Holly Jolly Cowboy (The Wyoming Cowboy #7)(54)
“If you think this is naughty, you are in for a real surprise,” she taunted back.
“This day is just sounding better and better.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Adam headed through the doorway and into the room she’d been staying in for the last few weeks. Upside down, she saw her tiny Pomeranian curled up in her dog bed, her tail thumping slightly. No doubt she thought Holly and Adam were playing games. In the next moment, Adam set her down on the bed carefully and leaned forward, trapping her between his arms. He kissed Holly lightly, his lips full of promise, and then grinned at her. “I’m gonna move the dog into the hallway, if that’s all right with you.”
She nodded.
He winked at her, then grabbed the dog’s bed and slid it out the door, murmuring a few words of praise at Pumpkin before shutting the door. He turned back to her once that was done, a wry expression on his face. “Didn’t want my ass getting bit.”
Holly pretended to pout. “There go all my plans.”
His eyes flared with heat. Adam moved toward the bed as she lay back, propped up on her elbows. “Were you planning on biting my ass, then?”
She tilted her head in a flirty manner, loving the way he was devouring her with his gaze. “I like to leave my options on the table.”
“That so? What all options are on this table?” His big hands rubbed over her hips, pulling her down to the edge of the bed and sliding between her spread legs. He hiked one leg around his hip and leaned in, covering her so he could kiss her again. In contrast with his teasing words, his mouth was hungry and intense. Adam’s tongue brushed against hers, and when she made a soft sound of pleasure, the kiss grew hotter, wetter. Fiercer.
Soon, she was clinging to the front of his shirt, her legs locked around him as his weight pressed down on her. God, he felt good against her. And when he bit lightly on her lower lip, it sent a quiver of pleasure straight through her, heat pulsing between her thighs.
Adam’s lips played over hers, a kiss that was both flirty and intense all at once. “You didn’t answer me.”
She looked up at him, utterly dazed. “I forgot the question.”
“How,” he began, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, “do you see this going today?” Each word was punctuated by a small kiss in a different spot on her face—her nose, her chin, her jaw.
He was asking her—again—what she wanted. As if he wanted to be utterly certain that he wasn’t pushing her into anything.
Well, she obviously needed to make it clearer for him. “I’m not on the pill but I have an IUD. Condoms aren’t necessary unless you’re not clean. Are you?”
“As a whistle,” he promised, moving back up to her mouth again. His hand slid between them, and he cupped a hand blatantly between her thighs, pressing against the denim that covered her sex. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
She loved hearing the reverent way he said it. “Easy for you to say when you’ve got your hands on my kitty,” she teased, oddly nervous.
“It’s true. I think that’s the one reason you get on my nerves so much. You’re so damned pretty and with that sassy mouth, you just drive me crazy with wanting you.”
Holly moaned as he dragged his thumb heavily across her folds, pressing down through the denim, making her feel the stroke of his hand. It felt good, and yet it was a tease, because it wasn’t nearly enough.
“Should I get you naked?” he asked, voice like rich honey. “Or should I just rub you right here until you come?” And he pushed against her again, making her feel the denim, the seam that ran between her legs.
“Naked,” Holly panted. “Let’s do naked.”
“A woman after my own heart.” Adam leaned over her to kiss her again, and Holly clung to his shoulders, greedy. She kissed him with all the need that was racing through her, her mouth frantic on his. Adam rubbed her mound with his hand as his tongue played against hers, until she was practically whimpering against him, her hips arching to add to the friction. If he was going to get her naked, he was certainly taking his sweet time.
When he finally reached for the button on her jeans, Holly wanted to cry with relief. She lifted her hips, frantically pulling at her clothing in her haste to get him touching her bare skin. God, she wanted that more than anything.
Adam was determined to make her crazy, though. He sat up, his hands moving ever so slowly over her clothing, taking his sweet time to pull one shoe off her foot, then the other. One sock, then the other. Then he carefully pulled the jeans down her legs, and Holly wanted to swear out loud with how long he was taking. The pyramids had been built faster than this man was moving, she decided, and sat up to help him.
He immediately put a hand on her shoulder, easing her back down on the bed. “Don’t be impatient,” he chided. “I’m savoring this.”
She squirmed on the bed as he finally freed one of her legs from the jeans. “Can you savor a little faster?”
“Do you even know what savor means?” He arched that sexy eyebrow at her and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to reach up and kiss the hell out of him or claw at his eyes in frustration. “Savor means you take your time. Savor means you enjoy things . . . slowly.”
And he tugged the other leg of her jeans off, tossing them down to the floor. His gaze fell on her panties—the prettiest ones she owned, a lacy, pale blue satin pair with lace roses dancing across the material—and he rubbed his mouth. “These are pretty.”