Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(48)

“You’re acting so patient and then you make that noise…” She shivered. “It’s hot.”


Dalton cupped her breast with his other hand and gently rolled her nipple the same time his mouth found her ear. His lips followed the outline to the lobe where his teeth took over.


“How can you do so many things at once?” she asked breathlessly. “Feels like you have two sets of hands on me… Oh, yeah, I like that.”


He blew in her ear again. The next pass he pinched her nipple hard the same time he sucked on her earlobe.


“Dalton!”


Not a protest. More like a plea.


“How hard would you come if I pinched your clit like that?”


She moaned.


“Answer me.”


“I-I don’t know. I’ve never tried it.”


“Mmm,” was all he said as he returned his focus back to her. Completely on her. Stroking her belly. Her collarbones. The impressive valley of her cleavage.


Rory writhed with every caress.


By the time Dalton finally slid his hand down her belly to toy with her clit, she was panting. Thrashing. Begging.


“Please. Touch me.”


“Baby, I have been touchin’ you. That’s what I want you to understand.” He nuzzled her cheek. “It won’t ever just be insert dick into hole between you and me. I’ve waited too goddamned long for you.”


“Then I’d think you’d be more eager to f*ck me.”


He chuckled. “I have more patience than you know. Goading me won’t test it.”


“What will test it?” Rory turned her head and pressed her mouth to his jaw, running her tongue across the stubble. “Your cock in my mouth?”


“Sugarplum, I’m so lookin’ forward to you takin’ that test.” He snared her mouth in a brutal kiss even as his hands remained gentle.


Then he lifted her leg up and over his, prodding her * with the head of his cock. But he didn’t push it in. His middle finger dipped into the wetness and he stroked her clit. He broke the kiss to say, “Come for me.”



“Gotta do that faster.”


“No. Like this.”


Rory’s nails bit into the back of his neck. “Faster. Please.”


“Let it pull you in.” His mouth drifted from one spot on her body to the next. “Don’t force it.”


“I want to force it.”


“Focus on how good it feels. How wet you are.”


“You make me wet. Never feels this good when I touch myself.”


Dalton started pinching the fleshy folds of skin surrounding her clit. Then he’d rub. Grind his finger down and return to that subtle rubbing. The next pinch was a little more forceful. Lasted a little longer.


Rory moaned louder, bumping her pelvis into his hand. She turned her head until their lips met in an openmouthed kiss.


He rubbed the slippery skin together. Then in the moment when her body went rigid, he pinched her clit hard.


She started coming immediately. He had to break the kiss and watch her because she was so f*cking hot when she came.


Stroking that pouting piece of flesh in time to the pulses caused her to shudder. He continued to slide his thumb back and forth to keep her primed.


Then Dalton impaled her with one deep stroke.


Rory’s cunt clamped down on his shaft, threatening to pull him under and turn him into a two-pump chump. But he held on, held off, not pushing in fully on every snap of his hips.


“Dalton,” she panted against his neck. “Don’t hold back with me. I came first.” She rubbed her lips in the morning stubble on his cheeks. “Let go.”


He lifted her leg higher and pounded into her wet heat. Over and over until that moment when he needed more. That extra something…


Rory’s fingers dug into his neck as she pulled his head down. She whispered, “Now come for me,” in his ear and tightened her * around his shaft.


That was it. Dalton came so f*cking hard he saw stars. He came so f*cking hard he might’ve shouted. He came so f*cking hard he might’ve sworn his love for her. But then again…he might’ve come in silence; he couldn’t hear shit over the roaring in his ears and the blood pounding in his head.


Soft fingers sifted through his hair. He opened his eyes.


His beautiful Aurora was smiling at him. A little shyly, yet with that smug female tilt to her lips.


He pecked her on the mouth. “Damn good way to start the morning.”


“I agree.”


Dalton kissed her again, this time on her knee before he lowered it to the bed. “Be right back.” He headed to the bathroom and ditched the condom. When he returned to the bedroom Rory was getting dressed. “Are we doin’ something today? Or are you goin’ home?”


“I have to go check on my dog. What are you doing?”


“Probably oughta start painting the yellow submarine room.”


She fastened her bra. “Do you want help?”