Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(36)

her juices on her nipples, then sucked it off slowly. One side at a time. While his

mouth was busy, so were his hands. A teasing brush of his fingertips across her belly.

Caressing the deeply contoured sides of her body from hip to armpit. Skimming the

outside of her legs. Grazing the inside of her thighs. But never touching her sex

directly.


Much to her squirming displeasure.


He focused his attention upward and knew the instant she realized his intention.


“No. Stop. I can’t—”


“Relax your neck.” He firmed his lips and followed that swan-like curve from the

sweet spot behind her ear to the hollow of her throat.


A full body shiver rolled through her. “Please. Don’t.”


“You’re really that riled up about me kissing you here?” Ben bestowed a warm, soft

kiss to the side of her neck. Then he parted his lips and scraped his teeth across it.


She bucked up with a sexy whimper.


Breathing in the scent of her passion-warmed skin, he dragged openmouthed kisses from

the sweep of her shoulder, up and down both sides of her neck, back and forth from her

jawbone to her clavicle.


She tried to block him, raising her shoulders and angling her head into his face

whenever he got too close. After her cheekbone smacked into his nose, he warned, “Hold

still, goddammit.”


“No. Don’t. I can’t take any more.”


“Am I hurting you?”


Eyes closed, she nodded.


Liar. “Then say your safe word.”


A couple of heartbeats passed before she shook her head.


Which meant her mind protested but her body didn’t. That was his goal for tonight—to

get her mind and her body on the same wavelength.



Ben cupped her sex. Wetness coated his fingers. Yeah. Her body wasn’t objecting at

all. Keeping his hand covering her *, he zeroed in on the hot spot on the left side

of her neck.


She jerked on the restraints, arching and tossing her head, narrowly missing a

collision between her sharp chin and his forehead.


Enough.


He pressed one hand to the top of her head; his other hand gripped the base of her

throat.


Her eyes were panicked and if she hadn’t been restrained, Ben suspected he’d see skid

marks on the carpet from her hasty departure.


“Breathe. Do you understand I’m not gonna hurt you?”


Took a second, but she nodded, purposely inhaling slowly and deeply.


But her neck was so rigid he worried it’d be sore. “Relax. Talk to me.”


“Take your hand off my neck, unless you plan to choke me out with auto-erotic-

asphyxiation for your next trick.”


He laughed. “Trying to piss me off to see if I’ll give up on you and untie your

binds?”


She seemed surprised he’d picked up on her intentions.


“Tough luck. I have half a mind to just let you squirm and thrash around like a bull

in a buckin’ chute. Wouldn’t be long before this wig was laying on the floor. And

wouldn’t that be interesting?”


That definitely got her attention.


“Why are you so damn squirmy whenever I touch you here?” He stroked the cord