Rough Rider (Hot Cowboy Nights, #2)(71)

“What’s wrong?” She looked up at him with surprise.

“Nothing,” he growled. “I appreciate the gesture, but it’s not what I want.”

“I thought it would help you relax.”

He brought her back to her feet. “Not this time, Red. This has gotta happen on my terms.”

She’d gone down with the single thought of making him forget his fears, but if he needed to exert control, she wasn’t about to balk. He’d never be able to handle any kind of relationship until he reclaimed his sense of manhood. And that would never happen until he regained his confidence in bed. She was determined to do whatever it took to help him.

“And what are those?” she asked.

He pulled her close, rocking his pelvis into hers and squeezing the globes of her ass. His big hard erection pressed into her belly. He kissed her deeper, licking up her neck and then around the shell of her ear. He sank his teeth into her lobe. “Take off the dress and I’ll show you,” his voice rumbled low and deep. “Leave the shoes on.”

“I need help with my dress,” Janice said.

He spun her around and unzipped it. The black sheath slid down her shoulders, over her hips, and hit the floor. She wore nothing underneath. He grunted in approval. “You have one beautiful ass, Red.”

He stepped into her from behind, nuzzling along the juncture of her neck and shoulder with his lightly bristled jaw. His breath was hot and moist on her skin. She shivered. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples painfully erect. His every touch had her aching with want. Cupping and molding her breasts in his hands, he continued kissing, licking, and biting her neck and shoulders while teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Cranking her need tighter. Higher.

His chest hair tickled her back as he nestled his hard cock between her ass cheeks. He felt so damned good—all big, hot, and aroused male. Her sex throbbed like a beating heart, her inner walls convulsing with the excruciating need to be filled.

“Please,” she whispered, grinding her backside into him.

“On the bed,” he said, ripping back the covers. “I want you on your hands and knees.”

His commanding tone sent ripples down her spine. She kicked off her heels and climbed on top of the bed, kneeling with legs apart. Her body thrumming with the anticipation of penetration, only to be surprised by his mouth instead. Her skin stung with sharp nips of his teeth on her butt cheeks, soothed by hot wet kisses and long raspy licks.

He explored her deeper with his tongue while his hands slid over her hips, stroking and circling the dimples of her lower back and then farther south, fondling her ass and then sweeping up and down the cleft. His finessing fingers excited every nerve ending, pushing her closer and closer to the brink of climax.

“Now, Dirk. Please.” She whimpered over her shoulder. “I want you inside me.”

His tongue probed her deeper. He circled a finger over her puckered entrance.

She froze, clenching her butt cheeks with another whimper—this time in fear. “Please don’t.”

Dirk drew back. “What’s wrong? You don’t like that?”

“No. I don’t. Grady…he was rough.”

He pulled her into a sitting position. “Let’s get one thing straight. I ain’t Grady. And I’d never force anything on you that you don’t like. I’d never hurt you, Janice.”

“I know,” she whispered. “If I thought you were anything like him I wouldn’t be here.”

“Trust is a two-way street, sweetheart.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to be.” He soothed her with a kiss and a caress. “Are you all right now? Do you still want this?”

“Yes,” she said. “I’m OK, and I do.” In truth, she ached like hell to have him buried deep inside her.

“Then just relax and let me take care of you.”

“No, Dirk. I want to feel you inside me. Now.”

“Now?”

“Yes. Now.” She kissed him hungrily, her desire coming quickly back to life with every flick and stroke of his questing tongue. She lay back on the bed, pulling him down with her. He released her just for a moment. His hands came down between them. She heard the stiff rustle of denim, and then he plunged into her, impaling her fully in a surge of pure pleasure that rocked her to the core.

She shut her eyes, reveling in the sheer sensation of Dirk filling her emptiness, relieving the ache. They remained joined and locked, stock-still, until he began a slow and deliberate thrust and drag that wiped her mind clean of all thought beyond the feeling of him moving inside her.

“So good,” he murmured hotly, licking and sucking her neck. “So damned good.”

She urged him deeper, digging her heels into his flanks and straining into his ebb and flow of motions. He increased his pace, pounding into her until the air echoed with their mingled moans, synchronized with the erotic slap of flesh on flesh, until her senses were swimming in a mind-erasing rush of sensation.

“Give it up,” he growled, driving into her in a ravaging rhythm of thrust and retreat that sent her barreling toward the edge. She clawed the sheet on an endless moan as her climax sluiced through her, her inner walls contracting and convulsing in searing waves.

He followed with a primal roar as he emptied into her in a hot and pulsating rush. It was everything she’d wanted. Everything she’d wished it could be. She only hoped he felt the same.