Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(34)

She whimpered and bumped her pelvis closer to his face.


He grinned even when his cock was so hard it hurt.


Cord savored her sweet essence, prolonging her pleasure until thick cream poured from her sex.


“Oh God, please, Cord.”


“Do you like this?”


“Yes! I never thought…”


“Never thought what?”


“That anything could feel this good.”


“Mmm. And I’m not even to the good part yet.” The vibration made her gasp. So he did it again. Then Cord placed his mouth on her clit and sucked.


AJ nearly shot off the couch.


He alternated little whips of his hot tongue across that inflamed pearl with deep rhythmic sucking. It didn’t take long before AJ arched; he gripped her hips as her orgasm exploded in his mouth.


She screamed. And thrashed and tried to get away even as she tried to get closer.


He didn’t release her until the very last pulse.


With his mouth still connected to her throbbing sex, he looked up and saw her gazing at him. Not with embarrassment, but with awe. With hunger.


“Cord.”


The hoarse, needy way she’d whispered his name sent every last bit of blood to his dick.


He gave her clit one last hard suck before he pushed back and stood. “In my bed, AJ.


Now.”


Cord clasped her hand and led her upstairs.


AJ’s whole body shook. With need. With surprise. With fear.


The sun was setting, softening the light filtering through the blinds to a hazy purply pink. The king-sized, four-poster bed was the centerpiece in Cord’s masculine bedroom—the only room he’d redecorated after his wife had left. A heavy mahogany nightstand with a stained-glass lamp on top was shoved in one corner, a matching bureau took up the largest wall and an antique wooden rocking chair was in front of the bay window.


She leaned against the doorjamb to the master bath and watched Cord toeing off his Tony Lamas. He folded the comforter to the end of the bed, exposing plain white cotton sheets.


Cord faced her as he unbuttoned his crisply ironed navy blue shirt.


“Should I be doing that?” she asked.


“Next time. If you put your hands on me anywhere right now, I guarantee I’ll be on you and in you before you can blink.”


“Sounds good to me.”


He growled and tossed his shirt on the dresser.


AJ stared at his chest. Man. Talk about perfect. She wanted to sink her teeth into his hard pecs. Lick his bulging biceps. Suck the flat disks and see how fast his nipples hardened. Trace the ridged lines of his ripped abdomen with her tongue. Follow that intriguing trail of dark hair from his belly button down…way down to see exactly where the hair ended. She bit her lip as he lowered the zipper on his jeans.


“AJ, I’m warnin’ you.”


“What?”


“Stop lookin’ at me like you wanna eat me alive.”


“If you didn’t want me to look, Cord, you shouldn’t look so damn good.”


That slow, sexy grin appeared. “Like what you see?”


“I’ve always liked it . ” Even when I was a little girl and I didn’t know why I liked it so much.


His jeans hit the floor and he was buck-ass naked.


Her gaze zeroed in on his groin and her heart rate quadrupled. “Umm. Wow. Did it grow? Because it looks bigger.”