Cowgirl Up and Ride (Rough Riders #3)(35)

“Kissin’ your red-hot love flower made this stem grow big and hard just for you, baby doll.”


AJ managed to meet his eyes. “Love flower?”


“Thought maybe you wanted some kinda sweet-talkin’ love words first.”


“Is that the next step? Because I thought we’d just get naked and you’d put your stem—”


Cord’s mouth cut off additional comment. He fiddled with her rhinestone belt and her skirt thudded on the floor. He released her mouth long enough to say, “Lift,” and yanked her T-shirt over her head. Snap. Her bra opened and he slid it off her arms. He walked her to the bed until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.


His hands kneaded her breasts and then his hot mouth enclosed her nipple.


AJ let out a squeak.


“I wanna f*ck you fast and get this first time out of the way so I can f*ck you slow next time. Then fast the time after that. Then slow. I want to f*ck you so many times in so many ways that you won’t be able to sit on a horse for a goddamn week, AJ.”


Liquid heat pooled between her thighs, her pulse pounded and every part of her that wasn’t touching him ached to be touching him. “Cord—”


“Get on the bed. In the middle.”


She scooted back on her elbows until her neck brushed the pillows. The cotton sheets were cool beneath her feverish skin.


Cord stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself, eyeing her like she was the lottery, a gourmet meal, a prize-winning Thoroughbred—and he held a winning ticket to all three.


As he stared at her, she wanted to tell him to hurry up; she wanted to tell him she was scared and to go slow. When he crawled across the mattress, stalking her with his big body and smoldering eyes, she knew she’d made the right decision waiting for this man to introduce her to the carnal delights of sex.


He put his callused hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them open.


The tips of her nipples tightened when Cord lowered his head and licked a path from her clit up to her mouth. Even his kiss tasted darker. As he nibbled on her lips, she heard a click and then his fingers were pushing a cold, sticky substance inside her.


She gasped softly.


“Just lubrication. You’re wet, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Ready?”


She nodded, hoping he attributed her racing heart and shaking limbs to excitement and not fear.


Cord levered himself over her and reached between them. He circled the blunt tip around her opening and then started to push his cock in.


And in.


And in.


And it still wasn’t in. And what was in—hurt.


His hot breath teased her ear. “AJ, don’t tense up.”


“I’m not. I told you it wouldn’t fit.”


Cord half-laughed/half-groaned. His lips feathered across her jaw to her mouth. He began to kiss her in that bone-melting way of his.


AJ slid her hands up his strong arms and into his hair. She concentrated on the feel of his silky tongue in her mouth. The glide of his rougher skin on hers. The delicious way he smelled. The cool sheets on her back. The heat of his muscled body on her front. The sounds of their labored breathing. The muted lighting and the soft mattress. The fierce need but unbelievable gentleness pouring from him.


He was rocking into her in short bursts when all of a sudden the kiss intensified. His hands pushed her hips down as his pelvis thrust up.