Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders #7)(25)

His mouth was everywhere. His teeth, oh man, the gentle scrape of his teeth across her clit brought every bit of her body’s focus to that throbbing bundle of nerves.


He stopped his intense attention and licked straight up the crack of her ass, rubbing his face over her butt cheeks, first one side, then the other. The razor stubble felt coarse on her skin, which was in direct contrast to the soft kisses and hot breath he bestowed to every inch. Of her butt.


“Damn I love your ass. I wanna bite it.” He sank his teeth into her left butt cheek. “I wanna feel every curve of it on my face.” Cam rubbed his cheek and chin from the top of her right hip and down to the back of her right thigh. “I wanna kiss it.” He placed loud smacking kisses on each butt cheek. “I wanna lick it.” Once again his tongue traced the crack. When his tongue met the hidden pucker, he swirled the very tip around it.


Domini gasped. Loudly. She’d never… Lord she couldn’t think straight. It felt so strange. So naughty.


So damn good.


“But mostly I wanna mark this ass as mine, Domini. I wanna suck it, f*ck it, spank it.” He used the flat of his tongue to slowly lick down.


“Yes,” burst out on a breathy sigh, before Domini realized it wasn’t really a question.


“There’s my obedient girl.” Cam buried his face in her *, zeroing in on her clit. The delicate butterfly licks morphed into continual sucking.


Her limbs shook. She was so primed that the orgasm didn’t build slowly; it blindsided her. Starting at full throttle and escalating to warp speed.


And Cam didn’t let up. She didn’t know how he took a breath because the angle of his head seemed all wrong, but man-oh-man was it ever right.


After the last orgasmic twinge, Cam knocked the pillow from beneath her knees, and scooted her lower half off the edge of the mattress. With the pillow bracing her belly, he canted her hips and impaled her.


“You feel good. So wet and tight, like you were made to take me like this.” Cam’s hips hammered into her.


Covered in sweat, shaking from head to toe, surrounded by the slap of flesh meeting flesh and the intimacy of total darkness, Domini was dangling by a thread again.


Cam sensed it. He jerked on her restrained wrists, lifting her upper body off the bed as he kept f*cking her. “Come for me again. Come hard. Lemme hear you.”


Her clitoris rubbed on the pillow and matched the cadence of his energetic thrusts. She was blind and bound to everything but the pleasure bombarding her from all sides. It was too much.


Domini flat out screamed as the orgasm rocketed through her, setting every nerve ending in her body to the same frequency as the vibrations shocking her from head to toe. Never in her life had she experienced something so earth-shattering. A feeling so addictive she’d do anything to have it again and again.


Cam’s primal roar followed and the heat of his ejaculate prompted another tiny orgasm to flare, which he prolonged with short snaps of his hips.


She went limp as the synapses in her brain shorted out. Cam released his hold on her. After she fell face first on the mattress, Cam withdrew and a rush of wetness trickled down the inside of her thigh.


Undone. She was completely spent. He’d most likely ruined her for all other men the sex was so volatile. In the hazy aftermath of such explosive passion, she heard the sound of clothing being righted.


No. That couldn’t be right. Cam wasn’t just…leaving after he’d screwed her nearly unconscious, was he?


He tugged the robe tie, freeing her arms. He massaged her shoulders and slid the silk scarf off her eyes.


Blinking several times, Domini let Cam roll her onto her back. Very gingerly, he untangled the strands of her hair covering her face. Then his thumb followed the arch of her eyebrow as he cradled her head in his hand. “Jesus, Domini. You’re beautiful. You stun me.”


Not what she was expecting. Nor did she anticipate his achingly gentle kiss that lingered on her mouth and seemed to seep into her soul.


Domini lifted her hand, needing to touch him, but the second her fingers connected with the scar, he retreated.


“I have to go,” he said, as if he were trying to convince himself. “Sleep well and I’ll see you tomorrow.”


Before she pushed herself upright, she heard the door close and he was gone.


What the hell had just happened?


She’d done everything he’d demanded or asked of her—true, she’d done it because she’d wanted to, not just because he’d commandeered her sexual responses as his right.


Why had Cam dressed fast and raced out like he suddenly remembered he had another engagement?


Dressed. Wait a minute. That was the third time they’d had sex. The fourth time they’d had sexual contact if she counted the time they’d messed around on the couch. By all rights she should’ve already explored his remarkable body. Sucked his nipples and raked her fingernails down his muscular back. Licked the bulging muscles in his arms. Traced his rippled six-pack abs with her tongue. Kissed her way from his belly button to his hipbones. Scraped her nails down his thighs. Nibbled on his knees. Tested his feet to see if they were ticklish.


Knees and feet? Cam only has one knee and one foot.