Chapter 11
HIS TOUCH WAS MAGIC, his mouth as hot as the noon sun. Clint knew just where to apply more pressure and when to use his teeth and tongue. Lila promised herself she wouldn’t be distracted. She’d get him naked. But then he moved his mouth to her other breast, and she lost track of her thoughts.
The moment he eased back she gathered her wits.
His lips were damp, his expression confused as he watched her scramble off the bed. She knelt in front of him and got to work hastily undoing his belt. His impressive erection made the zipper trickier.
Clint touched her hair. “Why don’t you let me do that,” he said, lifting her chin and brushing a kiss across her lips.
Of course she didn’t want to hurt him, but she couldn’t help rubbing her palm against his fly as he pulled her up.
He drew in a sharp breath and let out a shaky laugh.
Once he was on his feet, in a matter of seconds he was completely naked.
Tall and lean, he had no tattoos or visible scars. His skin had a healthy glow to it And she zeroed in on his tapered waist and narrow hips. His thick aroused cock. He was a tempting package of strong, virile male.
Anticipation shuddered through her.
For God’s sake, she had to stop staring. Although he wasn’t shy about checking her out while he dug into his jeans pocket.
She yanked back the covers.
He dropped some packets on the nightstand. Two or three of them, she couldn’t tell, but she applauded his optimism.
When he tugged her closer, she eagerly wound her arms around his neck. His hands gripped her waist as he looked into her eyes.
“You’re off tonight, right?”
“I am.”
“No last-minute phone call asking you to run to the set.”
“Nope.” She shook her head. “I’m all yours.”
“Yeah?” Something thrilling and sexy burned in his dark eyes.
“For the whole night.”
“I like the sound of that.” Reaching around, he cupped her butt. He squeezed and pulled her flush against him.
The searing heat of his arousal pressed hard into her skin. She felt the moisture that slicked the crown as he backed her up. Her legs met the side of the bed. The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back and he’d stripped off her thong.
Her startled gasp was part giggle. “Sneaky.”
“We were taking too long.”
“We have all night, remember?”
“Don’t worry.” His gaze swept over her legs and hips, practically daring her to squeeze her thighs together. “I’ll make good use of the time.”
A tremor spiraled through her body.
He pressed his right knee into the mattress. Leaning over her, he parted her thighs and kissed her.
Right there.
Slowly, he exerted a gentle pressure before thrusting his tongue past the seam and grazing her clit.
Gasping, she bucked against his mouth.
She loved foreplay, but she wouldn’t last like this for long.
Clint kept her thighs parted, his tongue breaking contact only once while he climbed completely on the mattress and settled between her legs.
He looked up, his gaze drawn to her left breast. Reaching a hand to touch it, he kissed her lower belly, his dark eyes focused on her nipple.
He rubbed his thumb over the jutting flesh, and she held her breath.
He moved his hand to the other breast and gave the tight bud a light pinch.
Lila moaned.
“Are you always this sensitive?”
She bit her lip and shook her head.
His brows furrowed. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She lifted her shoulders off the mattress and caught his face between her hands. They looked at each other for a long moment before she slid her fingers into his hair and tugged at him, guiding his mouth to her breast.
He rolled his tongue over the distended nipple before it disappeared into his mouth. He sucked, blew some air on the damp flesh, then sucked again. She could tell he was holding back. Probably still worried she was too sensitive.
Clutching at his muscled arm, keeping his hand where she wanted it, she whispered, “Is that the best you can do, cowboy?”
His short, rumbling laugh vibrated against her skin and all the way to her core.
Clint did exactly as requested. And at the same time, inserted a finger inside her.
Lila jerked at the sly move. A moan mingled with laughter spilled from her lips. “Wait,” she said.
He lifted his head, but kept his finger right where it was. “What?”
“I can’t reach you.”
Ignoring her, he bowed his head. Switching to her other nipple, he sucked it deeply.
As he worked in a second finger, his thumb found her clit.
She couldn’t stay still, not with his thumb circling and circling, his fingers plunging in farther.
But with every move, he stayed with her, increasing the pressure until want turned to a throbbing need.
She closed her eyes, squeezing them tight, willing her body to slow down. Not react so swiftly. But she’d already lost control. The ache for release was too great...
