Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(44)

Sweet Jesus it was good. So damned good.

Oh, he’d had plenty of women go down on him, but mostly in reciprocation, or in Allie’s case, as a means of coercion to get something she wanted. He’d never had a lover suck him off so eagerly. Wade gazed down at her just as she stole a look up at him, heedless of the water streaming down her face. Their gazes locked then his leveled on the beautiful, generous mouth that was driving him out of his mind.

His chest grew tight, his balls contracted. His knees threatened to give way. Shit, if she doesn’t stop soon…like now… He drew a deep, wrenching breath, grinding his teeth against the urge to shoot his load into her mouth. It was almost more than he could bear but it wasn’t how he’d wanted this to play out. Reaching down, he stroked his thumb over her lips, withdrawing himself with a groan and then pulling her back up to her feet. She’d blown more than his cock; she’d blown his effing mind.

“I didn’t expect that, Nikki.”

“I know.” She smiled. “But it was what I wanted. We didn’t have to stop, you know.”

“Yes. We did.”

He kissed her slow and deep, then took her hands in his, lathering them up, and then bringing them to her breasts. “My turn now,” he said darkly.

“Your turn?”

“Yeah. I want you to wash yourself. Touch yourself.”

With their joined hands, he guided her, soaping, caressing, fondling, and squeezing her breasts. “Don’t stop.” He released her hands, tonguing her ear and sucking her neck. “It turns me on to no end, Nikki. It’s sexy as hell.” Her gaze locked with his, He released her hands to make a more thorough exploration of her body.

She froze. “Is that really what you want?”

“Oh, yeah, sweetheart.”

Her gaze narrowed. “Does this voyeuristic inclination extend to other things?”

“Like what?” he asked.

“Like watching me with someone else?”

“Fuck no!” he retorted. “If one man’s not enough for you, I’m sorry. I’m just not into that shit. I don’t share.”

She returned a meaningful look. “Neither do I.”

“Glad we got that straight up front.” He kissed her hands one at a time and brought them back to her own body, sliding them slowly over her hips and belly. “Do this for me, darlin’, and I’m all yours…anything you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Wade,” she replied low and husky.

Nikki leaned against the shower wall, closing her eyes, and dropping her head back with a sigh. Letting water stream over her, she glided her hands over her breasts, molding and squeezing them together, offering him a visual banquet.

While she teased her nipples with one hand, she held the bar of soap in the other, guiding it downward over her belly, pausing to circle her navel and then stealing a daring look at him through her wet lashes before her hand continued its descent, plunging at last into her sexy hairless slit. “Is this what you wanted?” Her voice was breathless, her nipples pebbled as she slowly, tauntingly undulated against herself.

Holy hell. The erotic vision was suddenly too much.

With a guttural sound, Wade pinned her to the wall, shoving his thigh between hers, dipping his head and feasting on her breasts—licking, biting, sucking. She rode his leg as they clung together, writhing and grinding, cranking their need until he thought he would explode. She reached for his shaft and he clasped her wrist. He wanted her like hell, but he wouldn’t last if she began pumping his cock.

“No you don’t,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He released her wrist to grip her shoulders, spinning her before she could protest and then placing her hands on the shower wall above her head. Last night they’d fumbled in the dark. Now he was gonna take his damn sweet time.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart.” He urged her thighs apart. “I want to feel that pretty ass of yours squeezing my dick.”

Wade resumed his earlier slick and soapy survey of her body, concentrating now on her delicious ass. He loved her curvy womanly ass. He ran his hands over the smooth cheeks, eliciting a needy whimper from her when he took himself in hand, rubbing the soapy head of his cock along her ass crack. Stepping closer, he positioned his shaft between her cheeks.

Sweet Jesus.

The sight of his cock nestled inside her slick globes made him want to bend her over in the worst way, but he held himself back. Prolonging the mutual torment, he slid himself slowly up and down her cleft. She squirmed against him, urging in no uncertain terms.

“All in good time, darlin’,” he growled in her ear, determined not to rush.

Still holding himself with one hand, he slid the other down her belly, over her baby-smooth mound and into her soap-slickened slit. Still stroking his cock up and down, Wade circled her clit with his thumb, coaxing her ever closer to climax. His hips rocked. His tempo increased. “Give it to me now, sweetheart,” he urged, low and husky. “Come for me.”

“I can’t… I need… Please…” she begged between broken breaths.

“I live to please you, sweetheart.” Wade plied his mouth to her shoulder, biting down softly as he plunged two fingers into her, pumping in and out even as he worked her clit. Her head fell back against his chest with a cry as her body squeezed his fingers and then let loose long spastic shudders that left her limp and dazed in his arms.