Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(43)

He took a step toward her. “I wasn’t looking for this either, sweetheart, but it’s too late to turn back now. There’s already something between us. I don’t know what it is, or where it’s going any more than you do, but I sure as hell want to ride it out and see.”

“That’s the difference between us. I don’t. I told you it was a mistake, Wade. Why can’t you get it through your thick skull? I don’t want to continue this. Please just go now. If there’s anything else we need to discuss, I’ll make an appointment at your office on Monday.”

“Appointment, my ass! I’m not done with you by half, and setting the record straight, darlin’, you haven’t had your fill of me either.”

Nikki snorted. “There you go again with all that big talk. Is your ego really that inflated? Do you really think you’re so irresistible?”

He advanced another step with a dangerous look. “You’re wasting your breath if you think to convince me you don’t feel it too.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.” Another bold-faced lie. Last night was all she’d been able to think about, but that didn’t mean she was fool enough to repeat it.

He laughed. “You’re a piss-poor liar, Nikki Powell. And if you even draw another breath to protest, I swear I’ll bury my face in that pretty little nectarine of yours until your mind is empty of any thought beyond how fast I can get my prick inside you.”

Her breathing hitched as her mind filled with visions of his dirty promises.

As if reading her thoughts, his mouth came down on hers—deep, hot, and devouring, tangling her reason and emotion in knots and sending a ripple of raw lust ripping through her.

Wade held nothing back. His mouth was everywhere, on her mouth, her neck, nibbling her lobes, breathing nasty words in her ear, and purging her mind of every thought but what he’d just threatened to do. Damn him!

Powerless to resist, Nikki tumbled headlong into his arms, and into his kiss. Her brain cried out insanity, but he drove her to the brink of it every time he touched her. Her mouth and hands were equally hungry, growing more fevered and frenzied with every searing stroke of his tongue. Breaking apart for breath, Nikki gazed up at him, licking her kiss-swollen lips. “M-my shower is still running.”

“Is it? Then maybe we should catch it together.”

His slow, sexy smile sent a gush of liquid heat straight to her core.

Before she could utter a word of protest, he’d slid his hands under her legs, and lifted her clean off the ground. Taking his cue, Nikki wrapped her legs tightly around him, panting and moaning between deep drugging kisses, as he carried her through the narrow doorway into the bathroom. They devoured one another until they were both gasping for air.

When Wade set her down, they rapidly shed clothing. Frantic to feel his hot skin under her hands, Nikki went to work on his buttons, ripping his shirt away to map her hands over his strong pecs and sculpted abs. While she fumbled with his belt, he balanced on one foot, toeing off his boots. Then his hands joined hers, tugging frantically at his zipper until he sprang out, big and hard. He kicked out of his jeans and then tore off her bulldog shirt and bra. Her panties followed.

With his hands firmly anchored on her hips, his hot gazed raked her from head to toe. Nikki shifted under his hungry stare, feeling self-conscious to be completely exposed in broad daylight. In the cabin, they’d made love in near darkness, with only the flickering light of the fire.

“Hot damn.” A wolfish grin stretched his mouth. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.” He kissed her again, long and deep, releasing her only long enough to grab some soap before joining her in the shower.

*

Stripped of his clothes, Wade followed her into the steamy shower, kissing her again, long, lush, and deep. She was already achingly aroused, but just like last night, Wade seemed to be totally in control. She wondered what it would take to make him come unglued.

“There’s something I want, Wade.” She was determined to send him over the edge with the same mindless want he so effortlessly wrested from her.

“Anything darlin.’ Just name it.”

In response, she pressed her palms against his chest, sending him backward under the shower head, forcing him to shut his eyes against the blast of streaming water. Hands shaking, she took up the bar of soap to begin an eager tactile exploration of his beautiful body. Wasn’t it only a couple of days ago that she’d fantasized about this very thing? All six-feet-plus of his wet, male magnificence? But Wade naked, wet, and highly aroused was so much more than her imagination could ever have conjured.

Sliding her hands up and over his broad, muscular shoulders, she worked her way over his chest and torso slowly devouring every rock solid inch of him, until she was lost in lust. With her mouth, she worked her way down his body, noting the tightening in his jaw and compression of his lips as she traced the dark trail of hair leading to his erection. The sight of it, big, hard, and ready, made her insides clench with desire.

His eyes jerked open wide when she cupped his sac, gently fondling it, loving the weight of him in her hand. He drew a harsh breath when she wrapped her hand around his length, stroking, teasing, and squeezing until the urge to take him into her mouth overwhelmed her.

*

Wade sucked in a gasp when she gripped his thighs and sank to her knees. Holy shit! He hadn’t expected that move. His hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation of her hot hungry mouth engulfing him to the root. Adding slick, sliding, strokes of her velvety tongue, she fondled his balls with soft, skillful, soap-slicked hands, while working him in and out with long, lush pulls and the sweet, hot suction of her mouth. With a reeling head and weak knees, Wade plastered one hand on the wall behind him and cupped the back of her head with the other. She responded by clutching his ass tighter and taking him deeper.