Tied Up, Tied Down (Rough Riders #4)(14)

She groaned softly at his strangely voiced observation and gave up any pretense of resistance. His callused hands traced her arms from her wrists, down past her elbows, over her biceps until his big palms cupped her breasts. He strummed her nipples with the pads of his thumbs while kissing the slope of her shoulder.

“I love your tits. So soft and round. Perfect for my hands and mouth. For buryin’ my face in. Suckin’ ’em for hours until you come.”


Skylar turned her head to try and kiss him.

“Ah-ah-ah.” Kade flattened his hands and dragged them oh-so-slowly down her belly to her hips. The first two fingers on his right hand breached her curls, and slipped down her slit to plunge inside her sex.

She hissed.

He stroked her several times, each thrust deeper, each thrust bypassed her clit.

“Touch me.”


“I am.” He sucked on the spot behind her ear that made her head swim. “Maybe you oughta point out exactly where you want me touchin’ you.” Kade reached for her right arm, placing his palm over the top of her hand, gliding their joined hands down her torso to rest on the top of her pubic bone. “Show me.”


Skylar pushed their joined fingers inside her *, pumping in and out, coating all four digits with her wetness. “You do that,” she said, leaving his fingers. She slid her hand up, placing her middle finger on her clit, rubbing in circles, making sure he could feel her every movement. “While I do this.” Sky never remembered being so bold. So brazen. So confident with her sexuality.

Kade created a rhythm, setting her whole body tingling with anticipation. Then he tilted his pelvis slightly and his cock slid in her crack as he f*cked her * with his fingers.

“Oh. That feels…good. Really good.” She rubbed her finger faster over that engorged nub. Sweat made their bodies slippery. The room was filled with the sounds of skin scraping on fabric, heavy breathing, and a slight squeak of the bedframe.

“Clench your cheeks.” Kade’s beard rasped over her arched neck as he drove his fingers deeper and rolled his hips. “Come on, darlin’, bear down. Squeeze me hard.”


Her internal muscles clamped around his thrusting fingers. Her butt cheeks tightening around his cock set off an orgasmic chain reaction, traveling from her * to the top of her ass crack and she moaned, “Yes, like that. Please, deeper.”


The tip of his cock jerked, coating the small of her back with sticky warmth and he swore a blue streak in her ear.

She flung her arm over her eyes, rocking into him, slowing the strokes on her clit to prolong the moment. The blast of pleasure roared in her head, blocking out all sound but her stuttered gasps of orgasmic bliss.


Kade heard Skylar thrashing around in bed before he opened the door to peek inside.

It took a second for his head to decipher the images his eyes were relaying.

Skylar was in the middle of the bed. Pajama bottoms off. Her left forearm draped across her eyes. Her right hand stroking madly between her legs as she climaxed.

Holy shit.

He waited. If he burst in now she’d probably die of embarrassment. But Kade realized Skylar wasn’t aware of what she’d been doing; she’d been dreaming.

Jesus. Must’ve been some damn good dream. What would he’ve done if he’d been in bed next to her when she indulged in a little self-love?

Woken her up and f*cked her like a madman, convincing himself it was his way of making her dreams come true.

Kade paced the hallway a few more minutes before he snuck in and tucked Eliza in her crib. He stared at Skylar’s half-naked body lolling on his side of the bed, in the ultimate pin-up girl pose. The ultimate temptation. No way could he crawl in there and not touch her. No way.

The clock blinked five a.m. Sun’d be up soon. Might as well get an early start on his day. Right after he grabbed a shower.

A very cold shower.

Skylar was freezing. Disoriented, she sat up. At some point in the night she’d whipped off the covers along with her pajama bottoms. Her gaze landed on Kade’s empty side of the bed. Huh. She squinted at the crib and saw Eliza’s dark head. Vaguely she remembered Kade getting up with the baby.

When?

And why in the world was she half-undressed? Carnal images bombarded her. Kade.

Stretching her out on top of him. Touching her. Bringing them both to a shuddering orgasm.

It hadn’t been a dream…had it?

The old pipes rattled, signaling Kade was in the shower. Why was he up so early?

Probably washing up after he came all over your back and his belly.

Her hand flew to the base of her spine. Dry. Not sticky. She patted the bed behind her. Warm. Not wet.

Not real. A dream.

Why did disappointment jab her in the gut?

Because you’re too much of a chickenshit to admit Kade McKay turns you on beyond reason. And the last thing you want is a gentleman in your bed; you’d prefer a wild man.

Not her first raunchy dream starring the hot rancher. She still remembered the hot dream from last week where he’d stripped her naked, shoved her to her knees, and bound her wrists behind her back with a soft leather strap. Then Kade’s hands impatiently twisted in her hair as his cock shuttled in and out of her mouth. Saliva poured down her chin, between her bared breasts, trickling down her belly to mix with the wetness glazing her inner thighs.