Short Rides (Rough Riders #14.5)(43)

Call it what it is, Keely. Not extra softness. Extra pounds.


Man, her body image was for shit today. Maybe this wasn’t the best idea.


But when Jack glanced over his shoulder at her, gifting her with his sexy grin, she was pretty much toast.


She crawled onto the bed and followed the curve of his spine with just one finger. She spread her hands over his back, from the bottom of his shoulder blades to the top.


“What are you up to, wife?”


Her damp lips touched his right ear. “Just admiring the view.” She let her mouth connect with his nape as her arms twined around his torso.


Jack released a soft groan when her thumbs brushed over his nipples.


“I love that noise,” she murmured. “I love touching you like this.”


He hissed when she sank her teeth into the arch of his neck.


“I want you, Jack.” Her hands slid down the front of his body to the drawstring on his sweatpants. “I want you in my mouth before you pin me to the mattress and f*ck me.”


“The doctor gave you the green light?”


“Uh-huh.” Keely blew in his ear. “Last week. But we’ve been so baby preoccupied or tired, or the timing has been off.” She tugged on his earlobe. “So are we in synch tonight?”


“Perfect synch.”


“Good. Crawl up here and lemme put a smile on your face.”


Jack kissed the tips of her fingers before disentangling her arms. Then he stood and ditched his sweatpants. Not a shock he’d gone commando. She allowed a smug smile she’d already gotten him hard.


He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Not the sweet, lazy kisses they’d shared over the past two months, but a white-hot explosion of passion. Keely had to wrap her hands around his wrists to keep from toppling over backward.


“Maybe I want you on your knees in front of me,” he said against her lips.


“My idea. I get to be in charge. Besides, do you really care what position I’m in as long as my mouth is around your cock?”


He laughed softly and pulled away. He stretched out on the bed, spreading his legs and resting his hands behind his head like he was watching TV.


“Is this a challenge?” She scooted between his thighs and let her hair swing across his groin, bracing her hands by his hips. “Because I’m up for it.”


“I know you are, cowgirl.”


Her wet tongue followed the rim of his cockhead, stopping only to flick the sweet spot. Or to go round and round the engorged tip until his belly muscles quivered.


Keeping her eyes on his, she parted her lips, opened her throat and swallowed him.


“Jesus.”


She intended to work him with her mouth. Tease and retreat. Build him up and back off. So when he couldn’t take it anymore, he’d take her. Face to face. Basic boring, missionary style sex. But missionary position was anything but boring with Jack Donohue. It’d been six long months since they’d been able to do it that way. And she couldn’t wait to be pressed beneath the weight of his body and look into his eyes while he made her come undone.


But first she tortured him. Using every trick she’d ever learned with her teeth, her lips, and her tongue to keep him on edge.


Heady stuff, hearing him groan. Feeling his hips buck up. Knowing he clenched his ass cheeks to try and retain some control. Her oral worship of his cock made her equally squirmy. Her skin tingled from her scalp to her toes. Her * was drenched.


“Keely. You’re killing me here. I can’t hold off.”


Those were the magic words. She raised her head and trailed her hair up his torso as she levered her body over his.


The next thing she knew she’d been flipped on her back and Jack hung above her. “As much as I love seeing my come on your face, I much prefer the look on your face when I do this.” He plunged into her to the hilt.


Keely arched hard. “Yes. More like that. A lot more.”


Jack pressed a kiss on her collarbone. “Can’t. Gotta slow it down.” He rolled his hips. A steady slide in; a leisurely retreat out.


She drummed her heels on his ass. “Jack. Go faster.”


“No.”


Her fingers mapped the muscles in his arms. The smooth arc of his shoulders. The strong line of his jaw. “You’re so pretty, GQ.”


“I’m not f*cking pretty,” he half-snarled.


“So very pretty,” she whispered in his ear. Her mouth followed the corded tendon in his neck, loving the taste of him on her tongue.


Jack kissed her in that bone-melting way of his, giving her that fluttery feeling in her belly. She thought for sure her “pretty” comment would have him all fired up to prove his rougher side.


Wait…was there another reason he kept the pace so slow besides his need to constantly prove his “me man, me satisfy my woman” mantra? Could there be a…physical difference for him?


“How does it feel?” she panted against his throat.


“Amazing.”


“Any different? Looser or whatever?”