Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
“Damn, woman, I’m gonna get us in an accident,” A.J. growled as Ana did something she’d never in her life done before: tossed her inhibitions out the window.
His hand was on the back of her head, his fingers threaded through her hair while she took all of him in her mouth as they drove back to Grant’s house. “You want me to stop?” she panted out, coming up for air.
“Hell no, don’t stop,” he groaned and gave her a quick smile before returning his focus to the road. Ana grinned and returned her own focus to his lap, where his shaft poked through the opening of his jeans.
Her panties were soaked, slick with desire, and they’d been that way from the moment A.J.
belted out the first song in his rich, husky voice.
A short while later, he artfully negotiated their departure from his parents’ ranch as if de-escalating a hostage situation.
And the moment they were alone in the SUV, his tongue was in her mouth, the top half of her denim dress undone and a hand inside her bra to cup her breast.
And now she was sucking his . . .
I’m allowed to think the word. Damn her inner prude for scolding her inner bad girl, who had apparently never been let out to play before A.J.
Coooock, she allowed the word to glide through her mind with certainty. It’d flown so easily from her mouth in front of A.J. last night, so no reason to let it hang her up now.
She licked slowly, circling the head with her tongue before sliding down his long, thick length.
With one hand holding the base of his shaft, she bobbed her mouth up and down, feeling like Anastasia the pole dancer and loving every flipping second of this incredibly sensual act of going down on her sexy cowboy.
“Letting her hair down” had officially been bumped out of first place on her “How To Relax” list, replaced by “pleasuring her man.” Ana was wild about A.J.’s grunts and groans of desire.
His quad flexed beneath her palm as she continued to suck eagerly. “Mmm,” she moaned, aroused by the taste of him and his reactions to her touch.
“Fuck, girl, I’m gonna bust my load in that sweet mouth of yours if you don’t pull off soon,” he roared as the truck made a sharp turn, probably into Grant’s long driveway.
The home sat far back on the property, acres of woods making up his front yard.
“And the first time I get off with you, it’s going to be in your pussy.
” He gently fisted her hair and urged her off him.
“But you taste so good,” she moaned, “and I don’t want to stop.”
Even when the SUV slowed to a brief stop, the mechanical sounds of the garage door signaling they’d arrived at the house, Ana continued to work him with her mouth.
She needed this, maybe more than he did.
“Darlin’ . . . I-I changed my mind.” The words cut through his clenched teeth as he cupped the back of her neck. “Puhhhlease don’t stop now.”
She swallowed every last bit of cum that exploded into her mouth a moment later.
His breathing was ragged and his hands a bit shaky as he let go of her. Ana slowly sat up, brushing the back of her hand over her mouth, relishing the satisfied expression on his face, especially since she was the one to put it there.
Not so cold and dead now.
“You’re naughty.”
After untangling herself from the seatbelt, she confessed with a touch of shyness, “I’ve never been like this with anyone but you.”
A.J. secured his length back inside his pants and zipped his jeans, leaving the top button undone.
He unbuckled his seatbelt, gently lifted Ana’s hand, and placed a soft kiss on the inside of her slender wrist before using his hold to guide her over the center console.
Her denim dress slid up to her hips as she straddled his lap with a little shimmy, wishing he was still exposed so she could grind against him.
“Good. I’d prefer it stay that way from now on, too.”
She wet her lips. “You don’t like to share, I take it?” Ana had no idea her voice could sound so breathy and provocative, but she embraced it, giving herself permission to be the naughty girl, Anastasia the dancer, without fear of judgment, knowing this man would love her for whatever she gave him.
“Absolutely no to sharing.” The words were infused with a sexy kind of possessiveness that turned her on. He banded a hand around her hip and tightened his hold of her as if to emphasize his words. “And when you’re ready for more . . .”
More orgasms? Or more . . .? Hope clutched her heart and had her inhaling a deep breath. She never wanted this to end between them. Not after tonight. Not after the meeting with Porter, and especially not after the Volkovs were gone once and for all.
Did that make her crazy?
Do I care?
Maybe she would have before yesterday. Before this man had flipped her world upside down.
A.J. killed the engine so they wouldn’t die of carbon monoxide poisoning. That would totally ruin “more.”
