Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(77)

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. As soon as the doors closed, Dalton shoved a keycard into the slot and they descended to the lowest level—which she remembered was not street level.


“Dalton—”


Then that avid mouth was on hers again. He’d crowded her into the corner with one hand gripping her hair and the other hand squeezing her hip.


By the time the elevator stopped, her head spun, her heart raced, and the inside of her thighs were damp and sticky. He could get her hot and bothered in the span of two floors.


After the doors opened he hit the button sending it back up. The space was dark. The only illumination came from the glow of the exit signs.


“Where are we?”


“The extra gaming room in the basement. The casino only uses it when they run a big tournament. No cameras down here,” he said against her throat. His big body pushed her backward. “Jesus. I want you so f*ckin’ bad I can’t even walk a straight line.”


“But how…” Rory moaned when his teeth skimmed the tendons straining in her neck.


“The head of hotel security owed me a favor.”


Her ass bumped into something solid and she stopped.


Dalton said, “Hold on to me and hop up.”


Once she was seated, she glanced down to see what she was seated on.


A table covered in green felt.


He created space for himself between her thighs. “So f*ckin’ hot in this skirt,” he hissed in her ear as he rolled it up to her hips. “Need to get under it, get in you, before I explode.”


Seeing Dalton this crazed to have her, feeling that pure sexual energy pulsing off him, made her wet, made her burn, made her brave. For him she could be the kinky girl who got f*cked on a gaming table in the basement of a casino. In his eyes she was the red-hot lover that her lover couldn’t get enough of. She could prove she was the reckless woman who got off on getting her man off any time, any place.


His lips danced across her skin, soft and wet and perfect. “I want you.” A soft pass. “But first I’m gonna eat my dessert.”


“How did you—” was all she managed before she found herself flat on her back—on a poker table!—with Dalton yanking her thong aside.


Then she didn’t give a rip where she was. Dalton’s mouth was licking her *, sucking every bit of juice from her swollen tissues. His growling moans vibrated against her flesh until that teasing tingle started behind her tailbone.


But that wasn’t what she wanted or what he needed.


She clapped her hands on his cheeks and pulled that skillful mouth off her. “I’m wet, you’re hard. Fuck me. Now.”


His eyes glittered and he undid his belt. His jeans and boxers hit the tops of his boots. He gripped the insides of her thighs and shoved them wider apart.


Then he crammed his cock into her so fast and hard she arched off the table.


“Hold on,” he panted as he worked his cock in and out with long strokes. “Pull your shirt down so I can watch your tits bounce as I f*ck you like this.”


Rather than rip the buttons to do his bidding, Rory undid the buttons one at a time. “You like these?” She cupped her breasts and pushed them up, creating a deep line of cleavage.


“Yes,” he gritted out. His hips began doing that twisty thing as he pumped inside her. “Show me.”


“Huh-uh high roller. You wanna see ’em, free ’em yourself.”


Dalton’s palms moved up her hips. Wearing the depraved grin that made her belly swoop, Dalton unhooked the first two hooks on the bustier before he tugged it down. Then her breasts were free, bouncing with abandon. “Fuck that’s hot.” He watched with a gleam in his eye, bottoming out on every thrust to make the flesh shake.


“I love the way you f*ck me.”


“And what way is that?”


“However you want.”


Keeping his eyes on hers, Dalton bent forward and licked her nipple. Just one lash of his wet tongue. “Brace your hands above your head on the rail.”


As soon as she did, his hand slid between her legs and he traced her slit from where his cock filled her to the fleshy folds of her * lips. He bit down on her nipple—the shock of pain immediately gave way to pleasure as the heat and wetness of his mouth surrounded the rock hard tip. He lifted his head, dark hair falling across his forehead in that untamed manner and his teeth hovered over her nipple. But the same time he bit down, he pinched her clit.


Rory gasped as the orgasm came out of nowhere. Her clit throbbed beneath his pinching fingers; his sucking mouth was firmly latched onto her nipple as he f*cked her into that white void of bliss.



Soft kisses on the upper swells of her breasts brought her back to reality.


“Need you from behind.” He pulled out and rolled her over, yanking her body down the table. Her hips were against the outside edge and the tips of her shoes could almost touch the floor. Almost. In this position Rory was completely at Dalton’s mercy.


Good thing she didn’t need to use any brain cells; hers were still buzzing from that outstanding orgasm.