Sharp Shootin' Cowboy (Hot Cowboy Nights, #3)(26)

He grabbed her wrists with a groan, pinning them overhead and plastering her body against the tile wall. “I’ll be damned if I can figure you out. Meek one minute and bold as brass the next? Do you like tempting the devil, Haley?”

“I don’t know,” she breathed. “I guess I’m just curious. This is all new territory for me.”

“New how?” His gaze narrowed. “You’re not saying you’re a—”

“No.” She shook her head in denial. “I’m not a virgin, but I’ve never done this kind of thing before. I mean, you and me. This hotel room. All of it.”

“Me either,” he said. “Don’t think this is routine.”

“But you got the room,” she argued.

“Because I believe in being prepared.”

“Me too,” she said. “I’m also a believer in positive thinking…in envisioning a desired outcome to help make it happen,” she nervously rambled.

“Oh yeah? I think I’ve got that one nailed. I’ve been envisioning various outcomes to this particular scenario for a long time.”

He still held her pinned. What was next?

“Have you ever thought about me, Haley? About this? About us?”

“Yes,” she confessed. “Sometimes… But it doesn’t mean anything. It’s only—”

He cupped her nape, pulling her into a kiss that made her head spin.

“Lust,” she finished, gasping for air. “Nothing more.”

“Sure there’s more.” He grinned. “But lust is real good…for starters.”

His gaze drifted over her breasts and down the length of her body, his hungry eyes devouring her whole. “Your turn to get naked. I need to see the rest of you.”

Her breath hitched as he reached behind her to the tie of her top.

One sharp tug and it dropped to the floor.

His pupils darkened. “I need to touch you.”

She still held her breath at the first teasing caress of his fingers along the outside of her breasts, releasing it in a long, slow gush as he cupped one in his big, warm hand.

“Smell you.”

He nuzzled all the way up her neck, eliciting ripples of pleasure deep in her belly.

“Taste you.” His tongue traced the shell of her ear. He lingered at the hollow place behind it, his breath hot and moist. “I’ve thought about that last one the most, Haley, licking you all over…going down on you.”

“You like that kind of thing?”

“Hell yeah. Don’t you?”

She shut her eyes on an incoherent moan, squeezing them even tighter as he released her hands to peel down her bottoms. Her breath was coming shorter. “I don’t know. I never did before, but everything feels so different now.”

“Different? How?” He wedged a hard thigh between hers, applying the perfect pressure to make her whimper with need. His mouth melded with hers again in a longer, deeper kiss.

“Like that, Reid. I don’t understand what you do to me. I’ve never felt like this before.”

“How about that shower now?” he suggested, low and husky.

He drew her into the tile enclosure, blasting them both with steamy water. He spun her around, her back against his chest. “Take your hair down.”

He ripped open the bar of soap, lathering her breasts as she fumbled with her wet and tangled hair. His hands were strong, callused, and skillful. “Here. Soap yourself.” He handed her the bar and then grabbed the tiny bottle of shampoo. Next thing she knew, his fingers were buried in her hair, massaging into her scalp. She leaned into him with a little moan of pleasure.

“You like that?” His voice was warm and velvety in her ear.

“God, yes. How did you know?”

“I was raised to pay attention to the little things. A smart man does, especially where women are concerned. Tip your head back.”

She arched her spine and shut her eyes against the blast of water and simultaneous sensation of his mouth suckling her nipple. “Too hard to resist,” he murmured. “Fucking perfect.”

He squeezed her breasts together and then moved on to the other side. She dropped her hands to his head, holding him as he suckled harder. He released her with a pop, then moved behind her again, his chest forming a wall of muscle at her back.

She sucked in another breath, basking in the sensual onslaught of his erection pressing hard and hot against her back, the coarse hair of his thighs lightly abrading her butt cheeks. He had the soap in hand, gliding it up her thighs. He slid his slick fingers slowly down the cleft of her ass and slipped between her legs. “Spread them.”

His mouth came down on her shoulder, gently sucking and biting as he explored her folds. She cried out, her inner walls contracting in rhythm with his exploring fingers.

“God,” he groaned. “You’re so damned tight. Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

“Then quit playing around, Reid,” she gasped. She’d never been so turned on, so cranked up, so ready. Yet he continued to ratchet her need until she thought she’d snap. She needed him inside her. Now. “It’s past time to put your money where your mouth is.”

“You got that all in reverse, sweetheart.” He cut off the water and backed her slowly to the wall, his lips curving into a dangerous smile. “It’s time to put my mouth where your honey is.”