Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(22)

“Wydell, wait.”

He swung back. “Seems you’re ready for me to go.”

“No, I was only mad at myself for leaving Mrs. Fletcher’s plate of leftovers in my trailer.”

Some of the tension eased from him, but not all. Especially not in his Wranglers. His jeans were swelling with every step she took in his direction.

When she walked right up to stand before him, he couldn’t pretend he hadn’t hung around to tuck her into bed.

“Why don’t you let me walk you home?” he whispered, leaning over her.

She inched closer, and he felt more than saw a shiver pass through her. “I’d like that, cowboy.”

He jolted at the term she’d used. He hadn’t thought of himself as anything but Hard Ass, Corporal in the United States Marine Corp. “Cowboy?”

“Yeah.” She flicked the brim of his hat, sending it tumbling from his head. Ignoring it, he grabbed her with a growl.

“Let’s go for a ride, sweetheart.” With that, he picked her up and pushed into the Airstream. “We’ll get this trailer rockin’.”



*



Anya brushed against Wydell’s big, strong body like a kitten begging for affection. She practically purred as he slid his hands over her breasts to her waist and finally settled on her hips.

In one tug, she was flush against his thickened cock. Her pussy gave a squeeze of invitation even before he kissed her.

A wild kiss of total abandon. He cupped her face like a precious chalice, his tongue stretching deep into her mouth to take what he wanted.

She mewled and went on her tiptoes to get closer to his heat. Tonight had been more about liking each other and less about hormones, but she didn’t take the time to think about that. She wanted him.

Breaking away, he tipped her head to the side. and pressed soft kisses along the column of her throat, murmuring dirty things between each peck. “Gonna strip off this floaty white blouse and see what’s underneath.” One strong kiss, followed by another. “Then pull your pretty breasts out of your bra and suckle each tip until you beg me to come.”

She shuddered and gripped his shoulders tighter, drawing him closer.

A nibbling kiss that turned her inside out. “I’ll nestle my fingers between your folds and let you know who can give you the pleasure you crave.”

“God, yes.” She parted her legs without thinking, urging him to do just that.

“But first, where to take you?” He raised his head and looked around her trailer. “The bed nook and I didn’t get on well before.”

She made a noise, part giggle, part coo. “There’s a shelf up there.” She gestured to a small wooden ledge where she hadn’t gotten around to putting anything on yet.

He nipped her lower lip just hard enough to sting. She dug her fingers into his hair and yanked. The rumble of satisfaction coming from his chest vibrated through her body. He picked her up, hitched her thighs around his hips and shoved her against the nearest wall.

With his cock grinding into her, she threw away all thoughts of how they didn’t belong together. She latched onto his lower lip with her teeth and tugged until he kissed her.

Whoooeee, did he kiss her. Like he’d never stop. Like he couldn’t stop. He rocked his hips in a rhythm that maddened her. She tore at her own top to give him access to her aching breasts, wanting him to fulfill all those dirty, whispered promises he’d made before.

When he clamped his fingers over one nipple, she cried out. Wildfire embedded the tips of his fingers, and with each stroke he spread it wherever he touched.

She kissed him with all the passion raging inside her. When he let her slide down the wall, they stared into each other’s eyes for a millisecond—right before ripping at their clothing. In seconds his jeans were puddled around his boots and her clothes and boots were scattered across the floor.

“Damn this sexy bra is driving me nuts.” He nuzzled along the lacy cup. Just when she thought he’d never get down to business, he flicked the clasp on her back. Her breasts sprang free, and he closed his lips around one nipple.

A sweet, dark heat whipped at her senses. She let her eyes roll back in her head, digging her fingers into his hair for purchase. “I need you. Please.” Her gritty words hardly sounded as if they belonged to her.

The answering growl was all Wydell. Everything rough and sexy about him was embodied in his noise of surrender. As he rooted his cock at the opening of her slick folds, shock tore through her.

“Condom,” she gasped.

His eyes sprang wide. “Fuck!” He released her long enough to stoop and tear off his boots and jeans. He located his wallet and a condom. As he fumbled at it with unsteady hands she reached for the packet.

“Let me.” What a turn-on that he wanted her so badly. Her mind barely took in the thought before he snatched the condom from her fingers and rolled it on one with one smooth glide.

She must have made a noise at the dirty sight of him pumping his cock through his fist, because he answered with, “Grab onto my neck.”

When she did, he levered her against the wall, his cock at her pussy and his gaze locked on hers. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“Then don’t,” she whimpered, kissing a path along his stubbled jaw. “I want you to touch me.”