Chapter 25
Axe
Maybe kissing her would always be the same.
As if I was tasting her for the first time.
Enjoying have her in my arms for the first time.
Whatever the case, the sweet taste of cinnamon and something tangy like Dr. Pepper not only assaulted my senses but also made me crave tasting every inch of her.
With her legs wrapped around my hips, my thoughts were decidedly filthy. I was ready to devour her with a damn spoon.
She was fighting for control, tugging on my hair, moaning into the kiss and shifting the weight of her body in such a way my cock was at full attention. It was straining against my jeans, for fuck’s sake.
As usual, the feisty vixen knew exactly what she was doing to me. Of course she did. Teasing me relentlessly.
But if she thought for a second that I’d allow her to get by with this without some form of punishment, she was wrong. I debated where to take her until the pretty horse provided a not-so-subtle whinny.
That gave me one damn good idea.
With her in my arms, I headed to the stairs leading to the loft. They were old and somewhat rickety, open at the back and unable to see, after the second step, I stumbled forward.
The kiss was broken, her laugh lilting and my hunger off the charts.
“What are you doing?” Breathless and her eyes open wide, my Palomino Girl was prepared to drive me crazy.
“Anything I want.”
She gave me a heated look, but fortunately, I could tell she had no intention of playing hard to get. Especially since by time I made it to the landing, she’d all but ripped my shirt off.
With one hand on the railing, I struggled to get it over my head, tossing it away.
Her laugh brought such a wave of hunger I was shocked my jeans were intact.
“Nice shot,” she mused and rubbed one hand down my chest. Every time her fingers touched me, I was pushed to a point of needing her like some crack addict.
She was my nemesis and I couldn’t seem to get enough. I’d put more time trying to convince some guys I knew from the rodeo circuit to come out and help than I’d originally thought I would. I’d even sold the damn charity without knowing any details.
And why? Because of her.
Because all I wanted to do was to please her.
As soon as I lowered her onto her feet, she quickly glanced over the open railing toward the area below. “Someone might pop in and see us.” She backed away, enough out of reach I could grab her.
“They could hear us too. I’m betting they will.”
“That much of a wild man?”
As soon as she yanked off her shirt, I shook my head. “I am, a beast you shouldn’t tease.” I wasn’t about to waste any time. We’d waited long enough. With a hard yank, I jerked off one boot, forced to hop forward.
Her laugh caught my attention all over again. The little brat.
I wrangled with my other boot, finally jerking my foot free. By that point, my patience was gone. With two long strides, I had her in my arms.
We ripped at each other’s clothes, Kenzie laughing. Her intense eyes roamed my body as she yanked at my belt buckle, finally able to unbutton my jeans.
Another laugh echoed in the space when I pushed her arms away, now walking her backward as I unfastened her jeans. If she thought she was going to be allowed any control, she was sorely wrong. I bent her knee, tugging off one shoe then the other.
The frenzy continued until we were both completely naked.
When I cupped her breasts, she offered a saucy look while crawling her fingers down my chest.
“You’re a temptress.” Lowering my head, I nipped her already taut nipples, teasing them with my tongue. As with every other inch of her skin, they tasted so sweet.
I took my time while she was tormenting me, stroking the base of my cock. The buildup was at a dangerous level.
She was obviously enjoying herself, glancing into my eyes while rolling my testicles between her fingers. I don’t know if she believed this was some standoff, but I had every intention of winning.
I yanked her hands free again, giving her a stern look. “Be a good girl.”
“Never.” She adored proving her point, pushing me aside and heading toward the stairs. Of course, I knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
However, the tease was something a red-blooded American boy couldn’t pass up.
I allowed her to reach the landing before grabbing her arm, not only yanking her back by several feet but also pushing her against the railing.
If she really wanted to tempt fate, then I was all for it. I had no fear of her father. In fact, I was ready and eager to shove our relationship into his face and Wade’s too.
She grinned and threw her arms across the railing, acting as if she wasn’t bothered in the least about being somewhat in the open.
So I did what any overstimulated man would do when presented with something so delicious.
I dropped to my knees, immediately spreading her legs open.
“Oh, you are not,” she moaned.
“Yes, I am.” As soon as I blew across her pussy, she threw her head back.
