Spurs 'n Surrender (Operation Cowboy Book 2)(29)

Still, she backed up a step.

He followed. Crowding her. Bending over her, his minty breath washing across her lips. “Or don’t you want me to touch you, Anya?”

God, did she. She quivered. Then in a wild flurry, she ripped off boots, socks, jeans and the remnants of her top so she stood only in her lacy bra and a thong.

“Fucking hell, that’s hot. Expecting me, were you?”

“I don’t…” her words faltered as his gaze skated over her, “…have any clean underwear.”

He hooked his finger in the thin elastic holding up her thong. He plucked it like a musical instrument, and her body sang. Reaching around her, he tugged the string between her buttocks. The fabric covering her pussy pulled taut, which applied pressure to her aching clit.

She nearly fell over, but luckily two strong arms were there to catch her.

He wrapped her in his hold and kissed her as if the world were about to end. She opened wide to accept his wild kisses, scrabbling with his shirt and knocking his hat off in the process. Shaking in his arms, about to come apart for him.

With a growl that rumbled all the way to the marrow of her bones, he tore from the kiss and dropped to his knees. His touch on her breasts and belly was too fleeting. As he opened his mouth over her pussy—panties and all—she cried out. Digging her nails into his shoulders.

He kissed her intimately, his eyes squeezed shut and a look of bliss on his rugged features.

Juices squeezed from her folds. Dark pressure built in her core.

“Sweetheart, this is gonna be hard and fast. Hold on.” He locked his hands on her hips and, using his tongue, nudged aside her panties. Warm breath brushed across her clit a split second before he sucked it into his mouth.

“Oh God,” she burst out.

He wasn’t kidding about the hard and fast. She was climbing high at the speed of light. His steady pulls on her clit and the flick of his tongue drove her wild. A syrupy sweet pleasure stole her control, and she bucked into his mouth.

When he eased his finger into her pussy and pushed deep, she came apart. Pulsating so hard that she lost her breath.

He sent her pulse racing with each suck of his mouth and lap of his tongue. Her juices coated his lips and stubbled jaw.

She floated for several minutes, so long that she didn’t realize she was clinging to air and he was standing naked before her. “Condom,” she managed to whimper.

“Way ahead of you.” His eyes flashed and his square white teeth tore into the packet. Watching him cloak his straining erection was as hot as watching a man don a tuxedo. Cufflinks and bowties had nothing on a Trojan and a long, hard rod.

“Bend over,” he ordered.

Twisting around, she shed her thong. She’d barely braced her hands on the ledge running behind the short bench sofa when he planted a big palm on her spine. Bending her to his will.

She glanced over her shoulder. “Hurry.”

“Patience, beauty queen. Have I told you how fucking beautiful your hair is today? I wanted to wrap it in my fist the minute I saw you.” He did just that, binding her long, loose strands around his fist. Tugging her head back to latch his mouth over her pulse hammering in her throat.

In one hard push, he filled her. Her nerves snapped, her inner walls clenching around his every inch. She pushed back. He pulled her into his cock. Then they were racing toward a finish.

He bit into her neck, probably leaving a mark everyone would see. Her need doubled, tripled.

“Take my cock. Come all over it.”

“Yes!”

“You’re smart. And beautiful. Sweet to a damn fault.” He probed the corner of her lips with the point of his tongue before sucking her neck again. Thrusting into her until she had to go on tiptoe to accommodate him.

He seemed to wrap around her entire body until she felt totally supported, protected. Their arguments became a distant memory as a second orgasm struck.



*



Fucking hell, she was coming again. So tight that it squeezed the breath from him. He sank deep into her quivering flesh and reveled in the sensation of her coming apart in his arms.

Her flavors danced on his tongue and her scents floated in his head. Bright stars he wanted to get closer to, to grab onto until he burned out. Gasping, she collapsed forward.

He scooped her against him, lowering her to kneel on the bench covered in a bright turquoise striped fabric. Her hair slid over one golden shoulder, inviting him to kiss and nuzzle the spot.

Strands of her bright hair clung to his five o’clock shadow, connecting them. He withdrew. Sucked in a breath as he fought for control. And plunged his cock back into her tight body. Her breasts jiggled in his palms.

A growl left him as that tingle in his spine increased. “I can’t…get enough of you.” He fucked her wildly, pistoning his hips until she cried out once more.

The first jets of his release filled her body. He crushed his chest to her damp spine and lost himself in her.

When her ticklish touch on his thigh roused him, he lifted his head.

“Wydell…”

“Sweetheart, don’t ask me to leave your body yet. You feel too damn good.”

She sighed but without a hint of exasperation. It sounded breathy with excitement. Or was it emotion? More than anything, he wanted to crawl into that tiny nook with her, risking bodily harm, and make love to her all day long.