Chapter 19
The second the door clicked behind us, I hauled her against my body and kissed her with all the pent-up need and longing that had been building since…well, since the last time I kissed her. But this time was different. I wasn’t cold, selfishly trying to absorb her sunshine inside me.
That kiss had woken me up. This kiss set me on fire.
It was all-consuming, this desire for her. This need.
She’d screamed my name in the rodeo arena. Mine. Not Zack’s, even though he deserved as much—if not more—credit for our win. That meant something to me.
Because I meant something to her. Something beyond being her boss or even being her friend. It had been a long time since I had mattered to a woman. Hearing her cheer for me, seeing that lust-glazed look in her eyes when she told me to fuck her…it was a powerful drug, being wanted like that. I was almost lightheaded from it.
The kiss turned desperate and rushed as she dragged my shirt off over my head and immediately went for my belt buckle. We were up against the clock and we both knew it. Time was ticking down. Thirty-six hours until I was her boss again.
But as far as I was concerned, that was thirty-six hours to savor her. I didn’t want fast. I wanted thorough. If thirty-six hours was all I could have of her, I was going to make every second count. Touch every inch of her skin. Leave no part of her undiscovered. Fuck her every way she’d let me.
I pulled back. She clung to me, her breath labored. “Easy, baby. We have time. All the time you want.” I meant it, even if I hadn’t worked out exactly how to make that happen. “I want to explore you. Taste every inch of you. Are you going to let me do that?”
She stared at me, eyes glassy. “Fuck,” she whispered on a soft exhale.
“We’ll do that, too,” I promised.
I kissed her again, nice and slow this time. She took advantage of my shirtless state, running her hands over my bare chest and shoulders, dragging her nails down the rippled muscles of my abdomen. When she followed the sparse trail of hair that started at my belly button and disappeared into my jeans, anticipation licked down my spine.
I needed her naked. Now.
But still slowly.
Not leaving her mouth, I put a little space between us, enough to slide my hand up the curve of her body. My thumb flicked against her nipple when I reached her breast. She whimpered against my lips and her hands gripped the waistband of my jeans.
“Adam,” she pleaded, but I was not to be rushed.
I cupped her breasts in my hands, feeling the heavy weight of them. My eyebrows snapped together. “How the hell you kept these hidden from me, I don’t know.”
“I have a few tricks,” she said breathlessly.
“But not tonight. Tonight you damn near gave me a crick in the neck from keeping my eyes up like a gentleman.”
“I wanted your attention.” Her confession was soft. Shy.
Her words spread through me, soothing a wound that had laid open and bloody for longer than I cared to admit. My hands left her breasts so I could take her face and force her to look nowhere but me.
“You have my attention, James. You’ve had it since you walked into Jo’s. You could wear a brown sack covering every inch of your body and I’d still follow you around just hoping to hear you laugh.”
Her dark eyes searched mine for the truth of that statement. I let her find it. I had spent the last month trying to keep this attraction locked down, but I was done hiding.
With a quick motion, she snatched the shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Before I could get my hands on her, she stepped back, unclasped her bra, and gave her shoulders a sweet little shimmy that sent the lacy blue bra falling to her feet.
Fuck.
I groaned. She was perfect. A pocket-sized pinup meant to drive me to my knees—a place I had every intention of going tonight. Her breasts were full and luscious, with soft pink nipples hard and pointed right at me.
“Skirt off,” I ordered.
She flicked open the snap with a small, self-satisfied smirk hovering on her lips. My girl knew exactly what she was doing to me. I bit my knuckle as she shimmied it down her hips, leaving her in a midnight-blue thong and those pink fucking boots. She started to toe them off, but I stopped her.
“The boots stay on, buttercup. I want to feel your heels digging into my back when I make you come on my tongue.”
An audible breath whooshed out of her. She stared at me, wide-eyed.
That was fine. She could contemplate that while I feasted on those glorious tits of hers.
I boosted her into my arms, and she instantly wrapped her legs around my waist, clasping them at the ankles. I lowered my head, dropping kisses to the adorable sprinkle of freckles along her collarbone and chest. Her head fell back, giving me better access, and I took it. I kissed down the curve of her breast. Relished in the soft fullness of it. Found her nipple and flicked it with my tongue. She gasped, her hands digging into my shoulders. I sucked her nipple into my mouth with a deep, languid pull.
