Sharp Shootin' Cowboy (Hot Cowboy Nights, #3)(28)

Reid cupped her soft, sweet ass in his hands, and carried her into the next room, where they toppled together onto the bed. It was a far cry from the slow and deliberate seduction he’d planned, but the instant he’d breached her, all of his well-formed fantasies had gone out the f*cking window.

Bodies entwined, he rolled her beneath him, claiming her mouth once more. His mind blurred to all but the sensation of deep, drugging kisses. The rhythmic thrust and retreat as he moved inside her. Their tangling tongues. The slick friction of his body sliding in and out of hers. The erotic scents of mutual arousal. Her soft sounds of pleasure. The short, sharp, breaths and mingled moans that pierced the air. The slap of flesh as he plunged in and out of her.

Holy shit. Had it ever felt this good?

His body screamed for release. His lungs burned and balls ached with the effort of holding himself in check, but he’d sworn to take his time. To make a lasting impression. To brand her as his, body and soul.

*

Haley’s senses were drowning in Reid as he filled her over and over in a ceaseless cadence of deep and shallow thrusts. She’d never felt anything like this, had never even dreamed such deep and profound pleasure could exist—but it still wasn’t enough. She needed so much more.

She reached out blindly, clasping his firm buttocks in both hands, urging his pistoning hips harder, faster, but he still refused to give her the release she demanded. Instead, he teased and tormented, bringing her to the brink of climax, only to ease her back again. The denial made her want to scream and sob and claw. “Please, Reid,” she gasped. The words were barely out of her throat before she found herself on top of him, staring down into intense blue eyes.

“You want it? Take it,” he growled. “Ride me.”

“I don’t know how,” she said.

“Shut your eyes.” She felt his hands on her hips. “You’re in control—position, angle, pace. It’s all yours. Take it.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “But what about you?”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart. I’ll get mine, but right now I want to just lie back and enjoy the show.”

Reid continued to confuse her. Only a moment ago she’d thought of him as the warrior out to claim his spoils, but now? He gazed up at her through heavy lids with a heart-stopping half smile lingering on his lips. He made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

Hands braced on his pecs, she leaned forward to kiss him. Raising his head from the pillow, he met her halfway. He seemed to be doing a lot of that. She’d underestimated him in so many ways. “Stay just like that,” he murmured once their mouths parted. “Just think about what feels good and do it.”

She shut her eyes on a moan as he cupped and suckled her breasts. While he licked and sucked, she began moving, experimentally at first, until finding a position that took him deep. Once she found her tempo, he thrust his hips in counterpoint. Her walls tightened. Her body tensed. Her breath came faster. Their climax hit simultaneously, a scorching explosion of heat, light, and sensation that left them both panting.

He rolled her beside him, where they lay together in a spent tangle of limbs. Haley felt as if she’d had an out of body experience and even now still floated on air. Staring at him in incredulity, she suddenly erupted in a paroxysm of laughter that sent tears streaming down her cheeks.

He frowned back. “What’s so damned funny?”

“You. Me.” She gasped between uncontrollable bursts of mirth. “I had no idea it could be like this, Reid. I didn’t know anything.”

He’d given her much more than an earth-shattering orgasm. He’d gifted her with her own sexuality. And she’d never be the same.





Chapter 11


Music startled Haley awake. I never dreamed that you’d be mine. But here we are, we’re here tonight… Singing Amen, I, I’m alive… Nickelback’s “If Everyone Cared” seemed a poignant anthem for Reid’s ringtone.

“Just ignore it,” Reid mumbled, his hot, moist breath fanning the back of her neck. He’d penetrated her from behind the last time, and his hard body still cocooned hers. Although half asleep, he was growing hard again.

“It’s yours, not mine,” she said.

Reid groaned. The mattress shifted. He rolled over and reached for his phone, stopping the song mid-chorus. “Hello,” he answered sharply. “Krista?” His tone registered surprise.

Her chest constricted. Who was Krista?

“What’s up, little sister?”

His sister. She exhaled in relief. He’d mentioned he had three of them. He’d also explained the photo, so why did she instantly think the worst? She supposed old habits were hard to break. Trust didn’t come easy to her, and she was feeling especially vulnerable right now. She’d given him her body, and she feared her heart was perilously close to following suit.

He padded to the other side of the room. Her eyes tracked leisurely over his sculpted body, lingering on his taut ass. Desire flickered to life inside her. They’d made love three times. How could she still feel it? It seemed her plan to get all that suppressed lust out of her system had failed. Dismally. She really should get up and give him some privacy, but his demeanor set her on alert.

“You’re coming here? Now? Of course I’m happy. It’s just a bit unexpected. Why didn’t you let me know sooner? Tonya’s with you?”