Saddle Up(36)

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Anticipation already had Keith hard as a post, but her suggestion engorged him with a fresh surge of hot blood that ramped his excitement to a whole a new level. Her initiative had taken him by surprise, after seeming so timid, but she wasn’t so timid now.

Watching his eyes, Miranda made a long, slow swipe of her tongue. The first velvety rasp up his shaft had his knees nearly buckling. Almost knocked him on his ass, actually. Not that he minded. Hell no. It had been too damned long since he’d been sucked off. Nothing made a man feel more like a god than a beautiful woman worshipping his cock—stroking, sucking, and massaging his sac.

Drawing in a breath, he braced his hands on the tiled wall behind him. His heart thrummed a frantic tempo as she took him into her mouth. Although she began tentatively, she soon made up for it with enthusiasm. His chest tightened as he watched her through half-closed lids. The vision alone pushed him to the brink.

So good. So f*cking good.

She took him deeper, sucking harder, flicking his underside with her tongue on every release ’til he thought he’d lose his mind. His balls reacted, tightening, drawing up. Shit, she’d hardly started, and he was about to blow like a volcano. He reached out to her, grinding his words through his teeth. “You’d best stop if you don’t want me exploding in your mouth.”

She slid her hands up to grip his ass with a look that shredded any remnant of self-control. His chest constricted with her sounds of pleasure, with the look of ecstasy etching her face. Hissing a long stream of Shoshoni, he threw his head back against the wall, his lungs burning and hips bucking as he pumped to a raw and raging release.





Chapter 14


Miranda’s growling stomach woke her from a deep, sexually sated sleep. After the hot bath and bout of mutual gratification, they’d crashed together in bed, falling almost instantly asleep. She opened her eyes, filled with a sense of perfect contentment, outside of ravenous hunger.

Keith was propped on an elbow, watching her. “Hungry again?”

“Yeah.” She gave an embarrassed laugh. “I was too nervous to eat much before.”

“Maybe I can give you something else to think about?” He traced a finger across her lips with a look that gave her a craving of a different kind.

“Like what?” she asked breathlessly.

He rolled her beneath him. “Since you seem to be recovered, maybe we can finish now?”

“Me? What about you?” She laughed. “I wasn’t the only one who went into a coma.”

He grinned. “I admit you drained me of everything, but I’ve had time to recuperate.”

“Keith?” she began tentatively.

“What, Aiwattsi?”

“Do you intend to stay the whole night?”

He looked up in surprise. “You thought otherwise?”

“Um. I wasn’t really sure.” Her gaze darted away. “I just assumed that leaving was how it usually plays out.”

“Sometimes it goes that way,” he confessed. “But not this time.” He reached out to touch her face. “Unless that’s what you want?”

“No,” she replied solemnly. “That’s not what I want.”

He pulled her into another long, lingering kiss, and then moved to the space between her breasts. He peeled the sheet back, warming her skin with his hot breath, as he slid down her belly, caressing, kissing, and swirling inside her navel with his tongue. His hands stroked up and down her thighs. Slipping a hand between them, he glanced up at her with a smug smile playing over his mouth. “You’re already wet.”

She blushed. “You seem to have that effect on me.”

“I like it. A lot, Aiwattsi. It makes me want to taste you.” She tensed, her heart racing as he positioned his shoulders between her legs. Her breath hitched as he nuzzled her mons. “Relax,” he said. “Close your eyes. I promise you’ll like it.”

She gasped outright at the slow sweep of his scorching tongue.

“See? You do like that.” He chuckled darkly and positioned her thighs on his shoulders. “I knew you would.”

She should have been sated after what they’d already done, but apparently she, like he, only wanted more. If given the choice, she’d never leave the bed. Miranda clenched the sheets as he began pleasuring her with his magical mouth, licking, sucking, using his lips, teeth, and tongue in ways she’d never dreamed of. God, he did incredible things with his mouth. But his hands were just as talented.

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she writhed against his mouth. “Please, Keith…I want…I need.”

“You want more?” he asked.

“Yes. I want more. I want you inside me.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Do you have—”

“Yes. I have.” He sat up, retrieving a box of condoms from the bag he’d brought in with him. He offered her the packet.

She shook her head. “You do it. I haven’t had much practice. At least not for a while.”

After gloving himself, he knelt between her legs. Their gazes met as he teased her entrance, escalating her want, her need, her ache. She reached for him with a moan, her inner muscles clenching in rhythm with her pulsing heart. “I want to feel you inside me. Now, Keith. Please.”