Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(109)

She shook her head. “I’d be surprised if you did remember. But I’ve never forgotten it. Never. You were a Western knight in a white cowboy hat. You’ve been my fantasy man since that day all those years ago.”


“AJ, that’s not me. Then or now—”


“It is. Don’t spoil the memory for me by denying it. Don’t spoil this moment either.


Be Cord my sexy fantasy man, not Cord the responsible rancher who thinks too much.”


A section of her hair was stuck to her cheek from where she’d slept on it. Cord peeled it away and rubbed the damp, white-blonde strand between his fingers. So soft.


Such a contrast against his rough, callused hand. “You are sweet.”


AJ blushed. She picked up a chunk of salami and held it to his mouth. “I want to feed you too.”


By the time the food was gone, they’d teased each other to the point Cord was crazed to have her again. He sat in the middle of the bed and wrapped her legs around his lower back as she shifted down slowly, encasing his cock in her tight, wet heat.


“I like it this way.”


“Me too, baby doll. Me too.” Cord clutched her ass cheeks in his hands as they maintained a slow, sensual pace. Her soft skin brushed his everywhere. He consumed her mouth, her neck, her nipples, never completely leaving the heaven of her pliant *.


She climaxed and brought him along with her, in a deliciously sweet throbbing that seemed to last an eternity.


With their bodies and mouths still connected in the aftermath of lazy, but passionate loving, he realized he’d never clicked with anyone on this level—heart, body and soul.


He also realized he didn’t know what the hell to do about it.


AJ licked his Adam’s apple. “Mmm. Sweaty, yummy sexy man.”


“I can get some more food if you’re still hungry.”


“I’ll just nibble on you, if that’s okay.”


“Fine by me.” He arched his neck when her teeth scraped up to his ear and released a shudder. “God. I love that.”


“Then I’ll keep doing it.”


His hands were on her butt and his thumbs idly stroked the crack of her ass to the puckered rosette. On the next slow stroke up, his thumb lingered on that tiny opening.


Immediately she tensed up.


“You don’t like that?”


“No. I do, but I don’t think I’m ready for umm…more than that.”


“We can go slow.”


She said nothing—which alarmed him because she always spoke her mind.


“AJ? Look at me.” She lifted her head. Cord didn’t like the fear in her eyes. He especially didn’t like the fact he’d put it there. She’d given her body over to him without hesitation, with eagerness, with utter trust, with joy. He’d be a fool—and a bully—if he let his sexual desires overrule her panic. “I’d never make you do anything you didn’t want to, baby doll. If you’re not ready, no big deal, okay?”


“But you said—”


“Forget what I said. I’m a controllin’ dickhead sometimes. I’m used to bein’ obeyed.


Period.” He kissed her with reassurance. “No hurry. I can wait until you’re ready. In the mean time”—he flipped her on her back—“I want you again.”