Hold Me, Cowboy

“If only. My knees never once shook. In fact, they’re shaking harder now and you haven’t even gotten out of those pants yet.”

“You give good dirty talk.”

She lifted a shoulder. “I’m good at talking. That’s about the thing I’m best at.”

“Oh, I hope not, baby. I hope that mouth is good for a lot of other things too.”

He saw her breasts hitch. Her eyes growing round. Then he smiled, grabbing hold of the hem of his shirt and stripping it off over his head. Her reaction was more satisfying than he could’ve possibly anticipated. It’d been a long time since he’d seen a woman looking at him that way.

Sure, women checked him out. That happened all the time. But this was different. This was raw, open hunger. She wasn’t bothering to hide it. Why would she? They were both here to do this. No holds barred, no clothes, no nothing. Why bother to be coy? Why bother to pretend this was about anything other than satisfying lust. And if that was all it was, why should either of them bother to hide that lust.

“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, this is gonna end fast.”

“Don’t do that,” she said, a wicked smile on her lips. “You’re no good to me in that case.”

“Don’t worry, babe. I can get it up more than once.”

At least, he could if he remembered correctly.

“Good thing I brought about three boxes of condoms.”

“For two days? You did have high hopes for the weekend.”

“Ten years,” she reiterated.

“Point taken.”

He moved his hands down, slowly working at his belt. The way that she licked her lips as her eyes followed his every movement ratcheting up his arousal another impossible notch.

Everything felt too sharp, too clear, every rasp of fabric over his skin, every downward flick of her eyes, every small, near-imperceptible gasp on her lips.

He hadn’t been in a bedroom alone with a woman in a long damn time. And it was all catching up with him now.

Shutting down, being a mean bastard who didn’t let anyone close? That was easy enough. It made it easy to forget. He shut the world out, stripped everything away. Reverted back to the way he had been just after his parents had died and it had been too difficult to feel anything more than his grief.

That was what he had done in the past five years. That was what he had done with his new, impossible loss that never should have happened. Wouldn’t have if he’d had a shred of self-control and decency.

And now, tonight, he was proving that he probably still didn’t have any at all. Oh well, just as well. Because he was going to do this.

He was going to do her.

He pushed his jeans down his lean hips, showing her the extent of his desire for her, reveling in the way her eyes widened when he revealed his body completely to her hungry gaze.

“I have never seen one that big before,” she said.

He laughed. “Are you just saying that because it’s what you think men need to hear?”

“No, I’m saying that because it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen. And I want it.”

“Baby,” he said, “you can have it.”

Maddy turned over onto her stomach and crawled across the bed on all fours in a move that damn near gave him a heart attack. Then she moved to the edge of the mattress, straightening up, raking her nails down over his torso before she leaned in, flicking her tongue over the head of his arousal.

He jerked beneath her touch, his length twitching as her tongue traced it from base to tip, just before she engulfed him completely in the warm heat of her mouth. She hummed, the vibration moving through his body, drawing his balls up tight. He really was going to lose it. Here and now like a green teenage boy if he didn’t get a grip on himself. Or a grip on her.

He settled for the second option.

He reached back, grabbing hold of her hair and jerking her lips away from him. “You keep doing that and it really will end.”

The color was high in her cheeks, her eyes glittering. “I’ve never, ever enjoyed it like that before.”

She was so good for his ego. Way better than a man like him deserved. But damned if he wasn’t going to take it.

“Well, you can enjoy more of that. Later. Right now? I need to be inside you.”

“Technically,” she said, her tone one of protest, “you were inside me.”

“And as much as I like being in that pretty mouth of yours, that isn’t what I want right now.” He gritted his teeth, looking around the room. “The condoms.”

She scrambled off the bed and shimmied out of her jeans and panties as she made her way across the room and toward her suitcase. She flipped it open, dug through it frantically and produced the two packets he had seen earlier.

All things considered, he felt a little bit triumphant to be the one getting these condoms. He didn’t know Christopher, but that sad sack was sitting at home with a hard-on, and Sam was having his woman. He was going to go ahead and enjoy the hell out of that.

Madison turned to face him, the sight of that enticing, pale triangle at the apex of her thighs sending a shot straight down to his gut. She kept her eyes on his as she moved nearer, holding one of the condoms like it was a reward he was about to receive.

She tore it open and settled back onto the bed, then leaned forward and rolled it over his length. Then she took her position back up against the pillows, her thighs parting, her heavily lidded gaze averted from his now that she was in that vulnerable position.

“Okay,” she said, “I’m ready.”

She wasn’t. Not by a long shot.

Ten years.

And he had been ready to thrust into her with absolutely no finesse. A woman who’d been celibate for ten years deserved more than that. She deserved more than one orgasm. Hell, she deserved more than two.

He had never been the biggest fan of Madison West, but tonight they were allies. Allies in pleasure. And he was going to hold up his end of the bargain so well that if she was celibate after this, it really would be because she was waiting for her legs to work again.

“Not quite yet, Maddy,” he said, kneeling down at the end of the bed, reaching forward and grabbing hold of her hips, dragging her down toward his face. He brought her up against his mouth, her legs thrown over his shoulders, that place where she was warm and wet for him right there, ready for him to taste her.

“Sam!” Maddy squeaked.

“There is no way you’re a prude, Maddy,” he said. “I’ve had too many conversations with you to believe that.”

“I’ve never... No one has ever...”

“Then it’s time somebody did.”

He lowered his head, tasting her in long, slow passes, like she was an ice-cream cone that he just had to take the time to savor. Like she was a delicacy he couldn’t get enough of.