Sharp Shootin' Cowboy (Hot Cowboy Nights, #3)(53)

It was all too easy to imagine. She leaned forward to adjust the pillows and her towel slipped, revealing a hint of dusky areola. His prick reacted instantly. His interest in the movie quickly waning, he reached once more for the remote.

She gripped his hand. “Wait just a sec. This is the good part. Wolverine’s about to make his big buck-naked escape. Do you think he used a stunt double? Or did Hugh Jackman really streak for the entire world?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care.” Reid shrugged and clicked it off.

“A lot of them do that you know. Use body doubles. You happen to be a particularly fine specimen of Homo sapien. You should go to Hollywood, Reid. You could make a fortune as a booty double.”

He scowled at her. “You’ve been ogling my ass?”

“Well, yeah.” She grinned. “It’s an exceptionally nice one. Women like butts. A lot. Did you know that? Most females are attracted to men with blue eyes and firm, shapely buttocks. So that makes you two for two.”

“Do you make a habit of studying male anatomy?”

“No. But yours just happens to be very hard not to notice. Since we’re on the subject”—she pushed the empty pizza box onto the floor and peeled away her towel—“there’re parts of you that most definitely merit closer study.” She straddled him and wet her lips.

Every ounce of blood rushed to his groin.

She leaned forward until her nipples brushed his chest, then moved up his neck, licking, sucking, and then biting his earlobe, sending a dizzying jolt of sensation surging through him. She reached for his belt but struggled a bit with his zipper. He was already fully erect.

“Lift your hips, Reid.”

He complied with gritted teeth. He’d sworn he was going to stay in control, but he ached to be inside her mouth. He wanted it down to his marrow, but there was no way in hell he’d be able to keep it together once she wrapped her lips around him.

Shit, Everett! You are f*cking screwed.

She jerked his jeans to his knees and then began working down his body with her mouth, kissing, licking, teasing, and seducing him with her lips and tongue.

He shut his eyes as his only defense, but that just seemed to magnify the sensations—her warm, wet tongue, her teeth on his nipples, his erection nestling in the valley between her breasts, her hands caressing his chest and thighs as she laved around his navel with her tongue. She moved lower until she was sprawled out over his thighs.

His anticipation ramped to a whole new level with the moist, hot caress of her breath over his prick. He shuddered at the first warm, wet rasp of her tongue that explored his balls while she wrapped her hand around him. She slid it slowly up and down his shaft as she kissed his head and then circled her hot tongue around his glans, probing the slit and then teasing the hell out of him with flicks and darts.

He groaned and squeezed his eyes even tighter. Don’t look, *. If she even glances up at you while sucking you off, you’re a f*cking goner.

“Tell me what you like, Reid. I want this to be good for you.”

He made the fatal error of opening his eyes—straight into hers, all deep green and soft, shadowed behind the lock of pale blonde hair that had fallen in her face. He homed in on her lips, moist, swollen, and smiling shyly at him. The erotic vision squeezed all the air out of his lungs in a brutal gush. Good? He was already out of his f*cking mind. He knew he’d last about five seconds once she started sucking. His heart slammed against his chest. He’d thought he could control this. Who was he kidding? He’d never stopped wanting her. And the more he got, the more he wanted. But he wanted more than animal sex.

“Come here.” He reached for her.

She drew back with a taunting grin. “Nope. Not yet. It’s your turn to suffer now. Turnabout is fair play, Reid.”

“This isn’t a contest,” he said.

“Is that a complaint?” she teased. “Are you offended at the thought of being used for hot sex?”

“Not at all.” His pulse raced, but he kept his tone passive. “As long as I’m calling the shots.” He cupped her head and dragged her back up his body. Flipping her onto her back, he caged her beneath him.

“What are you doing, Reid? What are you trying to prove?”

“Why are you with me?” he demanded.

“You know why,” she answered, panting beneath him.

“Is this only about sex for you?”

“If we’re both getting what we want, what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t know why the hell you showed up here when you did, but I’m taking it as a sign.”

“A sign? What are you saying?”

“I knew what I wanted back then, and I haven’t changed my mind. This is more than just a f*ck to me, Haley.”

Her brows pulled together in a scowl. “Do you think you own me just because we’ve slept together?”

“I don’t recall any sleeping. I don’t sleep. Haven’t in years.”

“You know what I meant,” she snapped.

“It’s real simple, Haley. I need to know if it is gonna be just you and me from here on out.”

“Don’t be such a caveman, Reid. It’s not a crime to want to enjoy sex without any attachments.”

“Not what I needed to hear.” He rose from the bed, snatched up his shirt, and jerked on his jeans.