Gone Country (Rough Riders #14)(45)

She arched into him, her hand at the back of his head.


He dragged his mouth from side to side, teasing her. Rubbing the rim of his lip across the tight peaks.


A soft moan drifted from her.


Gavin’s lips blazed a path up her throat to her mouth. He played with her breasts, squeezing and rubbing as he kissed her. She was so sweet and hot.


Rielle rolled her hips, grinding into his erection. She moved her lips to his ear. “You still have your clothes on. I wanna feel your skin against mine, Gavin.”


The former chubby guy part of him balked at the idea of getting naked with her, afraid she’d be judging him.


You shouldn’t have started this if you have no intention of finishing it.


Oh, he’d finish it all right—a spectacular f*cking finish this time.


“I want that too.” His hands followed the contours of her breasts down to her hips. He squeezed once. “Hop up on the bed.”


“But.” Indecision warred on her face before she boldly reached for his belt buckle. “Don’t you want me to undress you?”


“Next time, okay?”


“Okay.” She backed up and sat on the end of the bed.


Gavin kicked off his loafers, pulled his sweater and T-shirt over his head. Unbuckled, unzipped, he tugged his jeans down and ditched his socks. Wearing only his boxers, he moved toward her.


Rielle’s eyes flicked over his body, zeroing in on his crotch. “Naked, means naked.” She gestured to his underwear. “And that’s not naked.”


“You’re still wearing underwear,” he pointed out, stalking her.


She crab crawled to the center of his bed. “I’ll take mine off, if you will. But you’ve gotta go first.”


Right then Gavin wished he was packing a solid ten inches. But he was also just damn glad he could get a hard-on without the help of Viagra. He slipped his fingers beneath the waistband and dropped his boxers.


She grinned.


“What?”


“It’s just weird to think that’s been inside me and this is the first time I’ve actually seen it.”


Gavin hadn’t ever been the type to tease in the bedroom, so he wasn’t sure what possessed him to grin and fist his cock, stroking it slowly. “It’s more than ready to get reacquainted. Just as soon as you lose the panties.”


She stripped and threw them over the end of the bed.


He walked to the nightstand, tore off a package and ripped it open, watching her eyes as he rolled it on. Then he climbed onto the bed and pushed her thighs apart, making room for himself.


Rielle laid flat on the mattress, as if expecting him to mount her right now.


Why wouldn’t she think that? You’re wearing a condom.


Only so he didn’t have to fumble with the damn thing at the moment of truth.


Gavin kissed the blond hair at the top of her mound. Her belly button. Her sternum. Then those perfect breasts were in his face again. He sucked on her right nipple. Played with the rigid point with his teeth and tongue. Making her squirm. He switched to the other side, worshipping her breasts as they deserved.


Her nails were digging into the back of his neck and she lifted her pelvis, trying to connect with something solid.


He looked up, seeing her face flushed and her breathing ragged. “Ree?”


“Don’t stop. I’m about to…”


“Just from me sucking on your nipples?”


“Yes. They’ve always been sensitive. And what you’re doing…is really, really doing it for me, so don’t stop.”


He latched on with renewed vigor and she almost shot straight off the mattress. He pinched her other nipple hard, then palmed her *, while strongly suckling the taut peak.


Rielle cried out, “Yes!”


Gavin could feel the pulsing beneath his sucking lips and beneath his palm. He watched her face as she climaxed—she was something lost in pleasure. Softer somehow. He wanted her so bad his balls ached.


As soon as she relaxed, he aligned his cock and propped himself above her.


She opened her eyes and rose up to kiss him, her hands sliding down to grip his ass, letting him know she was in the moment.


He eased in slowly, kissing her softly until they were fully joined. Staying right there, her * hot and wet and tight around his shaft.


Then he moved on her, in her, keeping a steady rhythm that allowed him to sustain the kiss.


Rielle’s legs were splayed wide and her chest rose to meet his every rolling thrust. The cushion of her breasts rubbed against the thatch of hair on his chest.


Gradually he pushed into that channel a little harder. A little faster. His heart rate kicked up and sweat beaded on his brow.


Her lips slid free and she kissed his chin, the side of his neck, his Adam’s apple, the hollow of his throat. She clamped both hands on his butt.


Fuck. This was so good. And with her biting his neck like that and blowing in his ear, he was already riding that edge. So he slowed to a stop and pressed his lips into her hair.


Rielle tipped his head to meet her gaze. “What’s wrong?”