Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(35)

“Oh. Man. No fair,” she whispered.


Carter rolled to his side, taking her with him. Mud splattered his face. He flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple while his other hand kneaded her left breast. “Goddamn you’re perfect. Just like I knew you’d be.” His gaze hooked hers. He vigorously sucked her left nipple through the wet fabric until she couldn’t lie still but wiggled like a worm.


“Carter—”


“I want you like this. Right now. Wet. Raw. Dirty.”


“Yes. Oh. Yes.”


He returned to her mouth, kissing her stupid. She felt him sliding her sodden, mud-caked dress up her trembling thighs. When it was bunched around her waist, he knelt between her legs. He pulled aside her thong and fingered her where she was slick.


“Lift up.” He tapped her butt. In the split second she raised her hips, he grabbed her thighs to slide her closer to his torso and draped her knees over his shoulders.


Carter raised her ass high in his hands at an angle as he buried his face in her *.


“Omigod.” The only parts of her still touching the ground were her shoulder blades and the back of her head.


“Hold still. Jesus, let me have more than a taste before I drop you.” He licked up her slit. Alternating the flat of his tongue with just the flickering tip. Then he fastened his mouth to her clit and began to suck. When her whole body shook, he slapped her ass and growled, “Hold still, goddammit. I’ve been dyin’ to get my mouth on you.”


“But your mouth is so hot.”


“Macie—”


“And I’m already so close.”


“I know. Next time I’ll make you wait. I might even tie you up and make you beg.


Lord, you are so warm and sweet…” He suckled her * lips and scraped his teeth over her clit.


She gasped. “Oh. You’re good at that.”


He grunted but didn’t stop licking. Sucking. Driving her to the brink of insanity.


Rain poured down on them. She’d probably feel cold if her body wasn’t on fire.


Heck, she was so hot her clothes were steaming.


The sky rumbled a warning.


For the first time in several minutes Macie realized they were out in the open in the thick of a thunder and rainstorm.


Carter sensed the moment she froze up. “Look at me, not the sky. Think about how crazy it’s makin’ me to taste you. Think about how hard I’m gonna f*ck you right after you come all over my face. It’s right there, darlin’, take it.” He did some different nibbling thing on her clit that made her hips buck like she was riding a wild bronc.


He didn’t move his mouth when he growled at her, and the buzzing sensation of his lips on her clit set her off.


“Oh. Like that. Don’t stop. Please. Yes!” She screamed as the orgasm hit, as thunder exploded above her, reverberated inside her and she felt as if a thousand bolts of lightning struck her body.


Carter didn’t remove his lips or his tongue or his hands from her throbbing sex until she twitched one last time. Her legs became boneless and slipped from his shoulders.


Hot, open-mouthed kisses seared the cool skin on her thighs, rousing her. Making her arch into his body and he kissed his way to her throat.


“Macie.”


“Please, Carter. More. All. Give me all of you.”


His breath tickled her ear. “Shit. I don’t have a condom—”


“Where are they?”


“Inside.”


Macie rolled and stood. She grabbed his hand and tugged until he was on his feet.


“Hurry. What the hell are you waiting for?”


Chapter Fourteen


Carter stared at Macie, his eyes eating up the frantic, sexy look on her face as the little spitfire attempted to drag all two hundred pounds of him through the mud.


So she could f*ck him.


Senseless.


Mindless.


Too late.


She’d already blown his mind.


He grinned, hefted Macie over his shoulder amidst her surprised shrieks and raced to the trailer, his bare feet skidding through the muck.


Once he had the door open, he set her down and clamped his mouth over hers.


Ripping off the tattered, muddy remains of her flimsy cotton dress, he pushed her back toward his bed.


Then she was naked. She untied the drawstring on his sweatpants and then he was naked. He groaned and filled his hands with her tits. Her ass. Her hips. He pulled her hair back so he could ravage her throat without obstruction.


“Condom,” she said hoarsely.


Carter bit her shoulder, then followed a wayward rivulet of water between her breasts with his tongue.


“Carter.”


“Yeah? Damn, you taste good everywhere.”


“We need a condom.”


His fingertip traced the upper swell of her breast, as he watched, transfixed by the color of her skin tone. “You’re so pretty here. Delicate, but sexy. I don’t know if I’m talented enough that will come through.”