“You are so bad. So…” She obviously had underestimated me, her voice waning as she glanced over her shoulder toward the door.
“Yeah, I am. But I thought you already knew that.” I wasn’t in the mood for taking time. So I pulled the sweet, tender flesh of her clit into my mouth and sucked.
“Oh, sweet Jesus.” Every expression was dramatic, a telling statement of both the woman and her desires. After a full minute, she placed her hand on top of my head as if holding me in place. When I flicked the tip of my tongue back and forth, she raked her fingers through my long strands.
Every swipe of my tongue was met with a strangled set of moans that were oddly melodic. She clung to the railing with one hand and when I drove a single finger into her tight pussy, she pulled my hair, enough so there was a flash of pain.
But all I could do was smile. The lady could be as rough as she wanted to be. I’d enjoy every second.
She wiggled in my hold, fighting with letting go. Every muscle was tense, her long eyelashes skimming across her cheeks.
I could swear her skin was glowing in the waning light of the sun coming in through the window behind us.
There was no doubt her tiny nub was already sensitive.
I could tell by the way she shifted back and forth, even pushing me.
If she believed she would be able to break the connection, she was dead wrong.
With my cock in tremendous pain, I couldn’t handle much more of the foreplay. But I did want to taste her sweet nectar, enjoying her juice sliding down the back of my throat.
“Oh…” She fisted my hair the moment I drove my tongue deep inside her tight little channel.
I’d been doing little more than thinking about her. After she’d left, I’d remained in the damn hotel, lying on the bed and thinking about her. When I’d called my brother to come pick me up, he’d laughed the entire drive to my cabin.
I hadn’t blamed or chastised him because she’d lingered on my mind.
So had the charity.
And what little I knew about how her father handled business. I’d do some checking on the man. I knew a few people. The last thing I would allow was for him to drag her into danger or into the chance of losing her ability to practice law.
The bastard would face my wrath if he dared try to hurt her more than he already had.
With the taste of her in my mouth, her body writhing in my hold, and the sound of her soft mews, I had to face facts. I was falling hard for this woman, something I’d never intended on doing, but had known if she’d dared walk back into my life, I’d find it impossible to resist her.
And look where I was, hungry like a wolf.
Soon she was tossing her head from side to side. I could tell she was close to a climax so I backed off, enjoying the way she took gasping pants.
“I need to… come,” she muttered.
“When I allow it.”
“Oh, no, you don’t. I can’t take it.”
I rubbed my lips on the inside of one thigh, slowly lifting my head. “Oh, but you will, Palomino Girl. You’ll take everything I dish out.”
She licked her voluptuous lips, her grin as close to maniacal as I’d seen. “Just remember… I do get even.”
“Mmm… I’d like to see you try.” Her scent infused my senses, more intoxicating than before. I finally lost myself in the activity, moving from slow and easy to a frantic speed. I knew the second when she wouldn’t be able to hold back.
“Jesus. I can’t… I mean…”
“Come for me.”
There was no holding back. She was sweet putty in my hands.
And with another swipe of my rough tongue, she orgasmed.
I’d enjoyed beautiful women orgasming before. I was no saint, but every time Kenzie did, I was struck by just how much I craved her doing so again.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Her body stiffened and she slapped her hand across her lips, perhaps embarrassed she was screaming while a man was feasting on her sweet pussy inside a glorified barn.
Something a little dirty, a little dangerous.
Her heart-shaped mouth twisted in pleasure, but there was also a look of fury. I knew her well enough and had seen the look countless times. She didn’t like being out of control. Not with her clients. Not with criminals.
Certainly not with her father.
Or with me.
Well, she’d need to learn I had no intention of allowing her to take control around me.
Call me possessive.
Call me a rough man.
Call me an asshole.
I didn’t much care. But I did care about her.
Pleasing her.
Taunting her.
Feasting.
And fucking.
Which was exactly what I was about to do.
As she continued ripping at my hair, I realized how much I enjoyed her being the wild child I’d always known her to be. I refused to stop, dragging my tongue up and down in lingering strokes until one climax rolled with ease into a sweet wave.
This time, her scream was silent.
I was breaking her down bit by bit.
When she finally dropped her head, panting with an open mouth, I noticed her eyes were dilated. I’d never had that effect on a woman before.