Playing With Fire (Tangled in Texas, #2)(71)
My tongue swirled around the head, and my lips tightened around his shaft, working their way back down to the base of his penis. He breathed heavily and twisted his fingers into my hair. Judging by his hesitation, I could tell he was resisting the urge to thrust upward into my awaiting mouth. Damn, he’s really struggling…and I love it!
Instead, he pulled me back firmly. “You have to stop. Now!”
I blinked. “Was that okay?”
“Darlin’, that was a hell of a lot better than just okay. Jesus. I have a strong desire to spank you right now. But I think I need to steer my thoughts to something pure for the time being or this little experiment of ours is going to end with an explosion.” He released a heavy sigh, then said, “Where the hell did you learn to do that, anyway?”
It was a rhetorical question, and was obviously meant as a compliment, but I smiled proudly as I answered him. “I practiced.”
Cowboy bolted upright and fire flashed in his eyes. “What? With who?”
My grin widened at his reaction. “No one, silly. I practiced that move on a banana.”
He blinked at me, but I didn’t miss the look of relief that washed over his face. “My God. The woman’s touching herself and giving a banana head,” he said to no one in particular. “Then she has the nerve to call me silly.” He shook his head in disbelief as he glared at me. “Got anything else in your bag of tricks I should know about?”
“Can I show you?”
He considered my question thoroughly before giving me a reluctant nod and lying down once again.
I lowered my head and licked him again. He groaned and the sound came out as an abrupt, one-word warning. “Anna.”
“Just wait,” I told him, wetting his tip with my tongue. “It gets better…well, so I’ve read.” My fingers slid slowly down the long ridge on the underside of him as I took him into my mouth once more and ravished him mercilessly.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re killing me,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my neck.
At first, I thought it was to impede my motion, but quickly realized he was steadying himself by anchoring his hand in my hair. A sense of satisfaction washed over me as he fought for control mostly because I wasn’t nearly done with him. Keeping firm continuous suction, I allowed my fingers to gradually move lower until they reached the sensitive spot between…
“Holy mother of—” He paused to swallow hard, then touched the side of my face. “Anna, you have to…oh God… Stop!”
At his insistence, I pulled back and poked out my bottom lip. “I don’t want to.”
“But I need you to.” He sat up and ran a hand over his distraught face. “I never meant for it to go quite this far. If this continues, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself like I promised.”
I shook my head. “I…I never asked you to keep your hands to yourself. I want you to touch me. I mean, if you want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“We don’t have to—”
I put my finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
He reached up and settled his hand around mine, kissing it, as he gripped my fingers tightly. “Anna, I’m not going to last long after—”
Still sitting beside him, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his to shut him up. When I was sure he wasn’t going to say anything else, I released the hold I had on his lips and backed away. I untied the knot in my robe with trembling fingers, inviting him to touch me, but his hand grasped mine once more.
He stared into my eyes, probably looking for reassurance that this was what I wanted. He must’ve seen whatever he was looking for because he slid the robe from my right shoulder. Cowboy took his time undressing me, kissing every inch he exposed, as small rumblings of pleasure vibrated from my throat. His lips nibbled at the subtle curves of my neck and shoulders as he dropped my robe to the floor.
When my hands shot out to cover my marred skin, Cowboy grasped them and pushed them away. “Uh-uh. If we’re going to do this, then I get all of you. No hiding.” His gaze lowered onto my breasts and then trailed lower to where the large ropey scars covered my hips and thighs. He reached out and touched them, moving his hands over them slowly, as if he were measuring their length. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his green eyes darkening with lust.
My legs trembled, but I didn’t know if it was from his slight touch or his words. No one had ever looked at me like that before. Like he wanted to devour me. And as his fingers feathered over my skin, moving upward, my nipples tightened. Cowboy idly rubbed his gentle hands over them. Then he lowered his mouth and curled his tongue around one, and a marvelous tingle ran through me. Like an electric buzz amplified by an incredible physical sensation.
As his lips returned to mine, his hand skated lower, cupping me between my legs. I jolted as he drew his finger up my center. He stopped kissing me, but his mouth lingered near mine. His eyes were mad with desire, and his hot breath intermingled with mine. “Sweetheart, are you sure you want to do this?”
“Hell, yes.”
He smiled wide, pushed me backward onto the bed, and covered me with his body. “Good. Because it’s my turn to show you a few things.”
Nibbling at my lips, Cowboy wiggled his finger into my soft, pliant folds. The whimpering sound that left my lips pleaded with him to give me more, and he obliged. Slowly and smoothly, he inserted his finger, penetrating me, and I gasped into his mouth.