Two To Wrangle (Hotel Rodeo #2)(23)

She looked over her shoulder with a gasp.

“Losing your concentration?” Ty asked, a smirk lurking on his face.

Sex between them was always hot, but underneath the simmering passion was always a battle of wills. She lowered her head and began kissing and licking the length of his shaft from base to head, circling and teasing his glans with her tongue before taking him in by slow, silky smooth inches. She loved the feel of him, his musk and the muffled moans of his pleasure as he applied himself more vigorously to hers.

She’d sworn not to be first to come, but it was damned hard to ignore the sensations of his swirling tongue. Her position facing his feet made it difficult for her to stimulate his sweet spot, but it did allow easy access to things she’d only read about in Cosmo. Maybe it was time to put some of that theory into practice?



Ty loved oral—the giving as well as the getting—but sixty-nine always took things to a whole new level. He kissed and tongued and teased, keeping his mind on her as she took him into her mouth. He knew he was big and tried to be considerate. He didn’t jerk or thrust but let her adjust to him and then set her own pace. He shut his eyes, surrendering himself for timeless seconds to sultry suction and pure pleasure, before applying himself once more to hers.

Although he’d always taken pride in pleasing his partners, he’d never been more in tune with any other woman’s body, with her signals, her sounds—had never worked as hard to please any woman as he did with Monica. And every damn time only seemed to get better.

Her taste was the sweetest on his tongue, her moans as he licked and sucked her were a melody to his ears—the moans that were now creating a vibration that almost made his eyes roll back in his head. He tamped down the sudden urge to thrust to a finish. He’d hold back his release. If it f*cking killed him. When the fingers that lightly caressed his balls began exploring elsewhere, he thought it just might. His sac drew up almost the instant she began stroking the smooth flesh behind his balls. He went instantly light-headed.

Holy shit. No woman had ever done that before.

She increased the pressure. Light but steady.

He sucked in breath, pulled back a few inches from her, and ground out slowly through his teeth, “Sugar, you’d better stop that now.”

He exhaled on a long hiss as she relaxed her grip on his shaft and released him slowly from her mouth. “Losing your concentration, Ty?” she asked in a smug tone.

“Not at all,” he replied, struggling to keep his tone smooth and even. “Just lookin’ out for you. That’s all.”

“You can look out for me just fine right there, cowboy.”

“I’m not playing,” he warned darkly. “Keep that up and you might get a whole lot more than you bargained for.”

She responded with a low chuckle and moved to take him back into her mouth.

Ty made his own move. Sweeping his arm around her waist, he rolled to his side, taking her down with him. She turned to him with a taunting smile tugging her swollen lips. “Can’t take the heat, Ty? I’m not finished yet.”

“That’s right, you aren’t finished.” She was so coiled with sexual frustration that she nearly vibrated with it. “But I’m gonna take care of that, of both of us, right now. Turn over.”

“Why does it always have to be your way?”

“One of us has to wear the pants. We’ve had this conversation before.”

She scowled back. “And I called you out on that chauvinistic bullshit.”

“That you did. I seem to recall you also spouting off something about sexual harassment. I still think you need a whole lot more of that, Ms. Brandt, and I’m your man. Now turn over, like I asked you to, or I’ll take you over my knee and spank that sweet ass.”



The look in Ty’s eyes said he meant business. Monica’s stomach knotted, but she was hard pressed to say how much of her anxiety was genuine fear and how much was sexual excitement. “No, Ty,” she said tightly. “I told you before that I’m not into those kinds of games.”

His gaze hardened. “You think I’m going to hurt you? Shit, Monica! This is only sex play. Most women get off on it.”

“I’m not most women,” she snapped.

“That’s for damn sure,” he mumbled.

She licked her lips. “Maybe starting this back up wasn’t such a good idea.”

His gaze narrowed. “I think we’re done playing now.”

Her heart raced. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not the one who high-tailed it out of Vegas at the first misunderstanding. How do you think I felt when you walked out on me?”

“I don’t know, Ty. Maybe you could tell me.”

“I was ready to let you go your own way—until you did. Hearing you got on that plane with Evan was like getting a knife in the gut.” His tone and gaze softened. “I’d never hurt you. Don’t you know that? I don’t want to be the one to f*ck this up. If I do, I know I’ll lose you for good, and I really don’t want that to happen.”

“That’s what you say, but how can I really know?”

He let loose a long sigh. “Talk is cheap, Monica. I was raised in the belief that actions speak louder than words. Will you at least give me a chance to prove it?” He cupped her face, kissing her with a tenderness that turned her inside out. He released her, his gaze holding, hers, questioning, waiting.