Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(47)

“It’s your fault. The way you touch me, the way you look at me. You make me wet.”


“I ain’t complainin’, knowin’ I can heat you up.”


“Oh GOD that feels good.”


“Come again for me. I like watchin’ you come.”


Another orgasm ruptured inside her.


Carter rammed in and out, each thrust deeper. Harder. Prolonging her climax until she couldn’t breathe and white dots appeared in front of her eyes.


The sound of skin slapping on skin drifted far away. Was she having an out of body experience? Or was this just another damn dream?


Pinch yourself.


But she couldn’t move. Her arms shook. Her legs were numb. She was sweating. She was on fire. Goosebumps broke out across her flesh. She was chilled to the bone. Her head was full of white fluffy cotton and then everything was fading to black.


All movement quit. Even the sweet stroking of Carter’s velvety tongue against hers.


He broke the kiss completely. She tried to chase his mouth for more of his intoxicating taste, but ended up smacking her face into his chin.


“Macie? Darlin’? What’s wrong?”


“I think I’m gonna pass out.”


“Shit. Hold on.”


“Okay. I am.”


“Let me pull out—”


“No. Don’t move.”


“I should—”


“Carter.”


“I’m here.”


“Don’t. Move.”


“But—”


“Just hold me.”


“No, baby, we need to stop.”


“It’s okay.”


“I can’t believe—”


“Please. It’ll pass.”


He didn’t say a word.


“Just give me…a minute.”


“Take however long you need.”


Finally, sanity began to reassert itself. After her head quit spinning, Macie became aware of several things. Carter’s cock was still rock hard, still seated fully inside her. His skin was damp. His short, broken breaths stirred her hair. His pulse pounded against her chest. His body was going haywire with the need to finish this frenzied mating, yet, he held her in utter stillness.


With gentleness. With protection. With…care.


Crap. That felt a whole lot scarier than passing out.


This man was so dangerous to her heart.


Slowly she lifted her head. Smiled at him. “Whoa. That’s the first time I’ve nearly passed out from an orgasm.”


“Two orgasms. That’s the first time my spectacular love makin’ has nearly caused a woman to pass out.” He kissed her clammy forehead and whispered, “You really okay?”


“Yeah. But can we take it slow from here on out?”


“You don’t want to quit?”


“No, I don’t want to quit.” She rubbed her cheek against the stubble on his jaw. “I want you to finish the rest of your spectacular love makin’.”


“Smartass.”


Still, he didn’t budge. For what seemed like an hour.


Macie sighed. “You afraid to ride the horse that threw you, Daring McKay?”


“Hell yes. I don’t want to hurt you.”


“Fine.” She slid her hands down to his shoulders, dug her nails in and lifted until only the very tip of his cock remained inside her. “I’ll hurt you. I’ll make it hurt so good.” Then she lowered back down.


“Macie!”


“I dare you, Carter.” She locked her gaze on his wild blue eyes as she rode him.


“Fuck me. I won’t break.”


“You are a crazy woman. Fine. You win. I ain’t got a lot of willpower left anyway.”


He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her with such gentleness, she wanted to weep.


They created a steady, slow rhythm. The windows fogged over. The air was heavy, a sultry scent of sex and moist heat.


Macie felt her need for release rebuild, but Carter didn’t hurry to get her there like he did before.


He reached between them. Shifted his position slightly. Then his wide, hot palms slid down around her back until he had a butt cheek in each hand. His fingers squeezed her ass as he steadily pumped into her *. His thumbs swept closer and closer to her butt crack.


Just the pad of his thumb brushed the tightly puckered opening. She went rigid.


Several seconds passed before he did it again. The third time his thumb stayed right there, and drew wet circles over that sensitive knot of nerves.


Carter placed his mouth on her ear. “I want you here.”


Macie swallowed hard.


“Ever had a man in your ass, darlin’?”


“No.”


He growled. “That’ll make me the first.”


“Carter—”


“When I f*ck you here,” he slipped just the tip of his thumb past the muscled ring and her breath hitched, “it’ll be without a condom. So you can feel me comin’ inside you.