Rough Rider (Hot Cowboy Nights, #2)(57)

Janice opened eagerly, greedily taking him deeper and grinding her hips against his.

He proved a fine multitasker, unbuttoning her shirt and unhooking her bra without even releasing her for a breather. Now he was working on her zipper. She wriggled out of her shirt and bra as he worked her jeans down. They were only as far as her knees when she found herself sitting on his kitchen table. He tugged her boots off. They hit the floor with a dull thud and then the jeans joined them. Grabbing a kitchen knife, his motions were clean and efficient as he slit the side seams to dispense with her panties. There was no doubt Dirk meant business this time.

“Lie back,” he commanded low and husky.

Janice complied, only to be surprised by the sensation of something cold and wet on her chest and belly. She opened her eyes to find Dirk grinning down at her, and her upper body dripping blueberry syrup.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t resist the temptation.” Hunching over her, he proceeded to lick her off with long slow lashes of his hot tongue, lingering to lick, suck, and bite her nipples

“Please,” she begged, writhing in her need.

His mouth and tongue were all over her breasts and then her belly, his breath hot and moist against her skin as his mouth worked steadily southward. One hand ascended her leg to stroke between her thighs. She shuddered with raw pleasure.

He placed his hands on her ass, urging her to the edge, then gripped the table and lowered himself to his knees. “You don’t have to,” she protested, realizing what he intended. Her pulse raced with panic even as her body remembered the pleasure. “I’m ready for you.”

“I want to,” he said. “Besides, if I don’t get you off first, you might not get another chance. Once I’m gloved inside you, I’m gonna be blind and deaf and so caught up in my need to come that I’m not gonna give a goddamn about anything else… I told you it’s been a long time, Red. A long f*cking time.”

He’d said almost the same thing the very first time they were together.

He draped her thighs over his shoulders and rubbed his face in her mons with a low groan that vibrated clean through her. Janice shut her eyes, throwing her head back with a whimper at the first hot swipe of his tongue. By the second slow, wet sweep, she ground her pubis against his mouth, agonizing in the sweet torture.

“Please. Don’t stop.”

Their moans mingled while he worked magic with his lips, teeth, and tongue, teasing, circling, and sucking, turning her mind to jelly. She glanced down at his face to find his eyes nearly black with lust and his lips curved up at the corners. He knew damn well what he was doing to her. His every touch invoked an increasingly needy response from her body. Her initial resistance forgotten, Janice lost herself in the pleasure of his mouth.

He nudged her thighs wider, gripping her hips tighter, and pulling her harder against his mouth working her with his skillful tongue as he plunged two fingers in and out, hard and fast in synchrony with the sweeps and swirls of his hot, velvet tongue. Her need for release was ramped to a fever pitch. She was quivering inside and out, her breath coming shorter, harder, as her climax coiled deep inside her belly.

“Give it up now, Red. Come for me. Now. I want all of it.”

Her mind was so far gone, her brain so drugged by sensation, that she barely heard the words. As he closed his lips and sucked her clit, one thought exploded in her mind along with the sobbing climax that rocked her body. Be careful what you wish for.

*

Although his balls throbbed with need, Dirk wouldn’t take back watching her climax for anything. In those last seconds, with her lips parted, her eyes shut, and her face flushed in ecstasy, he’d felt whole again for the first time in ages. In those precious seconds he was a man who could still please a woman. The knowledge made his chest ache almost as much as his dick.

He hauled himself to his feet with his mind conjuring visions of bending her over the table and plunging into her balls deep. Janice sat up and reached for his belt, but he’d already released the buckle and popped his jeans button. With shaking hands, he yanked his zipper down and released his erection. They were both panting with anticipation when he jerked her hips to the edge of the table and stepped between her parted thighs. He was primed and ready when he backed away, hissing a curse. “Shit! I almost forgot.”

“You don’t need it on my account,” Janice blurted. “I can’t get pregnant again.”

“Thank you, Jesus. We’re doing this bareback.”

Parting her thighs, he took himself in hand, shutting his eyes on a groan at the sensation of his cock sliding through her wet folds. She raised her hips in invitation, crying out when he drove himself inside her, impaling his shaft to the hilt in a single deep, hard thrust. He stilled, his breathing ragged as he fought the urge to thrust again.

“You all right, Red?” He waited with sweat beading his brow.

“Dear God, yes. Don’t stop.”

Dirk murmured another prayer of thanks. It felt so f*cking good to be inside her, filling her. He laid her all the way back, wrapping her legs tightly around his flanks. Her eyes were shut as if lost in pure pleasure. He partially withdrew, only to drive back into her again, setting a steady and relentless rhythm of thrust and retreat, riding her slow and hard until her body vibrated beneath him. His balls tightened, drew up. He gripped her hips tightly, pinning her body against the table as he pumped in and out of her. Harder. Faster. Her hips met him in counterpoint until her inner muscles contracted around him in orgasmic waves.