Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(78)

She hollowed her cheeks and sucked, moving her tongue back and forth beneath the sweet

spot as she swallowed.


“So. Fucking. Good. Christ.”


There was an endorsement of her oral skills. But she didn’t let up even to allow a

small, cocky smile.


He slowly pulled out, using the hand holding the back of her neck to tip her head back.


Ainsley licked her smooth lips and met his gaze. Sated, yes. But something else

lingered there. Something primal.


Bennett trailed his finger from the tip of her chin, down through the wetness coating

her throat. “Beautiful. Look at you. So f*cking beautiful.”


She blushed. No man ever said anything like that to her. Even while part of her did the

cha-cha that she’d pleased him, she wondered if his compliments were simply because

she’d just blown him.


“What was that?”


“What was what?”


“That skeptical look. You frowned at me.”


Damn. She did have a crap poker face. “I did?”


“Mmm. But I know what’ll fix that. Stand.”


Her knees were wobbly. Bennett held onto her hips and nestled his face into her

cleavage. Then he kissed the upper and lower swells of both her breasts before sucking

on her nipples. Sucking with lazy intent. Showing her that the sucking was all about

his enjoyment of her body, not hers. Which made his attentions that much more

enjoyable.


He tipped his head back and looked at her when she sighed. “We’ll pick this up later.

Meantime, feel free to use my robe.”


“I can’t get dressed?”



“No.”


“But—”


“Keep it up and you’ll be eatin’ supper nekkid.”


“Your robe will be just fine.”


He smirked and tossed her a towel. “Thought you might say that.”


After supper they watched the DVR’d episode of Wheel of Fortune and snuggled up on the

couch.


Ben liked having Ainsley close. Their legs side by side on the ottoman. Her head

resting on his shoulder. Her hand on his chest. His fingers trailing up and down her

arm. Touching her without restriction as a Dom was one thing. But touching her like

this? Almost absentmindedly just because he could? That gave him a sense of

satisfaction on a different level.


“You don’t talk much about ranching.”


“Not much to say. I get up, I do it, I come home, go to bed and repeat the next day.

Pretty much the same day in, day out. Except for when we’re calving or haying.”


Ainsley drew circles on his pec. “Do you get bored?”


“I don’t have time to get bored.”


“Tell me one thing you did today that was out of the ordinary.”


He smiled because she’d tried to wrest control. Instead of waiting for him to question

her about something personal, like he had last night, she’d tried to get the jump on

him by keeping her question innocuous. “I got an awesome blowjob in the shower.”


She poked his sternum. “Besides that.”


“I had a beautiful lady bring me supper.”


Three more pokes. “Come on. Tell me something.”