As she sat atop his lap, a sense of pride and power surged through her.
He removed his hat and set it on her head as he held her gaze.
“When we make love, this hat is the only thing I want to see you wearing.” He pressed his mouth to hers in a sweet kiss, parted her lips with his tongue, and held nothing back as he gave her the most intoxicating kiss she’d ever experienced.
Ana pressed her ass down onto his lap and rotated her hips to let him know she wanted it all.
“Oh, really?” she asked, pulling back slightly while clutching two handfuls of his cotton tee. “And what will you be wearing?”
“Just rubber.” He wedged a hand between their bodies and shifted her bra to palm her breast. “One of these days, hopefully nothing at all.”
A thrill raced down her spine. “If you play your cards right, that just might happen.”
“Shall we go inside, then?”
She nodded, temporarily robbed of speech as desire took over, and her body trembled like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
He nipped her lip before kissing her again, then quickly moved her back to the passenger seat.
Once out of the vehicle, A.J. scooped her up and carried her in his arms all the way to the large living room at the back of the house.
The moment he set her down, she immediately began unbuttoning her dress, anxious to get free of the thing.
“Hell, there are too many.” He yanked at the material, sending the turquoise buttons flying. “Sorry.” But there was no hint of remorse in his tone.
A fever was racing through them, their need for each other fierce and beyond question.
“This is what I want. Right here.” Ana gasped when he squeezed her ass cheek.
Sliding her hands from the top of his jeans up to his chest, Ana whispered, “Take off your clothes.” At her command, he released her, stepped back, and retrieved a condom from his billfold. “Always the prepared sailor.”
With the foil wrapper gripped between his teeth, A.J. tossed his wallet, then shucked his shirt. Boots. Jeans and boxers. The man undressed with tactical precision.
Naked in all his glorious, muscular splendor, she gasped, “Wow.” My naked cowboy.
His cock was hard again. Thick and roped with veins. Two confident strides brought her cowboy closer. “Your turn.” His hooded green eyes blazed with desire as she removed what little clothing remained.
And wow, we’re finally doing this. They’d only known each other for a short time, but being with him felt incredibly, undeniably right. The connection she had with A.J. was so strong, it felt as though they’d been together for years instead of a mere handful of days.
He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and gripped his shaft, sliding his palm from root to tip as he watched her undress. “I think I’m in heaven.” She stood naked before him with absolutely nothing to hide. She’d bared her soul, shared her secrets, and he hadn’t turned away.
He rolled the condom over his length and lifted her with ease, guiding her legs around his waist and bringing her pussy against his hard length. She shifted and moved, desperate for more.
A.J. walked them backward, the bounce from each step creating a delicious friction at her core. His back hit the window and he spun around, reversing their positions. “Drop your legs down, sweetheart,” he murmured.
The hat had fallen, but he seemed too preoccupied to notice.
Threading their fingers together, A.J. pinned their linked hands against the glass just above her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. The heat of his mouth was an exciting contrast to the coolness of the window on her bare bottom.
His hips moved in tight circles, adding more friction that had her yelping between the hot kisses he peppered all over her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said between kisses. “So damn sexy.” He tightened his clasp of her one hand while letting go of the other.
His free hand explored and lovingly tortured her body. A slight twist of her nipple. A sharp nip of his teeth on her other breast. A slow graze of his nails down the side of her torso. Ana’s breaths came fast and shallow.
But A.J. wasn’t finished. He ran a finger along the side of her breast and on down to her hip before his hand cupped her wet center.
Muttering incoherently against her mouth, A.J.
slid a finger along the seam of her pussy, separating her folds.
“Fuck, you’re ready for me,” he said on a groan before plunging a finger inside and curling it in a come-hither motion, hitting her right where he knew would make her—
“A.J.,” she cried out before lowering her mouth to his shoulder and biting down. She pulled her other hand loose of his grasp and clutched his back for dear life as he worked his hand over her pussy. “I need you.”
“Do you now?” he rasped, a slight twang in his tone when he brought his mouth to her ear. “How badly do you want me?”
“More than I can possibly explain,” she answered honestly. Quickly. The searing heat of her desire sidestepped reason and responsibility. Having him inside of her was all that mattered right now.