Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(76)

Like she could take her eyes off his beautiful form. Long and lean, ripped arms, narrow

torso, strong legs—his every muscle looked carved from granite. He wet a washcloth and

soaped up, filling the humid space with a piney scent. Briskly rubbing the sudsy cloth

over his arms, his neck and shoulders. Across his pecs and abdomen to his crotch. Over

his fully erect cock. Between his legs, down to his ankles, feet and toes. He tossed

the cloth aside and squirted shampoo into his palm. Closing his eyes, he scrubbed his

head, turning away to rinse.


The rear view was as impressive as his front. Powerful shoulders and back. Firm

buttocks so perfectly round and hard her teeth ached to take a bite.


He shut the water off, but steam still hissed from a pipe low to the floor, keeping the

space warm. Bennett said, “Face the wall.”


He’d moved in behind her. His mouth latched onto her nape. “Did you touch yourself

last night after you left here?”


“No.”


“Did you touch yourself this mornin’?”


“No.”


“And how did you feel today?”


“Achy. Edgy. Needy.”


His hot breath burned her ear. “That’s how you’re supposed to feel. Last night was

about putting you at ease. Tonight is about you proving to me that you’re ready for

this.”


She squared her shoulders. “I am ready.”


Sweet, lazy kisses morphed into tiny nips on the fleshy slope of her shoulder. She

shivered. Bit her lip against a moan.


He zigzagged his tongue along her spine to the tops of her buttocks and placed a

sucking kiss in the middle of each cheek. “Get on your knees.”


Again she felt that flip in her belly. That spike of heat in her pulse. That deep throb

in her sex. As she got into position, Bennett perched on the edge of the bench seat,

his feet planted wide on the tile floor.


She dropped to her knees, allowing her hands to rest on her lap.


“Angel, you are a quick study.”


His compliment stirred an odd sense of pride inside her.


“Touch your nipples.”


Ainsley pressed her palms over her breasts. Squeezing the fleshy globes, she began to

rub the centers of her palms over her nipples in small circles.


Her gaze flew to his when two strong hands enclosed her wrists, stopping the motion.


Bennett brought her right palm to his mouth and thoroughly bathed it with his tongue.

Then her left palm. Then he placed them back on her nipples.


The wetness from his mouth coupled with the heat in his eyes tightened the tips

further. She rubbed faster. Need radiated from her breasts down her belly to gather

between her thighs. She was hyperaware of the incremental changes in her own body as

she became aroused. She hadn’t taken the time to absorb those changes in the past. She

’d been was too busy racing toward the orgasm finish line.


“Pinch them,” he said gruffly.


It was almost a relief to add more pressure.


“Harder. I wanna hear you gasp like that again. You can take a little more pain.”


Ainsley half-expected he’d reach out and show her what he wanted, but he didn’t. He

expected her to follow his directions. Using just the tips of her thumbs and