Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(23)

“No time for kisses, huh?” His big hands cupped her breasts, then he jerked the

peignoir aside and pulled her bra cup down. A rumbling noise reverberated against her

breast when he bent and sucked her nipple into his hot mouth.


Ainsley kept her hands by her sides, lost in the silken pull of his mouth and the hot

lashes of his tongue. She shifted impatiently, her damp thighs rubbing together, trying

to create enough friction to set her off. But it wasn’t working. She released a

frustrated wail.


Then Bennett’s mouth was on her ear. “Don’t make me guess, dammit. You’re in

charge. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”


She blindly reached for his hand and shoved it between her legs. “Touch me. Please.”


He tugged aside her g-string and plunged a finger into her *. Then another.

Thrusting in and out, a pleased rumble vibrated in her ear when he realized how wet she

was. She pushed her pelvis toward him, wanting more.


Bennett trailed sucking kisses down the side of her neck.


Any attention to her neck made her thrash wildly. She used her shoulder to force his

mouth away from her skin.


“Hold still,” he hissed.


“I can’t. Touch my clit. I’m so close.”


Muttering another curse, Bennett slid his fingers free and rubbed the wet digits on her

clit. He eased back and suckled her left nipple so hard she felt the bite of his teeth.


That set her off. “Yes. Yes!” Her clit throbbed beneath his stroking fingers, sending

tremors throughout her body. When her head fell back, Bennett zeroed in on her neck and

sucked.


Her whole body vibrated as if she’d swallowed a live current.


He kept sucking and petting her until her knees gave out. “Whoa there, Angel.” He

pressed his lower body against the door, keeping hers upright.



When he tried to rest his forehead on her shoulder, she twisted free. “I’m all right.

”


Trying to regain her mental balance, she sidestepped him and took in the private room.


The bland space didn’t look like it belonged in a sex club. Well, besides the gigantic

bed. And the swing-like contraption in the corner. And the shackles hanging from the

ceiling. Maybe her initial impression had been too hasty.


Air blew down from the vents reminding her of her skimpy attire. Why hadn’t Bennett

enclosed her in his arms?


Because you didn’t ask him to. Or tell him to. You’re in charge, remember? He follows

your lead.


Which begged the question, what now? Now that she’d so easily, so quickly, so wantonly

fallen apart in his arms? Begging him to touch her clit, for crying out loud.


A true Domme wouldn’t react with embarrassment. A real Domme would probably…reward

him for bringing her to orgasm.


Visualizing herself as that ball-busting woman allowed her to face him with a sultry

smile. Her appreciative gaze rolled over his body. “Thank you, Bennett. I guess I

needed that more than even I knew.”


“It was my pleasure, Ma’am.”


“Know what my other pleasure would be? Seeing you completely naked. Strip.”


The muscle in his jaw flexed and he made no move to obey.