Her whimper of protest was cut short.
The orgasm hit her full force. It gripped her with the power of a tornado, tossing her around like a rag doll as the fire inside her flared. She opened her eyes to slits, but couldn’t see through the red-hot haze.
Beneath her palm she felt a cord of muscle. Her fingernails were digging into Clint’s arm. Unfazed by it, he stayed with her the whole time, easing back when it became too much, as if he had the ability to read her every move, her every moan.
Finally the inferno became soothing warmth that washed over her body in slow languid waves.
Her hands fell like lead weights to the mattress.
She wanted to touch him, his shoulders and the muscles rippling with each tiny movement.
She wanted to run her palms along the hard planes of his toned body.
And she wanted to feel the long thick length of him, wrap her fingers around the smooth taut skin.
But she couldn’t seem to make her hands or arms work.
Clint shifted and claimed her mouth with a bone-melting kiss. “Hi,” he said, his smile strained at the edges, his eyes dark with banked desire.
“Hi,” she murmured, barely having enough breath to get out the tiny word.
He cupped the side of her face, and she turned her head to nuzzle his hand. A tremor passed through his body. Her shuddering response shot all the way to the soles of her feet.
His hair was mussed and his lips damp. He slid down to place a soft kiss on her inner thigh.
She widened her eyes, fully alert. He couldn’t possibly—
He lapped at the moist, protective folds of her sex.
Squirming, she tried to clamp her thighs together. “Clint.” Her mouth had gone dry. “Clint, stop.”
His head came up instantly. “Too sensitive?”
“No, it’s not that.” Shifting to lie on her side, she caught his arm. “Come here,” she said, patting the mattress.
Surprise flickered in his eyes, but he did as she asked and settled next to her. Stretched out on his side, elbow bent, he propped his head and faced her. Their eyes met and she smiled at him. But then she got distracted by his bulging biceps.
“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“Hmm?” she murmured, staring at the bunched muscle until she couldn’t stand it. She had to touch. “Nothing’s wrong.” She laid a hand on his arm. Beneath her palm, the rock-hard muscle tensed.
His arousal stirred against her tummy.
That’s what she really wanted.
Reaching between them, she wrapped a hand around his hot hard length. One long stroke, and his groan nearly shook the bed.
She got in two more pumps before he grabbed her wrist, keeping her immobile, while he blindly reached behind and almost knocked over the lamp. Cursing under his breath, he finally had to release her so he could search the top of the nightstand.
He found a condom, managing to dodge her hand at the same time.
“Wait,” she said when he tore the packet. “Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Just give me a minute. Three minutes. That’s all I’m asking for.”
Clint looked thoroughly and adorably confused.
She slid down for a taste. Salty. Spicy. All male. She licked the head dry.
With another groan, his hands tangled in her hair. He started to pull her away, and then his hold slackened. He gulped for air. Whispered something too raw and broken for her to understand.
Closing her mouth around him, she sucked lightly at first, then harder. She moved her way down, stroking him with her tongue, but she only made it partway.
“No,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Not like this.”
Lila felt another tug at her scalp. This time he wasn’t fooling around. Too bad. She flicked her tongue and slid down to the base.
“C’mon, Lila...” He cut off a groan and fisted a handful of her hair. “You’re killing me here.”
Reluctantly she released him. “I didn’t make you stop.”
He was already rolling on the condom. “Really?” he said with a cocked brow. “You’re going to pout?”
“Maybe.” Tilting her head to the side, she licked her lips. He surprised her by rising, making her gasp as he laid her back against the pillows and pushed her legs apart.
Slipping between them, he ran a finger along her slick wet lips. “Have anything more to say?”
Watching his nostrils flare, seeing how ready he was, her heart pounded out of control. “Please?” she whispered, struggling for air when he slid his finger in partway.
Clint leaned down for a kiss. The moment their lips touched, she felt him enter her. Just a little. He pulled back when her body tried to grip him.
She narrowed her eyes in warning.
He just smiled and rubbed her with the tip of his cock, teasing her, stroking her where she was most sensitive, small calculated movements, sliding up and down, in and out, and making her crazy.
And pushing her too close to another orgasm.
But he was torturing himself, too. She could see the strain in his face, the muscle flexing in his jaw. He wasn’t going to last...
