Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(53)

Chapter Fourteen


Sunday night…


“Oh my f*cking god,” she roared and came so hard her entire body bucked, vibrating like she was hooked up to a defibrillator.


Dalton’s fingers tightened on her hips and he held on, never missing a stroke.


Her * throbbed from Dalton’s cock plunging in and out of her like a battering ram. From her second orgasm in fifteen minutes.


The man was a sexual beast.


A half-shouted grunt echoed and then Dalton said, “Fuck,” as his cock pumped inside her spasming channel.


She didn’t rock back into him, but remained still, squeezing her inner muscles around that gloriously thick shaft.


“God I love f*cking you,” he growled against the back of her neck.


“Dalton. We’ve got to… Omigod, stop doing that thing with your hips right now.”


“This?” He chuckled in her ear. “You don’t really want me to stop.”


“Yes, I do. We ah…need to…” What the hell word was she looking for? She couldn’t think her brain was so scrambled. Oh right. “We need to talk. We can’t keep going at it like this.”


“Wrong.” His hot breath drifted over her shoulder and she suppressed a shiver. “There’s no goin’ back. I will be all up in you—” Dalton’s soft lips left a trail of kisses down her spine, “—all the time.” He eased out of her body and pulled her upright. “At least once a day.”


“Umm…yeah. But…” Oh, hello, fingers on my nipples, I missed you in the last twenty minutes while you were on my hips. When he put his hands on her like that, softly, sweetly, reverently…her mind became mush. Gluttonous mush that couldn’t think beyond more.


“You were sayin’?” he murmured in that deep voice that dripped of sexually satisfied male.


“Oh. This is the third time today we’ve had rock-my-body, blow-my-hair-back sex.”


“Really? Since you didn’t mention scream-inducing sex, means I haven’t been up to snuff the other two times, so sugarplum, I fully plan on goin’ for four.”


Monday evening…


“Seriously. We need to talk. We can’t…” Keep doing this, her brain supplied lamely before it purred and went back into hibernation.


Rory’s eyes rolled back in her head when Dalton switched to those butterfly licks with his tongue.


He lifted his head long enough to say, “I can’t talk with my mouth full,” and buried his face between her thighs again.


Between his fingers and his skillful mouth, Rory didn’t stand a chance at holding back. The orgasm blasted through her like a grenade. No build up. Just BOOM.


Then Dalton was sliding into her. His teeth at her throat. His fingers twisted in her hair. “Put your hands on me, Aurora.”


And she lost herself in him. In them. This was more than sex. This was Dalton imprinting her body with his. So she’d have no memory of any other man before him and want no other man after him.


She’d take advantage of his sexual obsession with her because she knew it wouldn’t last.


Wednesday morning…


A warm mouth enclosed her nipple. Rough-tipped fingers skated across her belly, between her hipbones and back up to pluck at her other nipple.


In the pitch black of her bedroom, Rory had no idea what time it was. She stretched her arms above her head and turned to look at the clock.


“Keep your hands there,” he rasped in that deep morning voice.


“Mmm-kay. But I did have pajamas on last night. What happened to them?”


“They were in my way this morning.”


“By all means, just strip me when it suits you.”


“I already did. And you, nekkid, warm and soft beneath me suits me just fine.” Dalton’s mouth reversed course, down the plane of her abdomen. “Spread your thighs and give me room.”


As soon as she stretched her legs out, Dalton settled in the space she’d created. He opened the flesh hiding her clit with his thumbs and fastened his mouth to her sex. No teasing, just gentle coaxing as he kissed her soft tissues. He focused his flicking tongue and suction without pause until the first spasm pulsed against his lips.


She felt him swallow the juices pouring from her. Felt the male pride that he’d gotten her so wet that her essence coated his face. Then she felt the heat of his need blast over her like a shock wave.


His hands gripped her ass and he rolled to his knees, placing the backs of her legs against his chest. He leaned forward and slid into her *. His strokes began slowly but didn’t stay that way for long.


Rory’s arms were above her head and she braced herself. Dalton bent so far forward, getting so deep inside her that her hips were parallel to her shoulders. Keeping one arm strapped against her legs, he grabbed the headboard and hammered his cock into her. His eyes closed, his face tight, f*cking her like a man possessed. The headboard slammed into the wall as he slammed into her.


Unbelievably hot, how strongly she affected this strong man.


He came in near silence.