Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(45)

Wade held her upright until she came back down and then turned around with another long lingering kiss. He then cut off the water, long past ready to move onto new games in new places—like the bed.

Grabbing the towels, they dried each other between more fevered kisses, and somehow managed to stumble into the bedroom. They toppled together onto the bed, where he rolled her on top and cupped her delectable ass.

Nikki was eager for more, rubbing her bare mons on the head of his prick, and purring like a cat about to get cream. He was primed, but when she raised her hips to impale herself on him, he gripped her hips and shook his head. “Not yet.”

“But—” Her brows furrowed.

“Turnabout is fair play.”

But he wasn’t playing fair. He knew he was driving her insane with anticipation…with raw need. Hell, he was killing himself, too, but he had something to prove. This kind of chemistry didn’t come along every day and he was gonna make damn sure she knew it.

He shifted his hands under her ass, urging her up his body, until she was straddling his face. Nikki gazed down at him wide-eyed, looking shy and uncertain. As his own gaze swept slowly, hungrily over her, he was overcome with the powerful urge to touch and taste every inch of her. Her heady, musky, mouthwatering scent wafted over him, engulfing and overpowering him with the urge to bury his face in her pretty little snatch.

He felt her resistance, but refused to be denied. He kissed her inner thigh and then the other, wet his lips, and then lowered her hips toward his questing mouth.

“No Wade,” she gasped and tried to buck away. “You can’t. Not like this.”

“Wrong again. I intend to explore every luscious bit of you.”

“B-but it’s too…too…intimate.”

His mouth twitched. “And what you did to me wasn’t? Tit for tat, sweetheart.”

“That was different.”

“How? Because you were in control? Is that what this is really about? Are you afraid of giving it up?”

“No, that’s not it at all.” Her gaze wavered, belying her denial.

“Let me do this, Nikki,” he coaxed. “I want to. I want to tongue you, taste you, drown myself in you. I want to look up at your face when you fall apart.”

“But—”

“Shh.” He placed his index finger over her mouth. “No more talk. Just shut your eyes now, empty your mind, let go and enjoy the ride.” He slid her hands over her hips to cup her ass. She tensed under his hands, but he pulled her closer. Close enough to touch, to taste. He began gently, with soft and teasing flicks of his tongue, increasing to long deep lashes when she started rhythmically rocking her hips. Letting her set the cadence, he probing deeper, licking, swirling, and sucking, growing drunk on her tangy essence. He stole another gaze upward. Her lids were squeezed tight, her cheeks flushed, her lips softly parted. Her breaths came shorter, sharper.

His hands wandered over her sweet ass as he made love to her with his mouth, stroking, caressing, and then probing her passage in time with her undulating hips. She gripped the sides of his head, her fingers threading through his hair, clutching and clutching spastically as she careened toward climax. With one hand on her hips, he honed in on her clitoris, single-mindedly circling and sucking. Faster, harder, his sex-slickened fingers plunged and thrust, in and out, until her body seized and convulsed in the first waves of her orgasm.

She cried out, throwing her head back on a scream as she came against his mouth. Releasing her while she still quivered with the aftershocks, Wade flipped her onto her back and then gloved himself. Coming over her with elbows braced on either side, he watched her lids flutter shut as he sank into her depths with his own shudder of raw, unadulterated pleasure.

He stilled, buried to the root, basking in the sensation of being sheathed in her hot little snatch. Stealing a breath, he withdrew and drove into her again, alternating with short stabs and long drags until she came back to life beneath him. Clutching his ass, she met him stroke for stroke, panting squeezing, spurring him on. Wade ground his teeth, thrusting deeper, harder, finally giving her everything he’d been holding back.

Unaware of anything but the glistening sheen of sweat that coated them, the slick friction, and sultry slap of flesh on flesh, Wade increased his tempo, pounding ruthlessly into her until her legs trembled and her passage milked him with rhythmic contractions of another climax. His chest tightened. His balls drew up. Several more hammering thrusts sent his orgasm crashing over him, in long, shuddering, mind-melting spasms. He withdrew, collapsing beside her and pulling her into his arms even as he fought for breath. Nikki gazed into his eyes with a soft laugh. He looked down at her with a feigned scowl. “You thought that was funny?”

“No.” She chuckled again. “Not funny. I think I’m delirious.”

“As in deliriously happy? As in ‘You’re hands down the best I’ve ever had, Wade’?”

Her smile faded. “Without a doubt.”

Her words humbled him. He couldn’t begin to fathom what Nikki did to him. Maybe it was that she was so damned responsive…so warm…so real after two women who’d only used him; Rachel to get to Dirk, and Allie, purely for recreation. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough of this Nikki.

“You think so?” He nuzzled her. “Just give me a little time to recover, sweetheart, ’cause we’re only getting started.” Everything about this, about them, together, felt so damn good.