Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(14)

As he floated back to sanity, the arousing scent of her body drifted up. His hands fell away. His cock slipped from her mouth and he sagged into the couch cushions. Sweating. Breathing hard. Totally spent.


But nowhere near done.


Chapter Three


Domini watched pleasure soften the harsh angles of Cam’s face. She’d fantasized about this moment, but fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of being bound and on her knees before this strong, sexy, demanding man.


Surrender created the rush she’d been searching for.


“C’mere.” Cam’s big hands curled around her upper arms and he helped her to her feet. “Lemme touch you.”


Please. Yes. Now. Everywhere.


He settled her high on his lap, a knee on either side of his hips.


His cock, still semi-erect, rested against his abdomen. The heat from his groin tempted her to grind hard into that thick shaft.


“Domini. Look at me.”


Her gaze tracked the line of brass buttons from the bottom of his khaki uniform shirt to his face. His eyes were usually bright blue, but right now, those eyes were dark with lust.


Domini’s heart rate accelerated.


Cam’s hands glided down her arms, behind her back to her wrists. “The cuffs aren’t chafing you?”


Cuffs? What cuffs? Oh. Right. She was handcuffed. How had she forgotten that?


Because you were immersed in a blissful, sexual haze.


“My hands are fine.”


“Good to hear. Although, we seemed to’ve lost our momentum,” Cam murmured. His fingers trailed beneath her bound arms. He spread his hands across her naked back and gently urged her forward.


“Wait. I’m falling.”


“I won’t let you. Trust me.”


He leaned closer, but his lips didn’t seek hers. His mouth zeroed in on her right nipple.


She gasped when his wet tongue flicked the tip. Again and again. She arched and began to rock into him, trying to connect her sex to his.


Cam lifted his mouth long enough to command, “Stay still.”


How was she was supposed to stay still with the soft suction and heat of his hungry mouth? And the rasp of his five o’clock shadow on her flesh?


“You are as perfect everywhere as I imagined.” Cam lightly scraped his teeth over the beaded tip.


“You imagined me…naked?”


He tipped his head back. “All the damn time.”


“Really?”


His eyebrows drew together. Comprehension dawned. “You didn’t honestly believe I wasn’t attracted to you.”


She nodded.


“Why in the hell would you think that?”


Because I redefine insecure. “Because you left after the one time you kissed me and never attempted to touch me again.”


“That wasn’t because I wasn’t attracted to you. That was out of self-preservation.”


“Why? Because you thought I might hurt you?”


“Not even close. But I ain’t exactly in the mood to talk about it.”


“What are you in the mood for?”


Then Cam was kissing her fiercely. One hand held her in place by the back of the neck. His other hand skimmed her torso and his fingers slipped straight between her legs.


Domini canted her hips, allowing him total access to whatever part he desired, giving him everything without having to ask.


Cam stroked her * with soft exploratory touches. He kissed a path to her ear. “You’re wet. Did you get off havin’ my cock in your mouth?”


“Yes.”


He reconnected their lips as his middle finger swirled in the cream coating the mouth of her sex. He dragged that wet finger up and drew circles around her clit.


Domini’s thighs clenched and she suppressed a moan.


As Cam’s mouth languidly moved over hers, he pushed one finger inside her slick channel, then two. He pumped the digits deep, stretching her delicate tissues, while the base of his thumb continually rubbed against her clit.


She’d never felt such urgency, yet didn’t want the probing touches to end. The heat and fullness of his stroking fingers inflamed her as much as his lazy, seductive kisses.


Cam’s lips broke free and he nuzzled her throat. “Come apart for me, Domini.” More kisses sizzled across her skin as his fingers worked magic inside her. “Tell me what’ll get you there.”


“I-I don’t know. Just…don’t stop. Please.”



“Sure. Would you like a beer?”


“A beer would be fine.”


“Head out onto the back deck and I’ll bring it to you.”


Cam heard the sliding glass door open, forgetting Gracie was penned in the backyard until Domini shrieked. He turned just in time to see Domini leap on the antique oak table.


Gracie barked and raced around excitedly, thinking it was a game.


“Gracie! Sit.”


A disbelieving whimper sounded and then the Border collie obeyed.