Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(116)

He laughed.


Then he spun her around and ripped her blouse open, jerking it down her arms and to the floor. “I’ll pay the sewing bill.” He peeled off her camisole and he pressed his sticky chest to hers, ravishing her with a kiss packed with raw passion, completely erasing her will to do anything but surrender.


Using his mind-controlling kiss, he herded her backward until her butt connected with the couch.


Gavin tore his mouth away and bit that same spot on her neck and she fell into him with a startled gasp. “I’m going to bend you over the couch and f*ck you, Ree.” He nipped the skin again. “Fuck you hard.”


She shuddered.


“Stay right here. But those jeans better be down around your ankles when I get back.”


Talk about bossy. His sexy, terse commands did it for her in a bad way, yet she had the urge to push his buttons a little. See if she could get that control panel to short out completely. She pulled her jeans down, but left her panties on.


Gavin strolled into view. That’s when she realized he still wore his suit coat, and his shirt, but he was naked from the waist down—except for his socks. He should’ve looked ridiculous, but damn he looked like sex on legs.


His eyes blazed, seeing her underwear still on. “Didn’t I tell you—”


“To lower my jeans? Yes. But you didn’t say anything about my panties.”


That devilish gleam appeared and she understood she was seriously f*cked.


“Leave them. Just like the first time I f*cked you, remember? You said you came so hard you forgot to breathe, so let’s see if we can’t up the ante some.”


So so so f*cked.


Gavin held up his hand and a skein of yarn dangled from his fingers. “Bend over the couch and put your hands behind your back.”


“What the hell are you doing with my yarn?”


“Using it to bind you since I’m fresh out of rope.” When she continued to stare at him, he snapped, “Move it.”


She whirled around and leaned over the couch.


“Hands.”


“Impatient much?”


Gavin laughed. A little meanly. “You have no idea.”


Her anticipation skyrocketed as he wound the soft fiber around her wrists.


“Lift your chest up.”


As soon as she obeyed, Gavin slid the buffalo robe underneath her. When he pushed her chest down, the incredibly soft hair rubbed her nipples.


Then his mouth was on her ear again. “There’s one other thing before we get started.” Two sharp smacks landed on her ass cheeks and she yelped. “That’s for leaving your panties on.”


Gavin kicked her legs out and adjusted her underwear so the elastic stretched directly over her clit. His big hands angled and spread her lower half to his liking.


Then he plunged into her.


Rielle arched up. “God.”


Then he curled his hands over her shoulders, using her body for leverage as he hammered into her. Bottoming out with every thrust, pulling out completely and surging into her * again and again.


The buffalo hair constantly caressed her nipples like soft tongues. Add in the continual friction against her clit and she knew it wouldn’t take long.


Her ass stung, she couldn’t move her arms, she was utterly at Gavin’s mercy. And she loved every second of it.


He pressed a kiss at the top of her spine. “You blow my f*cking mind, Ree, every time.”


Gavin owned her. Heart. Soul. Mind. Body. His every primitive groan and animalistic thrust drove that point home.


“Please—”


“What will it take to get you there?”


Mouth dry, brain scrambled, she could barely speak. “You know.”


“Will it take…this?” He sucked on the side of her throat and it was over.


The warning flutter in her lower belly lasted a nanosecond before she climaxed. A gasping, shuddering, shattering orgasm. The sensations coalesced. Then her body and mind splintered—her mind cried uncle, the sensations overwhelmed her as her body pulsed and throbbed, screaming more more more.


Gavin roared, his hips furiously pounding into her * with such force the couch slid forward.


His body shook.


And shook.


He layered his chest over her back and panted in her ear. “You destroy me.”


Something about that sweet masculine bewilderment settled the emotions raging inside her.


Turning her head, she breathed him in and tenderly kissed his strong jaw.


“I love you. Jesus, Rielle. I love you so much.”


“I know. I love you too.”


“We’re a sticky mess. Let’s get cleaned up.”


“Okay. But no water games. I have a feeling I’ll be a little sore.”


“Shit. I’m—”


“Don’t say it. It’s a good sore, okay?”


“Okay. But I will point out it still makes you a sore loser.”


She heard the smirk in his tone. Such a crazy competitive man. But she loved that about him too.