Cowgirls Don't Cry(47)

She hissed, “Yes.”


In this position, every time he thrust, the flannel sheet abraded her nipples. The simple eroticism of Brandt’s sure and steady movements as his cock tunneled in and out of her * forced a whimpering sigh from her lungs.

“So tight. God that’s good. Not gonna last.”


She closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over her, sensations exclusive to sex; the rhythmic squeak of the bed, harsh male breathing on her back, rough-skinned hands gripping her hips, the heat, wetness, the sounds of their body parts meeting, the friction of the sheets on her knees, elbows and nipples.

But it was more than that. And she couldn’t find the right words to explain it because the push and pull lulled her to a floaty plane where need and satisfaction were in perfect balance.

He plunged faster, muttering, jarring Jessie from her fog of pleasure. As soon as she felt his cock jerking against her inner walls, she bore down on his shaft, earning a holy f*ck and then another groan.

Followed by another louder holy f*ck and another longer groan.

Then his stillness.

Between panting breaths, he said, “Jess. I know…you didn’t…”


Brandt pulled out and flipped her onto her back, imprisoning her arms above her head. He sealed his lips to hers, as he slid his length of his shaft along her cleft, rubbing the rim of his cockhead directly on her clit.

Oh. Wow. This was something new for her, but Brandt knew exactly what he was doing. He skipped the gradual buildup, going straight for the high point. With his relentless attention, she ripped her mouth free from his, unable to breathe or gasp or even whimper as the orgasm pulsed in short, intense bursts and he rode every wave of it with her.

After her brain clicked back on, she peeked at Brandt. “What?”


“I could get very used to watching you come.” He kissed her. Sweetly, tenderly, but with the hunger that let her know he wasn’t done with her. “Regrets?”


“Not a single one.” She twisted her wrists as a hint for him to release her.

“Good.” He pushed up. “Are you sore?”


She said, “No,” a little too quickly.

His eyes narrowed. “Dammit, if I was too rough on you—”


“I would’ve said something. I’m not fragile, Brandt, remember that.”


“You’d say that even if you were bleeding, Jessie.”


Sometimes it surprised her how well he knew her.

“I need a drink,” he said rolling off the bed. “You need anything before we go for the round two?”


“Round two?”


“Uh-huh. Because we’re just getting started.”


Chapter Ten


Brandt gulped two glasses of water in the kitchen and took a minute to grasp the situation.

Holy hell, he’d just had sex with Jessie.

Jessie.

It boggled his mind.

Not only that, she’d initiated sex.

Not only that, she hadn’t wanted gentle lovemaking—she wanted to be f*cked. Hard.

Not only that, she hadn’t balked when he’d called her on her bravado, pushing her to put her money where her mouth was.

Holy hell, talk about a mouth that could own him body and soul. How he’d managed to hold out for more than fifteen seconds when those soft, warm lips circled the base of his cock while she sucked his shaft also boggled his mind.

How he’d managed to keep his cool when he got his first taste of her * was another miracle.