Love, Diamonds, and Spades (Cactus Creek #2)(28)

The powder blue towels serving as pseudo pillowcases were hard to miss.

While up until this point, she’d mainly found his never ending frustration with ‘evil’ laundry wash and dry cycles amusing, and his reverence over her soft bath towels endearing, it wasn’t until she actually felt all the scratchy sheets, and brillo pad like towels, and stiff as paper pillow cases in his apartment that she realized just how bad he really was at doing the laundry.

The last corner of the soft new sheets was barely tucked under the mattress before he dragged her down onto the bed and let out a deep, rumbling purr, burrowing in the sheets and pillow case like a big, brawny lion.

A long sigh of pleasure whooshed out of him and he sat up to pull her onto the bed, tucking her against him contentedly.

“Thank you, sweetheart. This is the best present you could’ve given me.”



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RYLAN TOOK IN the soft glow of pleasure lighting her face. Next to her blushes, these were his second favorite. And he loved that this particular glow had been the result of her getting him a gift. The sweetest gift he could’ve imagined.

Twining her long legs with his, he felt her run the tip of her index finger over his bicep and then up to trace his tattoo.

He groaned silently. Everywhere she touched always seemed to become a live current of electricity.

“You know that first day we saw each other?” she asked, rubbing her finger in tiny circles over his now over-sensitized skin.

“Yeah?” All he could focus on was each stroke sending a lightning bolt of arousal down his body, looking for the most explosive means of freedom.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off your arms. Every time you weren’t looking, I’d sneak a peek, trying to see more than just the curling edges of your tattoo every time your sleeve rode up those massive biceps of yours.”

He made a non-descript sound, because, in all honesty, he hadn’t heard a thing she’d just said.

She looked at him expectantly.

Criminy. She’d just asked him a question, hadn’t she?

He shoved down the roar of blood in his ears when her tongue licked over the tattoo on the inside of his forearm.

“Is that a no?” she asked, lips twitching in amusement.

Damn, he caught her.

“I didn’t hear what you said, sweetie, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, well it was no big deal.” She shrugged and half-rose from the bed. “I was just asking if you wanted to christen these new sheets, is all.”

He clamped his hands on her hips and flipped her back onto the bed.

Laughing, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “So I guess that’s a yes.”

He skimmed his lips across her shoulder, smiling against her skin. “That’s a hell yes.”

The soft, happy sigh slipping past her lips had his chest tightening with emotion just as he felt her teeth nip along his jawline.

Hell. He needed to calm down and regain some control.

A futile mission, he decided soon after when she then ran her palms across his abs, slowly, as if it were an immense pleasure just to feel him.

Spearing his hands through her hair, he opened his mouth against her skin to taste her.

Always so sweet.

Another sigh, accompanied by a sexy, feminine shiver had him pulling back, even as his hands flexed against her hips.

“You’re a menace to my control,” he rasped.

“Right back at you,” she tossed back as she tugged at his shirt.

Their clothes flew off soon after at an alarming speed, but still it didn’t feel fast enough.

Already hard enough to hammer nails, he quickly reached for a condom, knowing he would never have the presence of mind to do so later.

As he slipped it on, he let out a low groan, raw and tortured, when he felt his knuckles graze her hot, slick core. So wet.

Turning his hand gently, he slipped a finger deep inside her, reveling in the wild cry that left her lips as her hips arched and silently asked for more. Her limbs began trembling as he captured a berry ripe nipple in his mouth, tugged and caressed as he slowly slid between her legs.

Damn. He’d thought he was hungry for her before, but now he was downright starving.

With his hard length nudging against her scorching hot heat, he gripped her hips and plunged deep inside her with one long stroke.

Her hands clutched at his biceps and slid down to manacle his wrists. Planted beside her head, she held on to them for leverage as she bucked up to meet and deepen his thrusts.

Eyes locking on his, she smiled a secret utterly female smile and kissed him from the inside out, gentle rolling pulses that squeezed over his hard length, made him release a harsh sound of pleasure. Her sapphire eyes darkened, grew so turbulent with emotion, he felt the force of his thrusts increase, her eyes dilating even more with every plunge.

Her cries quickly dissolved into spasms of pleasure that tightened over him like a hot, silken vise. He was lost in the moment. Ready to come, but wanting this never to end.

Rylan, please. Harder. More.

Her words echoed in his head, stripping the last of his control.

With gentle rough fingers, he reached between them and stoked the flame hotter, reveled in her inner muscles rippling over him as she let out a soft, lust-glittered moan. She angled her hips then, taking him deeper. Just once.

And he lost it.

His entire body went rigid, his world detonating with the force of her orgasm that sent him spiraling over the edge.