Then I went for the other one, kissing and sucking as I took us to the bed and laid her down gently.
I greedily ate up the sight of her spread before me. Her breasts, the flare of her hips, that sexy blue thong wedged up and lewdly showing the shape of her pussy lips. Her shapely legs in those pink boots. A fucking wet dream come to life.
“Christ, baby, you should see yourself. So pretty.”
She bit her lip, arching her chest, her cheeks flushing at my praise.
I went to my knees. Dragged my finger down that flimsy triangle of fabric. Found it soaked. I tsked at her softly. “So fucking wet, James. How long has this sweet little pussy been needing me?”
She moaned as I slid the fabric aside and pushed a finger in. Her hands went to her breasts, and she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Fuck.
I pulled my finger free. “How long, James?”
“Since four-fifteen.”
My start time.
My attention jerked to her face. “What?”
“Since the second you rode into the arena and bossed around a baby cow.” She lifted up on her elbows and served me a disgruntled pout. “It’s been hours, Adam.”
My cock jerked as I stared at her. Then I sprang into action, frantically dragging her panties down her legs before I tossed her booted feet over my shoulders one at a time.
“Remember what I said, buttercup. I want to see bruises tomorrow.”
I didn’t wait for her response before I delved between her thighs. I slid my tongue right into her, tasting all that sweetness that was there for me. Got drunk from it. When she squirmed beneath me, I splayed a hand across her belly and pressed her into the mattress. Giving her nowhere to go except my mouth.
She responded, canting her hips toward my seeking tongue. I sucked her clit, gently at first, and then with more suction when she let me know she liked it. Her strong thighs clamped tightly around my head.
“Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god,” she chanted.
I knew she was close. Too close. I slowed the rhythm of my tongue. Brought her away from the edge. Bought myself a few more moments of drinking her, delving my tongue through all that soft, warm flesh between her legs. I kissed her, teased her, until she whined my name.
I grinned against her pussy. And then I built her up again. Every little sound she made, every twitch of her body, made my dick throb desperately. Her thighs quivered and suddenly she was there. Her hips bucked upward, pushing against my mouth as her pussy clenched around my tongue in rhythmic spasms. Her boots dug into my trap muscles. Trapped me there in the vise of her thighs, my new favorite place on earth.
I licked until her tremors stopped and her thighs splayed limply.
I pushed to my feet, shucked my jeans and boots, took my aching cock in hand, and—
Shit.
“I don’t have a condom,” I said.
She waved a hand weakly and let it flop back on the bed. “My bag.”
I found her purse and then glanced at her. “Can I?”
“Go for it.”
Inside were five condoms. I felt some kind of way about that, but I wasn’t going to decipher it now. I pulled one out, ripped open the package, and rolled it over my cock while she watched me, eyes half closed.
“You want this?” I asked, knowing I sounded needy and desperate, but I didn’t fucking care. I was needy and desperate.
She looked at me and it was like she saw straight into my soul and understood exactly what I needed to hear. Her hand stroked my cheek gently.
“I want you, Adam.”
I swallowed hard. Her attention was on me, so warm it felt like standing in a sunbeam. Sweet and playful, that smile of hers lighting up her face. And I knew—I knew—that she had the power to wreck me. And fuck, I was going to let her.
I pushed into her slow and steady, a delicious glide into her tight heat. She sucked in a breath as I filled her.
“God,” she whispered, her breath fanning against my cheek.
“Are you okay?” I asked through gritted teeth. My control was paper-thin.
Her lips curved. “Fuck me.”
I pulled all the way out and shoved back in. Bliss. Her gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that made me close my eyes, as if I could shield myself.
She pressed damp kisses to my neck, then bit gently on the tendon there. I fucked her hard. So deep. Lost myself in her body. If I was going to break apart, at least I would make it worth it first.
Then I felt it again, the sweet clench of her pussy around my cock. Her back bowed as she said my name like a prayer. I was right there with her, coming so hard I saw starbursts behind my eyelids.
I collapsed on her, entirely spent. For the moment, at least. I had plans to make this a long night. She trailed her hand along my arm. I kept my eyes closed until my breathing returned to normal.
And when I opened my eyes again, all I saw was her.