The Maverick Meets His Match (Hearts of Wyoming Book 2)(78)

He stepped back and, without a word, walked toward the door. Was he leaving?

She heard the lock click.

“No one to bother us,” he said, sauntering back.

“Karen’s right outside the door,” she reminded as she sucked air back into her lungs.

“We’ll be quiet.” He pulled her against his hard body She felt him, long and hard.

College dorms had given Mandy some practice at being quiet.

Ty feathered kisses down her neck while his hand massaged her breast. It had only been a few days, but it had seemed like a few years since he’d made love to her.

“You want a baby, right?” His hand slid lower, brushing the denim of her jeans against her skin.

She nodded, having a hard time finding her voice when he cupped her crotch.

“No better time to get started. Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh. No condom.”

She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. He was moving against her through the denim fabric, and she could feel the wetness between her legs.

He shifted so that he sat on the front edge of the desk, capturing her between his legs. With a swipe, he unfastened the button of her jeans and pulled down the zipper, his fingers brushing against sensitive areas.

She groaned.

“Shhhh,” he said as he nuzzled her ear.

Oh God, she had to be quiet. So quiet.

He unfastened the button at the top of her jeans, and with both hands, pulled down the zipper, his hand brushing against her silky underwear. Little shimmers of sensation danced inside of her.

He pushed down her jeans and undies so that they pooled around her ankles. “Boots,” she whispered.

He reached for the side chair, pulled it forward, and gently pushed her onto it. Her body collapsed into it like a tent without its poles. He bent on one knee and pulled the right boot off, then the left, before tugging the jeans, undies, and socks off each leg. She was naked from the waist down.

He kissed her inner thigh and then kissed the same spot on the other thigh. His thumb touched where she was slick, and Mandy had to bite her lip to keep in the moan that had climbed up her throat. His hands slid under her backside, and he lifted her to his mouth. Mandy fisted her hands in his hair, astonished that he was doing this where he was doing it. She’d never been more aroused.

When his hot mouth touched, her back arched as his tongue caressed her. Pure pleasure swirled around her, dragging her into a vortex of sensation.

“Ty,” she whispered. Tension coiled inside of her. With each swirl, each flick of his tongue, the tension pulled tighter. He draped a leg over his shoulder while he pressed his hand under the thigh of the other leg. She held his head, and he worked his tongue so each lick took the tension up a notch, then another, then another. She bit her lip and wondered if it was bloody from biting down so hard to keep from calling out his name. When she thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, she dropped over the edge in a shuddering climax, the contractions racking through her like the aftershocks of an earthquake.

Ty rose and unbuckled his belt. Within a heartbeat his boots were off, his socks and pants thrown to the side, and he stood there, half naked, with a wonderful, full erection. He pulled her to her feet and leaned his butt against the edge of the desk.

“Climb aboard, Mrs. Martin,” he growled. “We’re making a baby.”

Mandy didn’t have to be asked twice. He held her at her hips, and she propped a knee against the hard surface of the desk and slung a leg around his waist. The engorged head of his hot erection nudged against her opening. He pressed her hips down as he thrust up. He stretched her, but she was slick and he buried himself inside her, deep inside her. A moan escaped.

“Shhh, honey. You said you’d be quiet.”

But he didn’t tell her how erotic this would be. How aroused she would feel.

“Wrap your legs tight around me,” he commanded.

She did as he asked, and he lifted her as he rose off the desk. He flipped around, and her bare butt slapped the smooth surface of the desktop.

“Hold on tight,” he whispered through the sexual fog engulfing her mind.

His hands moved to her back, and he pressed her to him. Then his hips moved back, and he was hammering into her, again and again, faster, harder, pushing against her as his large hands held her in place. His chest heaved, and his breathing was ragged. Still he pounded, and she was caught in a sexual swirl that sent her, finally, over the edge, the contraction hard and powerful, and it shook her like an earthquake splitting the earth. She wanted to shout, but somewhere through the haze, she remembered she had to be quiet, and instead she bit into the soft fabric of his shirt to hold it in. The aftershocks rippled through her, and she tightened her grip on his shirt. His groan rumbled out like plains thunder, and his knees bent for a second before he crushed her to his chest. So much for being quiet.





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Ty had just had the best sex of his life, in an office, on a desk. He fastened his belt and helped Mandy find a sock. Clearly it wasn’t due to the surroundings.

Mandy, still breathing a little heavy, sat on the same chair where he’d made her come minutes before and pulled on a gray python boot with a pointed toe. He’d never realized how many different types of boots there were until he’d met Mandy.

“If you’d be okay with it, I’d like to move back to the ranch house. I think, given one life ended there, it would be fitting to begin a new life there.” She looked at him from under those beautiful thick lashes of hers, and he felt a zing of lust. Hell.