, and she kissed him as they wrapped their arms around each other. The heat of her body and the softness of her skin against his drove him insane, and her kiss made his knees shake.

And just when he was pretty sure he couldn’t handle any more, she reached between them and stroked him, turning his thoughts to liquid.

Grinning against his lips, she murmured, “Still going too slow?”

“I think the only thing that wouldn’t be ‘too slow’ is fucking you.”

Dara’s breath hitched.

“We don’t have… I mean, I can—”

“I think you’d better fuck me before we both lose our minds.”

Oh. My. God.

He swallowed. “Should we go upstairs?”

“We should.” She nudged him toward the couch. “But I don’t want to wait that long, and I have a feeling you don’t either.”

“N-not really, no.”

“Thought so.” She kissed him, and then whispered, “Let me get on top. So all you have to do is lie back and enjoy it.”

He lay back on the couch, and she straddled him like she had last night, except now his heart went even crazier because they didn’t have two pairs of jeans dividing them this time.

She lifted up and steadied herself, taking just the head of his cock, letting him feel how hot and wet she was.

Matt struggled to focus his eyes. He wanted to watch her, to see everything she did, but he was already overwhelmed.

She came down slowly, taking him a fraction of an inch at a time. He’d fantasized plenty of times about what it might feel like to be inside a woman, and this was everything he imagined and nothing he’d imagined all at once. She was so tight, and hot, and slick, and he’d never even thought about what her thighs would feel like against his hips or how the little hitches in her breath would sound as she took him deeper in her pussy.