But then Lila wouldn’t, either. He slipped a little ways inside her, and she rocked up to meet him.
Clint froze, his body tensing. His gaze seemed to scorch her to the core.
He thrust into her. Hard and deep. His muscled arms shook with the effort of keeping his weight off her. He withdrew just a little, then surged into her again.
Their moans tangled and filled the room as Clint filled her, stretching her beyond the border of anything she’d experienced before.
“Ah, Christ,” he murmured, and pulled her legs tightly around his hips.
She gripped him for all she was worth as he plunged inside her. He did it again and again, his hoarse groan echoing in her ears as she felt the first hint of her climax.
Clint’s low primal cry was enough to trigger her release. Arching beneath him, she was beyond thinking, beyond speaking, beyond anything other than feeling him explode inside her. Or maybe it was her body that had burst into a million glittering pieces shooting into the darkness.
A tremor racked her all the way to her soul. Her lungs burned with the need for air. And yet she felt as if she were floating...
“Lila.” Clint’s ragged whisper penetrated the fog. He dislodged her legs from his hips.
She felt his arm slide beneath her shoulders, and he hauled her up against him, chest to chest. He put his other arm around her and before she knew it, he’d rolled onto his back, taking her with him, his cock still sheathed inside her.
Of course he wasn’t hard anymore, but it amazed her that she could still feel his heft. All she seemed capable of was lifting her chin. He pushed back the tangle of hair that covered half her face, then slowly traced her bottom lip with his forefinger.
She sighed with contentment, not even trying to move. “I see you’ve done this before.”
Clint smiled. “Yeah, a couple times.”
“Good Lord. I think you’ve worn me out.”
Her breathing was too shallow for her to be talking. She had to rest and regroup. She wouldn’t turn down some water, either. A gallon would probably do it.
“Where are you going?” With a hand cupping her butt, he stopped her from rolling off.
“Water. The bathroom. And more water.”
He nodded, looking so serious. “We’re not done.”
Lila laughed and shivered at the same time. “No, we aren’t,” she agreed and gave him a quick kiss before she rolled off him.
AFTER BEING AWAKE a few minutes, Clint finally opened his eyes.
Moonlight poured in through the window past the partially open drapes.
Careful not to disturb Lila, he barely moved.
He sure was glad tomorrow was Sunday and neither of them had to work.
Even if he did have to share her for part of the day.
She was laying on her side, curled toward him, one leg thrown over his, her pale hair spilling across his chest.
In a matter of weeks she’d be gone, and he didn’t know if he’d ever see her again. She had a bright and busy future. Too bright to be sneaking off with a cowboy for a weekend here and there. Hell, that wouldn’t be enough for him, anyway.
The notion was worrisome. That sort of thinking would only lead to trouble.
So far they’d had sex twice since he’d arrived for their date.
He glanced at the clock. It was 2:20 a.m. Technically, already Sunday.
They’d stopped fooling around to eat cold fried chicken and cornbread.
He smiled thinking about the staggering amount of honey she’d used to drown her cornbread.
The woman sure loved her sugar. Maybe that’s what made her hair and skin smell so sweet. And man, the way she tasted...
Shit.
What was wrong with him, anyway? Having those sappy thoughts? He’d never been that kind of guy.
She snuggled deeper against his chest, and the flood of warmth that flowed through his body was unlike any other feeling he’d ever had.
“Are you awake?” she whispered.
“Sort of. You?”
Her laugh was husky with sleep. “What time is it?”
“Two-thirty-ish.” Tightening his arm around her, he kissed her hair. Damned if he wasn’t getting hard again.
Lila sighed. “It’s Sunday. No setting the alarm. Yay.”
“What time is the barbecue?”
“Around three. But I told Erin I’d go early to help.”
Maybe he’d drop her off and run home, shower, change. “I should’ve brought extra clothes.”
She lifted her head and looked at him with sleepy blue eyes. “Why didn’t you?”
“I didn’t want to jinx it.”
“Jinx what?”
Clint touched the tip of her nose. “Don’t give me that innocent look. Anyway, I should run home at some point. Won’t take me long. I wonder what we should do in the meantime...” he said, cupping her breast.
She shivered and swelled to his touch. “Hmm, I wonder,” she whispered, slowly stretching out on top of him.