Chapter Six #3
“Rawley, please.” She reached for his belt buckle, unhooking it, then unsnapped his jeans and lowered the zipper.
When her hand moved inside his boxer briefs and wrapped around his cock, he had to clench his jaw to keep from coming.
Just the soft touch of her hand was enough to throw him over.
“I’m impressed,” she said as she moved her hand along his hard length, making him groan.
She started to push his jeans down, but he stopped her, to remove his wallet, and placed it on the nightstand, then he got off the bed and stripped off his clothes in no time.
“Rawley, you’re amazing,” she whispered as she stared at his hard cock.
He climbed up between her legs, kissed her lips, and reached for the condom. She took it from him, ripped it open, then rolled it down over him.
Rawley pressed his lips to hers, then inched into her, burying himself to the hilt slowly, then he moved against her.
When she moved her hips in rhythm with his, he clenched his jaw, hoping he wouldn’t embarrass himself.
She moaned, her walls clamping down around him like a vice.
He waited to give her time to adjust, but when she wrapped her legs around his waist, he pulled out and slammed back in, making her wrap her arms around his neck.
Rawley wanted this to last, but she was too tight, too hot, and felt too fucking good, and he knew he wouldn’t. Their moans filled the room as he drove her closer to the edge.
He could feel her clenching around him and knew she was close. Her gasps filled the air, until she came, crying out his name.
He followed her over. Placing his lips on hers, he groaned into her mouth as his own orgasm claimed him.
They both tried to catch their breath as Rawley rolled onto his back, pulling her close to him.
“I’ll be right back,” Rawley said after a few minutes, then rose from the rumpled bed. He crossed the floor, paused to flick on the light, then slipped inside, closing the door with a soft click.
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Skylar pressed a palm to her chest, trying to still her racing heart.
“Oh, my God!” she breathed into the silence, the sheets rustling around her.
Every nerve buzzed with pleasure. “Good? Try fantastic.” A flush warmed her cheeks.
She yearned to call Ryan, to share the thrill, but she knew she couldn’t.
With a sigh of contentment, she peeled back the comforter, its downy weight comforting against her heated skin, and slid deeper into the softness.
Moments later, the door swung open again, and Rawley appeared in a pool of golden light.
The light from the nightstand caught the width of his sculpted shoulders, the solid pecs, and biceps.
Her eyes slid lower as she bit her lip when she looked at his six-pack stomach.
Oh, Lord, that happy trail leading from his bellybutton down to.
.. there. Skylar’s breath caught. To call him ‘built’ would be an understatement.
He lifted the sheet, the fabric whispering against his warm skin, and slipped beneath its folds. He rolled onto his side, propping his head on one elbow and gazed into her eyes.
“You’re blushing,” he murmured, voice low.
“Stop,” she replied, though she couldn’t stop the heat throbbing in her face.
He chuckled, as his hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her temple. “That was amazing.”
She traced the fine hairs at his wrist. “Yes, it was.”
He shifted closer, kissing her collarbone. “You’re amazing.”
Her pulse skipped. “Do you know what I thought the first time I saw you at Dewey’s?”
“You wanted to fuck my brains out?” He raised an eyebrow.
Skylar laughed. “That was the second thing.”
Rawley shook his head with amusement. “Number one?”
“That you knew how to make a woman feel special.” She traced circles on his forearm.
He frowned. “How’d I do that?”
“When that brunette talked to you, all your focus was on her, as if she were the only person in the bar.”
He shrugged, innocence in every inch of his posture. “It’s how I was raised.”
“I think I’d like your parents.” She tucked her head under his chin, inhaling the faint scent of sandalwood.
“They’re great.”
“Mine too.” She curled into the hollow of his chest, listening to the soft thump of his heartbeat.
He stroked her hair. “Want to know the first thing I thought about you?”
Her pulse fluttered. “You wanted to fuck my brains out?”
A startled laugh, and he shook his head. “Damn, was I that obvious?”
“I wanted to talk to you, but you were busy with Miss Brunette.”
“She spoke to me first,” he admitted.
“What red-blooded woman wouldn’t?” Skylar grinned. “I bet you have women hitting on you all the time.”
He exhaled a laugh. “I’m not having this conversation.”
“Chicken,” she teased, elbowing him in the ribs.
“It was good,” he grunted.
“Not that chicken.” She laughed.
“We should watch a movie. Then I’ll head out.” His tone turned gentle.
“Okay,” she said, tugging the sheet higher. “I wish you could stay.”
“Me too, darlin’, but my dogs would have a fit if I didn’t get home. Where is your cat?”
“Cosmo is in my office, for our first homemade dinner together.”
He nodded. “I hope there’ll be more.”
“Me too.”
He eased out from under the quilt and reached for his clothes. Skylar pulled her clothes on, then walked from the room to her office and opened the door. In an instant, a blur shot into the hallway, skidding across the hardwood, tail high.
Skylar laughed as Cosmo zigzagged through the dining room, vaulted onto the chairs under the kitchen table, darted back out, and sprinted along the top of the sofa cushion before collapsing in a fluffed-out heap. Rawley chuckled, settling beside her on the couch as the movie started.
“That is about all the running he’ll do. He’s done for a while now.”
After a couple of hours, Rawley stood, picked up his hat from the arm of the chair, took her hand in his, then walked to the door. He kissed her lips, and she slipped her arms around his waist.
“I really enjoyed dinner, but dessert…” He shook his head, his eyes so dark. “Damn.” He laughed when she punched his arm. “Seriously, I had a great time tonight.”
“Me too. We will do it again, right?” Skylar asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Dinner, or…” His voice dropped to a husky whisper.
“Both.” Her cheeks flushed pink in the dim hallway light.
“Now you’re talking. Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?” A grin lifted his lips that made her stomach flutter.
“Nothing. I take Sundays as my lazy day.” She leaned against the doorframe.
“Oh, I thought I’d ask you to come to my place to go horseback riding.” He walked toward her.
“I’d love that.” She smiled.
“It won’t ruin your lazy day?” He raised an eyebrow.
Skylar slipped her arms around his waist. “Not if I’m with you.”
Rawley chuckled. “Good answer.” He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering against her skin. “I’ll text my address. Come out around eleven and we can spend the day together.”
“Alright.” Her fingers traced patterns on his back.
“I’ll talk to you soon, sweetheart.” He kissed her lips again, slowly this time. “Sleep well.”
“Goodnight, Rawley.” Her voice sounded breathless, but that was how he made her feel.
He opened the door, stepped onto the porch, then looked back at her. “Lock the door.”
She nodded, closed the door and turned the lock. She smiled as she listened to his truck start up, then drive away, then she headed for the shower, hating the thought of washing any of Rawley’s scent from her body.