Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(78)

“I can give you a much better reason to come,” he said. “In fact I’d like to give you a whole mouthful. And for the record, I’d like you to suck me too. C’mere, Nikki.”

The minute she was on her feet his arms came around her. She locked hers around his neck, shutting her eyes on a sound that was halfway between a sob and a sigh. She clung to him tightly as they moved, almost as if they were two-stepping across a dance floor as Wade backed her toward his bedroom. God, it was so damn good to be back in his arms. He was big and warm, smelled like heaven, and felt like it too.

“Did you really have any doubt about me?” His voice rumbled in her ear. “You must have been pretty damn sure of yourself to have put on that dress.”

“Not at all. The dress was my secret weapon.”

He cocked a brow. “A secret weapon?”

“Yes.” She was growing breathless with lust but he still held back. “I came prepared to wage war.”

Once through the bedroom door, he closed it with his foot, then spun her against it. His lips came down hungrily on hers, his kiss growing deeper, more intense, as he slid his hands with slow deliberation up her thighs, setting every inch of her skin on fire. His mouth broke from hers to glide up her neck, tracking her pulse with his hot tongue, and then tracing her ear.

“You must have known I was a goner the minute you walked in here.” His hot words tickled in her ear, sending ripples low into her belly and a pool of moisture between her thighs.

“I only hoped,” she murmured back, urging his hands higher. Her heart fluttered at his flaring pupils when he discovered nothing underneath but the thigh highs. “I was ready to pull out all the stops.”

“Were you now?” The low rumble of his laugh warmed her insides. “And you thought to begin by talking about cows?”

“I had to infiltrate your camp,” she explained. “I hoped we’d eventually move on to other things.”

“Like what?”

“Like maybe how much you missed me?” She tilted her head and parted her lips, inviting his kiss, but he held back, cupping her face and stroking her mouth with the pad of his thumb.

“I’ve missed you all right. A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t ached for you.”

“Me too,” she whispered and brought his hand to her heart, covering it with her own. “Right here. But you still haven’t said you want me back.”

He tangled his fingers in her hair and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her as if he wished to devour her. Until she melted into him breathless and mindless.

“That answer good enough?” he asked. “Or do you still need more convincing?”

“Oh yeah, cowboy.” She grinned. “Lots and lots more convincing.”

He took her at her word, sliding to his knees and inching her skirt up, his lips following his hands. His hot mouth and questing tongue blazed a scorching trail from her knees to the tops of her stockings. He licked the lace edge and then nuzzled his bristled face between her thighs. Her knees buckled at the first hot, wet swipes of his tongue. She whimpered and clutched his shoulders for balance.

“So wet. So sweet. So mine,” he groaned into her flesh.

She braced herself against the door as his masterful fingers plunged in and out in synchrony with the slick swirls of his hot tongue, her blood thrumming though her veins as he teased and tormented her. She plastered herself to him, grinding her hips against his mouth with every wrenching ripple of pleasure. “Please, Wade,” she panted, her body aching for him. “I can’t stand this anymore. I want… I need… Please…”

He looked up at her with a wicked smile. “You need what, sweetheart? This?”

He curled his fingers inside her, massaging that magical place while flicking his tongue over her bud. Her insides clenched. Her body quivered with mounting tension.

“God yes. Don’t stop!”

His chuckle vibrated through her like a tuning fork. “Or maybe more like this?”

He latched onto her clit and sucked, launching her into a screaming climax.

*

Wade licked her juices from his lips and stood. Her face was flushed, swollen lips parted, and blue-green eyes glazed over with spent passion when he caught her against him. He swallowed her soft sobs, kissing her deeply and tenderly until she came back to earth. He’d never tire of making her come apart, and damned sure wasn’t finished yet.

With his hands under her ass and her legs wrapped around his hips, he carried her to his bed, where he unzipped her dress, and peeled it slowly off. She wore only the black stockings. Her skin was flushed, her eyes were heavy-lidded, and her hair fanned out in loose waves on the pillow. He stepped back to admire the view he’d missed while he shucked his jeans.

God, she’s a gorgeous sight.

He came over her, taking one tempting nipple into his mouth, suckling until she whimpered. He released it with a pop before moving to the other. She parted her thighs and reached for him. “Now. Please.”

He pulled back. “Sorry, darlin’, but I’m not finished yet.”

“Is this some kind of punishment?”

“You might look at it that way. You made me wait a long time for you, Nikki. Didn’t you once say payback’s a bitch? Now roll over. Onto your stomach.”

He stuffed a pillow under her hips, then knelt at the foot of the bed where he began anew, peeling off her stockings one at a time, nibbling at her ankles, stroking his fingers over the backs of her calves, scraping his teeth up the back of her legs. He licked and sucked the erogenous spot behind her knees until she quivered again with want.