Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(37)

Almost mindless with want, she broke from the kiss, dragging in a desperate lungful of air. “Promise me one thing, Wade.”

“Just name it, sweetheart,” he replied low and husky. “Right now, I’m likely to swear to just about anything.”

“Then swear you’ll make this so damn good I won’t regret it in the morning.”

His mouth molded into that sexy, dimpled grin. “Darlin’, the only thing you’re going to regret is putting me off for so long.”

“That’s enough talk, cowboy. Time to put your money where your mouth is.”

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Wade had a raging hard on, but still wouldn’t press her any further if she didn’t want it just as much as he did. He studied her intently, his blood roaring in his ears, until she gave him that cute little chin jut and dropped another gauntlet. Thank you Jesus. He exhaled in prayer and hauled her hard against him.

“Sweetheart, I’d rather put my mouth—”

He never got to finish. She silenced him this time, softly biting his lower lip and sucking it into her mouth. His shirt was already off and her hands were everywhere. His were too, except where he wanted them most. He lowered them both to their knees and slid his hands beneath her sweater. Her skin was smooth, soft, and cool to his touch. His thumbs strummed over her lacy bra, tantalizing her nipples as he dipped his head to the junction of her neck and shoulder, breathing her in, tasting her sweet skin on his tongue. She shivered.

“I promise you’ll be warm real soon,” he murmured thickly.

“That one wasn’t from cold, cowboy. Don’t stop what you’re doing.”

He drew her onto his lap and pulled off her sweater, cupping her breasts, and lowering his head to root for a beaded nipple even as he unhooked her bra. Once freed from the bra, he suckled her harder. “God yes,” she whimpered.

With a sound of impatience, she pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs, and finding his chest with her mouth. She worked her way down his body with feverish desperation, yanking his belt free and fumbling with the button fly of his Wranglers. Shit! Why the hell hadn’t he worn a pair with a friggin’ zipper?

Giving up, she slid a hand deep inside his jeans. He sucked in a breath to give her more room as she wrapped her fingers around him. She kissed and licked and suckled his belly while stroking inside his jeans, sending him into a near frenzy to release himself into her greedy hands. Wade pulled her back up to his mouth as he tore at his buttons and then hers. Never breaking completely free from the hot and heavy bites and kisses, they yanked, wriggled, and squirmed out of their remaining clothes.

He stroked his hands over her hips to her cool butt cheeks. Sure enough, she was wearing a lacy thong. “How’s your ass feeling?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Chafed raw,” she confessed. “But maybe you could kiss it and make it all better?”

“Hell, yeah, darlin’. I’ve been dreaming of licking that sweet ass of yours since the Denver airport.” He laid her down, working his mouth down her body with the intention of peeling off her panties with his teeth. Shit! He cursed in frustration. For hours he’d been hard as a sledgehammer from tantalizing images of nectarines knocking around in his head, and now it was too dark to see a damned thing.

“What’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.

“Nothing the morning light won’t fix.”

“I don’t want to think about morning.”

She shivered again. Violently. He looked up to find her lips turning blue from cold.

“C’mon. I promised to warm you up.” Abandoning his quest, he dragged her into the snug confines of the sleeping bags, kissing her and warming her body with his. Taking his time, he moved down her throat once more to her breasts, loving the shape and feel of them in his hands and mouth. She squirmed beneath him, removing her panties, and then guiding his hand over the soft, smooth plain of her belly, then southward to a place equally smooth. Wade skirted his hands over her baby-soft skin to slip his fingers deep inside her. So warm and wet.

Writhing beneath him with whimpered impatience, she wrapped her fingers around his prick, coaxing him toward the source of her wet heat. She was wide open, slick as sin, and begging. “I need you inside me. Now.”

“Just hold that thought, darlin’, and I’ll be happy to oblige.” Extricating himself with a supreme effort, Wade groped in the dark for his crumpled jeans, sighing with relief when he found the foil packet. He quickly rolled on the latex and returned to Nikki, fisting her hair and taking her mouth hard and deep, muffling her cry when he penetrated her in a single slide home. She clutched his shoulders, wrapped her legs around his flanks and urged him deeper. Harder. He withdrew and slammed into her again. His mind blurred with the tight, slick, friction.

Holy shit, it was good… Was there anything better on God’s green earth than immersing himself to the balls in this woman?

And it only seemed to get better as they increased the intensity. She ground up into him with soft, sensuous sounds, meeting him eagerly, and matching his furious rhythm. Wade pounded into her, ruthlessly and relentlessly, every thrust ratcheting him higher and closer to the peak. Though his balls ached for release, Wade held himself in check, gritting his teeth and easing himself back from the edge of oblivion. But three more hard thrusts sent her into the abyss.

She threw her head back with a scream, her channel convulsing in pleasure, her inner walls squeezing him in milking spasms. Holy hell, he’d never made a woman come so fast.