Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(46)

Rory didn’t say a word.


Did she think it was tacky? Too bachelor pad? Too over the top? Was she holding back her laughter? That would be the worst—hearing her make fun of his attempt to recreate a first time for them.


“Rory?”


She’d wrapped her arms around herself. “Yeah?”


“You’re quiet.”


“Why?”


His first response was to answer, how would I know why you’re quiet? But as he took a second to find the right words, she blurted, “Why did you go to all this trouble?”


“To make up for the fact I took your virginity in the front seat of my pickup with little care and thought besides getting myself off.” He ran his fingers down her hair. “This is how it should’ve been for you. I tried to make this special tonight in a way I was too stupid to do the first time. Or the other times.”


Rory turned and twined herself around him. “You are such an idiot, Dalton McKay. You didn’t have to do this. I was a sure thing tonight.”


Dalton trapped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “The only sure thing is that I’ve screwed it up every single time I’ve been nekkid—or partially nekkid—with you. Hell, that first time I don’t think I even took my jeans off all the way.”


“You didn’t. I had the imprint from your belt buckle on my left calf from where you’d pressed my leg into the back of the seat.”


He groaned and rested his forehead to hers, not even sure what to say.


“So are we gonna stand here all night? Or are you gonna give me a peek at your hairy balls on that big bed as we’re surrounded by candlelight?”


Was it any wonder he was so crazy about this woman? “Maybe later. Right now, I want you to let me undress you.”


Rory retreated to squint at him. “What do you mean let you undress me? Why don’t we just rip our clothes—”


“And that, right there, is what I meant.” He drew a line from the tip of her chin to the start of her cleavage. “My pace tonight, jungle girl. And I’ll warn you upfront. That pace is gonna be slow.”
 


The next thing she knew, his head was between her legs and his mouth was on her *. “Omigod.”


He licked and ate at her until she became slick and shaky. Then he moved back over her and his voice was in her ear. “Next time I put my mouth on your * I’m gonna be there a while.” He gently pushed her shoulders to the mattress. His fingers gripped her hips and he slowly fed his cock into her.


Dalton stayed buried in her for several long breaths. Building the anticipation, making Rory wetter, hotter, crazy to have his hard flesh pounding into her.


She could feel his body shaking. Feel the burning heat where they were joined. Hear the breath sawing in and out of his lungs at the same ragged tempo as her own.


What was he waiting for?


“Touch yourself,” he demanded gruffly.


Oh. That’s what he was waiting for.


Rory shifted her balance, slipping her right hand beneath her. She followed her slit from the top down her swollen folds to where Dalton’s cock filled her. She traced around his girth, teasing the small strip of his shaft that wasn’t stuffed inside her.


He hissed in a breath.


Then she fondled his balls. They weren’t drawn up tight, but hung low.


Dalton didn’t move. Didn’t start f*cking her like a madman. He waited for her to touch herself. And she knew he wouldn’t move until she did what he asked.


The instant her finger swirled around her clit he pulled out oh-so-slowly. A brief pause and then all that thick hardness glided back in to the hilt.


She fingered her clit in the way that would get her off quickly. No reason to drag it out. She expected that Dalton would pick up the pace once her body was stretched and ready. So the sooner she came the sooner she’d get that body-pounding fury. But he didn’t waver in the slow and steady. Slow and steady.


And she sort of wanted to scream at him to hurry the f*ck up.


Then he rammed in deep and stayed there. He leaned across her body and whispered, “Problem?” directly in her ear.


God. That voice. The heat and weight of his body. The scent of his skin. The man could screw up her senses just by existing.


“Aurora?” he murmured.


“Why are you going so slow?”


He nuzzled the side of her neck. “Because it’s f*ckin’ hot watching my cock driving in and out of you. Seeing it covered in your sweet juices, knowing what I’m doin’ to you is makin’ you hot. Makin’ you wet.”


“Dalton—”


“When it’s you and me together like this? Baby, you come first. Always.”


“So if I make myself come?”


His mouth brushed her ear. “Then I’ll f*ck you like a goddamned jackhammer until you come again.”


“You are so bossy. Lucky for you I like this sexual beast side of you.”


His growl reverberated from her ear straight to her clit.


“Stay like this. With your body on mine and your mouth doing—” she wailed when his teeth nipped the arc of her shoulder, “—that. Yes.”