Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(115)

his Dom side, but keeping their slap and tickle more focused on the tickle side, than

the slap. Using the flogger on the front side of her body. Holding her on edge, waiting

for the multi-point sting that never connected. She hadn’t acted frustrated,

especially not when he’d set the flogger aside and f*cked her, face-to-face. Taking

his time, building up, pulling back, dragging out the pleasure for an hour before

letting them both come. Afterward, Ainsley had been so exhausted, she’d crawled in his

bed and had fallen asleep. And like some kind of lovesick sap, he’d crawled in bed

beside her and watched her sleep, unable to stop from touching her even when she wasn’

t aware he was doing it.


He had no f*cking idea what was wrong with him.


He parked next to her car, noticing it wasn’t the only one left in the lot. He took

her hand and helped her from the cab.


She surprised him with a kiss. “Can I just say that I really love how you always open

my door? And walk me to my car?”


“It’s my pleasure.”


Her fingers toyed with the snaps on his shirt. “I can tell you’re antsy. My place is

closer than yours. So since I have some say in tonight’s fun and games, can we play

there? You could even keep your truck parked here, if you’re worried about someone

seeing it parked in my drive.”


She was worried about his reputation? Right.


But he was too horny to care.


“Drive.”


Chapter Eighteen


Wally and Charo usually greeted her at the door no matter what time she rolled in,

complaining loudly, and sniffing her shoes. Not tonight.


Ainsley flipped on the lamps in the living room. She shut the shades. She fought the

need to tidy up—straighten the fleece blanket draped over the couch, gather the

newspaper and mug on the coffee table. How could she be so nervous in her own house?


“Ainsley.”


She looked at him, definitely in Dom mode now, nonchalantly leaning against the wall.

With that look in his eye. The man knew how to smolder. “Yes?”


“Come here.”


A mere twenty steps across the small space and she stood in front of him. More nervous

than before.


Bennett ran his knuckles down her cheek. Then he cupped her chin and traced the outline

of her lips with his thumb. “Put your mouth on me.”


Ainsley didn’t move. Didn’t think. He’d tell her exactly what he wanted her to do.

And that was exactly what she wanted. After being in charge all day, she’d gladly let

Bennett take charge of her.


His hand fell to his waist and he worked his belt buckle, his midnight-blue eyes

remained locked on hers.


She lowered to the carpet. She unzipped his jeans and yanked the denim until the jeans

were around his ankles. He’d gone commando. His cock bounced against his belly.


He threaded both his hands through her hair and brought her face to his groin. “Take

all of me.”


Closing her eyes, she let Bennett guide her where he wanted. The wet tip of his cock

brushed her lips. She opened her mouth wider, as the hard flesh slipped over her

tongue. When the cockhead bumped into her soft palate, she fought the gag reflex until