by Em Petrova
Confusion fogged her already sex-hazed mind. “Needed to know what?”
“If I imagined it or you really like it a l’il bit rough.”
Gawd…she did. She really did.
* * * * *
Christ, she was exquisite, a work of art. All buttery-soft skin and spatterings of freckles. He wanted to lie next to her and locate each area the sun had kissed and left behind its mark. And here he’d thought those few freckles on her nose would be his torment. But then he’d seen the dusting across the tops of her shoulders. And the crests of her breasts.
He bit back a growl as he lowered his teeth to her bared breast once more. Small and perky. Perfect.
When he licked one straining nipple, it beaded harder on his tongue. Fuck, he loved a responsive woman, and Brennah drove him to the brink of insanity.
Her whimpers grew throatier, and he knew she liked each time he grazed her nipple with his teeth. Hell, his cock throbbed, testing the limitations of his fly. All he wanted to do was spread her wide and sink into her warm, slippery core.
Taking a chance, he sucked her nipple hard and lightly nibbled the tip.
“Dane!”
Oh yeah, she liked her bedroom play rough, all right. How far would she let him go?
This darker need inside him rarely surfaced. For all her teasing, Liz liked her foreplay to be a game of cat and mouse, and he’d usually seen her prancing just out of his reach in sexy lingerie. But once he caught her, she proved to be pretty vanilla.
Brennah hardly knew him, shouldn’t trust him.
But she does.
His breaths came faster at that thought. How far would she go with him?
He withdrew and watched her face closely as he fondled one nipple to a turgid peak. When the flesh grew dark pink with desire, he closed his fingers around the bud and squeezed.
She gasped.
Pinching harder, he studied her reaction. Nothing but pleasure crossed her beautiful features, and fuck, he was going to come in his Levi’s.
“Can you take more, baby doll?” he grated out.
She nodded. “Harder…”
Fucking hell. She’d kill him before the night was through.
Clamping his fingers around her nipple, he pinched a bit harder. She bucked upward, eyes squeezed shut and a silent cry on her open mouth.
He released her nipple and claimed her lips for a long, tongue-dueling moment while he gathered his control. His cock head swelled behind his fly, and he felt pre-cum bead at the tip.
When he tore his mouth from the kiss, she grabbed his nape and shoved him down to her breasts again. A wildness broke free inside him, like a horse harnessed far too long, and he moved between her breasts, licking, sucking, biting and teasing each until she couldn’t hold still any longer.
To his shock, she pressed on his head again, pushing him lower.
Hell, he’d take that cue any day.
He moved down her belly, raining kisses on her taut, unblemished flesh. When he reached a small raised patch of skin on her lower abdomen, he glanced up. “Surgery?”
Her brown eyes, glazed over with ecstasy, cleared a bit as she answered his question. “Appendix.”
“How old were you?”
“Eleven.”
Continuing lower, he inhaled deep breaths of her feminine scent. Soap, something light and fresh, and the farther he worked down her body, the more the delicious scent of her arousal pulled him on.
Pausing, he hooked his fingers into her lightweight cotton sweats. Knowing she didn’t have on a stitch underneath them made his cock jerk hard against his fly.
“Dane…”
He swallowed hard. Please don’t ask me to stop.
He needed to see her pussy, to thumb apart her wet folds and plunge his tongue deep inside to taste all the sweetness she was giving to him. She drove him crazy, and he had to end this craving for her.
“Take off my clothes. Then take off yours.” Her words didn’t register in his mind at first, and then he gave her a crooked smile.
“I always say, never deny your lover.” He slowly dragged her pants down over her hips, under the round cheeks of her ass and over her warm, smooth thighs. He yanked them off the rest of the way and tossed them aside.
Christ, he never thought he’d be so affected by the sight of a woman. Living in Vegas, he’d seen more naked than clothed. But never one as stunning and untouched as Brennah.
A flush rose on her skin as he skimmed his gaze over her from toes to the ends of her hair. “Say something,” she whispered after a long moment.
“I can’t.” His throat nearly closed on the words. “There aren’t words for how fucking beautiful you are.”
Her belly dipped with her sharp inhalation, and a soft smile teased the corners of her lips. “Your turn. I want to see you.”
* * * * *
When the gorgeous cowboy climbed off the mattress and stood at the side of the bed, looking down into her eyes, her nerves kicked in.
He was big and strong.
But he won’t hurt me. She knew that like she knew the sky was blue.
She’d never been with a man who was so...so much man. Tattoos danced across his chiseled flesh. As he flicked open his belt, she couldn’t tear her gaze from the tendons in his forearms. Then he shoved the denim down his hips and she could see why he was so good at this.
He moved like a male dancer. Was he putting on a show for her? Did she care? This was a once in a lifetime chance, and she wouldn’t miss the moment for the world.
As he kicked off his boots, he held her stare. Then he shoved off his jeans and stood in only black, tight boxer shorts. The bulge in the front looked bigger than anything she’d seen in person, and she didn’t know whether to jump up and run or move closer for a better look.
“Don’t be scared of me.” His rough tone whispered across her bare skin, leaving behind goosebumps.
“I’m not.” She found her response to be true. She burned for Dane like nothing else.
He twitched his hips, dipped a hand into his boxers and stroked himself.
A shudder ran through her.
Removing his hand, he gave her a slow, easy grin. “Not yet, baby doll. I said I’d eat this pretty pussy, and I keep my promises.”
Without shedding another stitch of clothing, he climbed over her again. Starting at the beginning, he kissed her in slow, soft, lingering passes of his mouth that had her shaking for more. Then he sucked and kissed each breast ’til she begged.
When he finally settled between her thighs, he flicked a dark look at her. “Hold on tight. I have a feelin’ this is gonna be a wild ride for both of us.”
He sank his tongue between her pussy lips, tunneling deeper and deeper until he found her soaking center. She thrashed in bliss and fisted the sheets. God, the rough feel of his beard against her thighs, his scorching tongue…
Gasping, she held her breath for a dizzying moment as he explored her. He ruffled her folds with his tongue and located her hard clit. Pressing down briefly—too briefly—he stole her mind.
He was gone once more, working down her seam in a series of sucking bites. She’d had few experiences with oral sex, but she might as well be a virgin, because none of them compared to Dane’s ministrations.
He mastered the art of driving a woman mad, and he knew how to use the skill to keep her begging for more. Which she was. Loudly.
As he sucked her hard pearl into his mouth and swathed his tongue over it, she rocked her hips. More, more, more, her mind chanted. Her hands landed on the steel of his shoulders, and she splayed her fingers over the width, reveling in how big he actually was.
Liquid heat squeezed from her folds, and he rumbled a moan against her pussy. The vibration spiked her desire ten more notches. Deep inside, a string tightened. Another lick of his tongue and she’d snap. Another…
He slid a finger up her inner thigh and probed at her center. He circled her entrance with insane slowness.
Arching, she cried o
ut his name.
Thrusting his finger to the first knuckle wasn’t nearly enough for her brand of need—she pushed down and took his digit all the way to the palm.
His growl and her moan mingled in the air. Slowly, he withdrew his finger, nibbling her clit at the same time. Electric waves burned through her, leaving her shaking like she’d touched a live wire. But nothing prepared her for when he thrust not one but two fingers high and deep inside her.
* * * * *
Hell, she was coming apart for him. Her body shook in his hold, and damn if he could stop pounding his fingers into her tight sheath as he lapped up every drop of her cum.
His cock pulsated, and he closed his eyes to battle back his own release, which teetered far too close for his sanity. He wasn’t a raw-boned teenager—he could hold his own for a lonnnnng time and planned to prove as much.
Juices trickled down her folds, and he collected them on his tongue. The rhythmic squeezes of her inner walls on his fingers almost did him in, though.
Glancing up from between her splayed thighs, he watched her wriggle and writhe for him. When had he last seen something so unrehearsed and pure?
Reaching up her body with his free hand, he teased her breast. She tightened down on his fingers again, pulling at him almost, and then she collapsed on the bed, arms flung wide and cheeks pink.
He loved her with his mouth for long minutes, working her right back up to where they began. The moment he plunged his cock inside her, he wanted her panting for him.
“Dane. Oh God…” She met his stare, and something sharp slammed him in the heart, leaving him feeling he’d just been stabbed or struck by a bolt of lightning. