Sharp Shootin' Cowboy (Hot Cowboy Nights, #3)(27)

Reid sank to his knees, plying open kisses over her belly, then licking around her navel. Haley dropped her head back against the tiles, her body quivering and her mind racing as he worked his way slowly and methodically southward. Every touch, every stroke of his tongue blinded her with pleasure. How the hell did he know so much?

He drew one leg of her legs over his broad shoulder. Her hands came down to his head, holding him tight as he kissed, licked, and tongued her into a state of mindlessness. She stifled a sob of frustration. Responding to her cue, he sucked her clit.

Her climax swelled, crested, and then broke free, washing over her in a series of waves that left her whimpering and weak-kneed. Only his hands anchoring her hips kept her from melting into a puddle on the shower floor.

*

Reid gazed up at her with a poorly suppressed smirk. He wiped her juices from his mouth and kissed her inner thigh before sliding it down from his shoulder. He’d wanted to do that to her since the night they’d met…and so damn much more.

Her lids flickered open. “What about you? Don’t you want—”

“I want all right.” But he still held himself in check. “There’re a few things I promised myself first. That was only one of them.” He yanked down a couple of towels and proceeded to rub her dry.

Her gaze widened. “There’s more?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve got a whole laundry list.”

He dropped the towel, grasped her at the waist, and hoisted her onto the vanity top. He parted and stepped between her knees. He was still rock hard and she was still wet. Her essence teased his nostrils, further testing his restraint. It would be so easy. All he had to do was position himself and thrust into her, but he suppressed the urge.

“You want to do it here? Like this?” She leaned back, regarding him with her forehead wrinkled as he reached for the hair dryer. “Are you some kind of frustrated beautician or is this a weird fetish thing?”

“It’s your hair,” he answered. It was as long and thick as he’d imagined it. He’d dreamed for months of surrounding himself with it as he buried himself in her. “I want to see it down and dry. I want it to curtain my face, to see it shimmering down your back, kissing your ass while you ride me. Those are the things I’ve fantasized about. What I promised myself.”

He flipped on the hair dryer, burying his fingers in her silky strands.

“Knock yourself out then, Warren Beatty.”

“Huh?” He drew back with a quizzical look.

She blew out an exasperated breath. “I should have known better. The reference is from an iconic ’70s film called Shampoo.”

“You like old movies?”

“I grew up with them. My grandparents are always watching the TNT classics.” The grooves between her brows deepened. “You’ve fantasized about me?”

“I told you a man’s got to have something to look forward to out in the desert for months on end. I was looking forward to you.”

“Why me?” she asked. “Surely there are lots of other women…”

He shrugged. “Hell if I know. But I didn’t care about any others. You’re the one I wanted. I’ve given up trying to figure it out.”

His attraction was beyond his comprehension. He’d wanted her from the moment she’d slapped her twenty on the pool table. He’d known that night that sooner or later they were going to happen. He loved her hair, her gorgeous green eyes, her smell, her taste. The way she’d looked when she came. The way she looked now. All soft and satisfied with her arousal still scenting the air. Fuck. That last thought almost broke him.

“Well, now you have me. What are you waiting for?” Once more she challenged him, shattering what little remained of his self-restraint.

“Good enough.” He slammed down the dryer. Her eyes widened as he jerked her hips to the edge of the vanity, then gripped the underside of her thighs to wrap her legs around his waist. She entwined her arms around his neck and writhed against him. He shuddered at the welcoming warmth of her soft, wet flesh. He’d waited all this time to feel her melting beneath him. He ground his teeth against the urge to pound into her.

“You know this doesn’t really mean anything, right?” she said. “We’re just satisfying curiosity and animal instinct. That’s all.”

“That’s what you think, eh?”

“Yes,” she insisted.

“Then you think too damned much.” His mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss, their lips melding, breaths mingling, and tongues twining. The kiss grew fiercer, hotter. Tearing his mouth from hers, Reid cleared the vanity as he groped for his wallet.

“Looking for this?” She held up the wet leather.

He shook it open, scattering the contents over the vanity, snatched up the foil wrapper, and tore it open with his teeth. Barely skirting the razor’s edge of self-control, Reid gloved himself and penetrated her in a single, slow thrust that seated him to the hilt.

He shut his eyes on a groan. Shit. It’s been so goddamn long.

“You okay?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

“That’s supposed to be my question.”

“I’m very much okay.” She squirmed against him again, her walls squeezing him, inciting blinding spasms.

His pulse roared. “Bed. Now.”