Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(116)

Wasn’t like Dalton paid attention to her attentiveness to him. He remained focused on each exercise and when it ended he’d move to the next one. He didn’t watch his weightlifting form in the mirror like she’d seen so many other gym rats do. No admiring smug glances as he stared at himself.


She knew he’d started working out in hotel fitness facilities as a way to stave off boredom before poker tournaments. It wasn’t like Dalton was overly muscular with biceps bigger than her waist or his own neck. He needed that strength in his logging job. He didn’t work out to impress anyone, although that cut, ripped and toned body was an impressive benefit. For her.


“Christ, Rory, stop doin’ that.”


Her gaze moved from his butt to his eyes. “Stop doing what?”


“Licking your lips.”


“Uh, I wouldn’t be licking my chops, cowboy, if you didn’t have the very finest chops I’ve ever seen.”


“And all the times we’ve been nekkid together, what? You weren’t lookin’ at me?” He set down the dumbbells and perched on the edge of the weight bench.


“I look at you plenty. Touch you plenty.” She sauntered forward.


“I still don’t get the point of this. You’ve been watchin’ me lifting for half an hour.”


Rory straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap.


Dalton’s hands circled her hips to steady her. “Whoa, sugarplum, what are you doin’?”


She licked a rivulet of sweat from the hollow of his throat up to the edge of his jaw. “Having a little taste of you.”


“So does that mean we’re done here?”


“No.” She sucked on his earlobe before she blew in his ear. “It’s late. We’re probably the only ones left in the whole place.”


“Which means it’s time for us to go home.”


“I can feel you getting hard,” she breathed against his damp skin. She inhaled a lungful of him and sighed. “You smell delicious. Your muscles are so pumped up right now. I bet you could lift a small truck, couldn’t you?”


“Uh…yeah. I guess.”


She slipped her hand between them and lightly stroked his nipple as she strung kisses down the column of his throat. “Just looking at you gets me hot. I suspected it’d be sexy watching you pumping iron, but I had no idea it’d make me so wet.” Rory sank her teeth into the warm, salty section of skin where shoulder curved into neck. “So very, very wet and ready.”


“Woman, unless you want me to pin you to this weight bench and f*ck you, you’d better take it down a notch.”


Rory pulled his hair, yanking his head back when he attempted to nudge her away from his neck. “I was thinking more of you f*cking me in the storage closet. But this weight bench will work.” She nibbled the edge of his jaw up to his ear. “Or even the ping pong table.”


He groaned when her lips hit the spot that made him shiver. “You are—”


“A master at great ideas. I know.” She flicked her tongue across the spot just to feel him shudder again. “So where’s it gonna be, power lifter?”


“Closet.” With his hands on her ass, he pushed upright and carried her to the far corner of the room. He set her on the floor and she turned to open the door. Once they were crammed into the tiny space, she didn’t bother to turn on the light.


The storage closet held the usual cleaning supplies and stacks of folded towels on the shelving.


“How’d you know about this place?” Dalton asked against the back of her neck.


“Found it when I was looking for something for my yoga class. God, do that again.”


“This?” He used his teeth on her nape.


“Yes… Wait.”


“No waiting. Jeans off. Panties off.”


So much for being in control.


No, you do have control. “Your shirt comes off too.”


She only managed to get naked from the waist down before Dalton’s hard, damp muscle-bound body was crowding her.


“I’m f*cking you against the wall, baby.”


His deep voice vibrated from her ear straight to her clit.


“But first, since you’ve been teasing me about how wet you are—” his big hand cupped her mound and two fingers slid down her * to her opening, “—I’d better make sure.” Then he plunged his fingers inside her. In and out. Twice. “Fuck yeah. You are dripping wet for me.”


Rory drifted into that floaty space, where her body was primed, her senses were attuned to the heat and scent of his body.


He removed his fingers and she held her breath, waiting for that first hard thrust.


But his fingers touched her lips. “Open your mouth.”


She parted her lips and he slipped those slick digits onto her tongue. She tasted the muskiness of her sex and the salt on Dalton’s fingers.


His sexy, raspy voice exploded in her ear. “Suck like you were sucking my cock.”


Rory hollowed her cheeks. With his fingers all but vacuum-sealed, she sucked hard.