Hell on Heels (Hotel Rodeo #1)(33)

He was hardly able to suppress the howl of mirth that threatened to burst out. He’d never f*cked on demand before, but there was always a first. “You sure about that?” he taunted.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Gotta love a woman who knows what she wants.”

Monica didn’t shy from taking what she wanted. Neither did he. He threw her over his shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked. “Quit manhandling me!” His breath gushed out as her knee made contact with his gut. He was thankful it wasn’t a few inches lower. “You started the rough stuff, Ms. Brandt. Now I’m gonna finish it.”

“Let me down. I can walk!”

“And I can carry you. Just go with it, Sugar,” he chuckled. “It makes me feel manly.”

He carried her into the bedroom and tossed her unceremoniously onto the mattress, his eyes never leaving her as he toed off his boots and then stripped out of his clothes. Her gaze swept over his naked body down to his hard-on. “Like what you see?”

She visibly swallowed.

He chuckled darkly. “I’ll take that as an affirmative.” He pounced onto the bed, caging her body under his.

“No, Ty,” she protested. “Not like this. I need to be on top.”

He shook his head with a laugh. “I’ve never met a woman with so many damned rules.”

“Look, you already know you’ll get yours,” she said. “I just want to be sure I get mine.”

He nuzzled into her neck and traced her ear with his tongue. “If you’re afraid I won’t get you off, why did you stop me a minute ago? I’ve never known a woman who didn’t want to be tongued into a coma.”

“Because you were taking too damned long, that’s why. Besides, I prefer vaginal orgasms.” She pushed on his chest. “C’mon, let me on top.”

“I’m finding this a fascinating situation,” he drawled, refusing to budge.

“No offense, Ty, but I know my own body. I never come unless I’m on top.”

“Maybe that’s because you won’t let yourself,” he argued. “I think this is really all about control, Ms. Brandt. You don’t like giving it up. That’s the real reason you wouldn’t let me finish you with my mouth. ’Cause I was the one in charge.”

“I don’t like this conversation.” A faint note of panic resonated in her tone. “Do you want to do this or not?”

Her words confirmed his suspicions. She really was afraid of giving it all up. It was crystal clear that no man had ever broken through her barriers. He relished the idea of being the first. He wasn’t about to back down now. “We’re gonna do this, all right. But the way I reckon it, Ms. Brandt,” he drawled, “it’s time someone restored order to the universe.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means that someone, namely me, needs to f*ck you until your teeth rattle—missionary style.”

Her gaze flickered down to his crotch. “Order in the universe? What, do you think you’re the man of steel or something?”

“I’ll let you be the judge of that, but we’re still gonna do this my way.”

“What do you propose to do? Hog-tie me?” Her voice was light, but she watched him intently. Too intently. Another revealing sign. Some * must have manhandled her. That explained a lot.

“I’ll try just about anything once,” he said, “but I’m really not into that BDSM shit.” He added, light and teasing, “Though come to think of it, I’d love to see you brandishing a flogger in crotchless black leather. But I think that flogger would only last about three seconds in your hands before I applied it to your sweet little ass.”

She regarded him warily. “I told you I’m not into any of that kinky stuff, Ty.”

“I’m not either, Sugar,” he reassured. “I like it lots of ways—hard and fast, slow and easy, loud and dirty—but I don’t believe in props and gadgets to get the job done.” He kissed her again, hard and hungry, and then surprised her by rolling her on top. “Tell you what, just to prove I believe in equality, I’ll let you be on top—but only if you can find a better use for that pretty mouth than talking.”



“Be careful what you wish for cowboy,” she purred, “ ’cause you just might get it.” Now that she had the chance, it was time to show Ty Morgan she had a few tricks of her own.

She slid down the length of his body, loving the solid feel of him beneath her. With both her palms flat against his chest, she worked her mouth over him, dipping her head and tracing the flat disc of his nipple with her tongue and then moved to the other. She moved slowly downward, following the erotic trail of hair while mapping his body with her hands and mouth.

Although she’d never shied away from oral sex, she’d always regarded it with ambivalence. It was always a trade-off. If you wanted oral you had to give it. But this time was different. Ty was different. She wanted to feel him in her mouth, to watch him get off. To blow his mind with pleasure. Maybe Ty didn’t exaggerate his bedroom skills, but he was too damned confident about how good he was. His constant taunts about it only inspired a deep desire to put him in his place.

She snaked lower until her breasts rested against the hard muscles of his thighs. The hair of his legs teased her skin as he suddenly shifted beneath her. She looked up to find his head propped up with pillows, his eyes heavy-lidded, and his mouth compressed. Tension emanated from his every muscle. She sensed he was uncomfortable with this passive role, but she swore to make it worth his while.