Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(29)

“Yes. Yes. Please, Colby.”


“Wrap your legs over my hips.” He lifted her off the ground. “Have I told you how much I love this naughty little skirt? Mmm-mmm. Gotta


’preciate this easy access.” His thumb swept the damp cotton of her panties, and then wiggled under the elastic leg band. Finding her already hot and slick, he groaned. “Shug, you heat up as fast as my woodstove.


Makes me a crazy man that my touch makes you so wet.”


Frantic from his sexy admission, Channing tugged on his championship belt buckle. The zipper slid down fine, but the skintight Wranglers were a problem. “Maybe you should start wearing skirts too, cowboy, because there ain’t nothing easy about getting these jeans off.


Did you borrow a pair from Dwight Yoakam? Damn, these things are really snug.”


Colby laughed. “More snug in some places than others.”


“It’s not funny! Help me.”


“Hang on.” He set her down, hooked his thumbs in the belt loops and yanked. Stiff denim and the soft flannel boxers slid down to his knees.


He picked her back up and practically threw her against the building.


That supremely hot, long male flesh teased her belly, trailing a bead of pre-come above her navel. She arched, wanting that hardness buried deep in her molten core. Now.


“Stop bouncin’ around.” Colby peeled her T-shirt and bra up and feasted on her nipples. “God, I love your tits.” He sucked powerfully enough to leave a mark. “I want to spend hours—”


“Not hours and especially not now. Geez, afterward you can play with them until they fall off, but right now, f*ck me, Colby. Just bend your knees and slide it in deep.”


“You sure have a dirty mouth. It’s one of the things I like best about you. Well, besides this.”


He shifted his hips, hunkered down to a shallow squat, and just like that, he filled her in one mighty stroke. He caught her whimper in a tongue-tangling kiss.


The potent sensation of his cock thrusting inside her, sleek and thick and hot, made her forget her first foray into exhibitionism and everything besides satiating her sexual greed for this man.


He f*cked her slowly, steadily and seamlessly. The jagged line of pubic hair above his cock abraded her clit, creating friction so profoundly delicious she couldn’t concentrate on their kiss and she had to break it off.


Channing gasped for breath. Her mind spun and her head fell back against the cool metal, giving Colby total access to her neck. Like a heat-seeking missile, he zeroed in on the sweet spot; his moist lips left a tingle on her skin that burned hotter with every flicker of his scorching tongue.


“Oh, God, like that, don’t change a thing.”


“Not even like this?” On the upstroke he canted his pelvis slightly and that extra concentrated pressure did the trick.


Her * clenched, that liquid pulsing began slowly, picked up speed like a runaway semi-truck, faster and faster and faster and then roared through her as she shattered.


Colby shifted again, grinding side to side as his teeth nipped the cord straining in her arched neck. “Come on, darlin’, take me with you this time. Bear down, bring me deep as you can.” As he pressed her knees out, she countered by squeezing her interior muscles.


“Goddamn. Yeah. That’s it, Chan, hang tight.” He didn’t plunge faster, he just let her pulsing body coax the orgasm from him, pulling him deeper as they rocked together with sweet intensity.


Spent, a single satisfied shiver traveled through him and she felt it as deeply as if her own body had generated it. With his face nestled against her collarbone, his labored exhalations cooled her dampened skin.


He muttered, “Shit.”


“What?”


“No condom.”


“Oh shit,” she said.


“Yeah.” He angled back to look at her, apparently not caring that his hat was completely cockeyed. “Bad timing, huh?”


“Maybe not.” She dipped her head and studied the alabaster snaps on his shirt.


“What?” He tipped her chin back up. “Darlin’, what’s wrong?”


“Nothing, really. Okay, I mean, there is something, it’s not wrong per se. I have a confession to make and I don’t want you to get mad at me.”


His eyes narrowed. “What?”


She blurted, “I’m on the pill. You probably figured out I don’t have much sexual experience and I’ve heard such horror stories about the STDs floating around out there that I wanted to make sure that I was always protected on all fronts. And damn. I’m sorry. After what happened with Jared, it just seemed safer to keep that information to myself.”


“Ssh, darlin’, stop babblin’. You don’t have to be defensive with me, all right? Believe it or not, I understand. And if it’ll ease your mind, I ain’t 98


been with a woman without wearing a condom since I was a green lad of about sixteen.”


“So you’re not mad?”


“Hell no.”


Channing closed her eyes. “Good. Thank you.”