Hell on Heels (Hotel Rodeo #1)(34)

Without taking her eyes from his face, she dragged her tongue seductively over her lips as she took his thick, jutting length in her hand. She watched through her lashes as she kissed up and down his big, thick, and silky soft shaft. His chest rose and his eyes shuttered at the first long lick upward. She teased his underside with flicks and darts of her tongue, probing his slit and then circling his crown, shutting her eyes briefly, inhaling his musk and savoring his salty taste on her tongue. The erotic combination incited a shudder of desire deep into her core.

She mouthed his entire crown, sucking his essence. His thighs tensed and his hips gave an involuntary jerk, a response that only served to ramp her own lust. She’d never felt so aroused giving head. She drew him in deeper. Inch by thick, hot, pulsating inch, she worked his head and shaft with her lips and tongue, while rhythmically stroking her hands up and down his length.

He moaned his need and bucked his hips. Then his hands were off the bed, palming her head as his hips rocked in tempo with her mouth. She cupped his sac, gently rolling it between her fingers. His balls contracted against his body.

His hands tightened in her hair. “If you want yours,” his voice emerged as a low growl, “you’d best stop that now.”

He didn’t have to warn her when his body already had. He made a guttural sound and tried to withdraw, but she held fast, drawing him deeper, sucking him harder. She’d never relished swallowing before, but this was different, Ty was different. His pleasure was hers to control, and she wanted to milk every ounce out of it, out of him.

He cursed an unintelligible stream as he came, his hips jerking and his cock pulsing with each successive burst, until his hands dropped to his sides on a long exhale. Releasing his spent phallus with a smug smile, she climbed back up his body. Planting her hands on his chest, she straddled his hips and gazed down at him with a mocking look of expectation.

“Ah, hell,” he groaned. “I warned you not to finish me off. You gotta give me a little time now, Sugar.”

“If you’re not up to it,” she purred, “I could just finish myself.”

Shutting her eyes, she ran both hands over her breasts. While one hand toyed with her nipples, she skirted the other down her belly and then slipped it between her thighs. Rocking and undulating, she began pleasuring herself, watching him through slitted lids. Jutting her breasts, she threw her head back with a moan, relishing the flex of his hard muscles under her.

Before she realized what was happening, her back hit the mattress. To her satisfaction, her erotic show had stirred him almost instantly back to life.

“My turn now,” he growled, his erection nudging between her thighs. “And we’re doing it my way. And I promise by the time we’re done you aren’t gonna remember your own first name.” He looked ominously ready to carry out his threat.

“Protection?” she asked breathlessly.

“Got it covered this time.” He reached out to the nightstand drawer.

He had a drawer of condoms? The significance of that hit her like a sledgehammer. “So this place is your f*ck pad,” she remarked flatly.

“I don’t make a practice of bringing women to my home. It implies too much.”

“Too much what, Ty? Intimacy?”

“Maybe.” He shrugged. “I’m not wired for that stuff, so it’s easier to draw those lines from the start.”

“No worries with me there,” she replied stiffly. “This doesn’t mean any more to me than it does to you. The only thing I’m looking for is between your legs, and I assure you even that interest will be short-lived.”

“I wouldn’t count on that second part,” he crooned. “I have a reputation to uphold.”

He rolled off her to get the condom. Her heart raced as he gloved himself. For a while she’d let herself forget that she was only one in a long line of lovers. She’d wanted to be different, but this meant nothing to him. She’d only been fooling herself. What am I doing? Letting him inside her suddenly scared the hell out of her. Her thoughts must have shown.

He came back to her, his brows drawn. “Something wrong?”

“No . . . I don’t know.”

“Which is it, Monica? I’m getting a whole lotta mixed signals that I don’t understand.”

“It’s just that I’ve never done this kind of thing before.” She knew it didn’t make sense, but it somehow felt like there was a world of difference between giving head and actual intercourse.

“You sure fooled the hell out of me.” His entire body rumbled with his chuckle.

“I’m serious, Ty,” she glared. “I don’t know how to deal with casual sex.”

He caressed his finger over her lips. “You’re thinking way too hard on it, Sugar. Therapeutic, remember? It doesn’t always have to mean something. I can make you feel real good. Why not just enjoy it?”

“Because . . . because . . .” She realized she had no answer when he phrased it like that.

“I want you. You want me. It can’t get much simpler than that.”



There was a look of uncertainty in her eyes that made his chest tighten. He didn’t know what it was about Monica that got under his skin. Sure she was smart, and sexy as hell, but he’d been with other smart and sexy women who didn’t drive him to the brink of insanity. One minute she’d given him an erotic show, and in the next instant she’d turned to ice. He’d never had to work so hard for it, but Monica challenged him in every possible way—and he never backed down from a challenge. He sure as shit didn’t understand what she was so afraid of, but if it meant taking it slow and easy, he was good with that.