Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(14)

“This is crazy.” Her voice was raspy.

“You wanna stop?” Now was the time. Any more of this and he was a goner.

She stared at his lips. “No.”

He attacked her again. Swiping his tongue through her sweet mouth and cupping her breast through her sundress. The peak was a hard pebble under his palm, and he coaxed a low cry from her, which fueled his fires more.

“Get out of this shirt,” she rasped, tearing at his buttons. The pearls parted and he maneuvered so she could pull off the sleeves. Pressure built in his groin and spread like wildfire through his system.

When she hooked her leg around his back, he had to grind his teeth against the urge to blow. No, no, no. He was damn well going down between her thighs and taste her honey before he pounded his way to ecstasy.

She yanked at his hair, drawing her back to her kiss-swollen lips. “Don’t stop.”

“You couldn’t tear me away, sweetheart.”



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As soon as Anya skimmed that heated muscle with her hands, she threw away all caution. There weren’t any brakes on this train.

She took in the chiseled lines of his body. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest. His abs were made for tasting. When she tentatively touched the twisted skin of his burn, their eyes met. His mouth became solemn, as if he were waiting for her to scream and run away.

She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to one spot that edged over his side.

A shudder ran through him, and his voice came, gritty, to answer her unasked question. “Explosion. I wasn’t close enough to take much of a hit, but this laid me up for a coupla weeks.”

Unable to imagine the horrors he must have lived through, her throat tightened. She pressed a line of kisses from his side and up over his arm. He remained completely still while she did, until she darted across his chest and bit his nipple.

A growl left him, and the game was on again. His hands roved over her side and down to her thigh. When he parted her legs and hooked his finger in her panties, she stopped breathing. She waxed regularly, but would he like it?

He dragged her panties down her hip and plunged his fingers between her legs.

She cried out as he met wet, swollen flesh, and he issued a harsh groan.

He liked it.

“Jesus, you’re slippery. Fuck.” He slid down her body and tugged off her panties. Her dress went next.

“My boots are still on.”

His eyes were hot with lust. “They’re sexy as hell.”

A thrill went through her, but it was nothing compared to the moment when he dropped his head between her thighs and delivered a long, slow lick to her pussy.

Her inner walls clenched and released. Need mounted as he dipped his tongue into her. She clutched his head, watching his eyes darken as he tasted her.

“Fucking delicious. I knew it.”

His words rocked her. He’d been thinking about tasting her? Oh God. She sank her fingers into the soft whorls of his hair and guided him. He dragged his tongue upward. When he found her swollen bud, she bucked against his mouth. He latched on and sucked with the exact pressure she craved.

“Just like that. Ffffuck.”

His laugh bubbled over her skin. “Didn’t know beauty queens could cuss like that.”

“Do you see a fucking tiara?” She pushed against his lips and tongue, taking what she needed. Her eyes closed in bliss, but she popped them open again. She’d spent plenty of time watching his muscles while he worked and his face as he examined plans with her. But watching him take her with his mouth was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen.

He dragged his stubble over her flesh, igniting her further. She climbed, fingers twisting in his hair. She rocked again.

“Use me. Take what you want,” he grated out before diving in again. Her pussy throbbed and juices slipped over his mouth. With a slow flip of his tongue, he sent her over the edge.

Her orgasm rushed up fast, shooting her into the stars higher and faster than she’d ever been before. Her pussy contracted four, five times.

He was gone from her all too soon, doing one of those pushups that only a soldier could. With a fire in his eyes, he grabbed her hand and thrust it between her legs.

“Bury your fingers in your pussy. Keep comin’ on your fingers, sweetheart.”

She knew just what to do. Her orgasm stretched on for what felt like ages as he stripped off his clothes and rolled a condom onto his long, thick cock.

“Ohhhh.” Her moan sounded rough and strange to her ears.

He started to position himself between her thighs and bashed his shin off the side of the bed nook. “Damn.” He righted himself and smacked his elbow. That brought a yowl from him that made her giggle.

“Funny bone?”

“Not even remotely funny.”

She cupped his elbow and gave it a rub while reaching for another body part to give it a soft tug. When she encircled his cock with her fingers, he stopped moaning about his elbow.

His eyes rolled back in his head as she learned every vein on his length. She watched his handsome face contort in bliss. Roughly, he grabbed her wrist. “Stop. I can’t hold out.”

When he dragged her close, several pillows toppled over her face. They batted at them wildly, and he rifled two out of the nook.

“Maybe all these pillows aren’t a good idea.” She needed his hard cock inside her. Deep. Now.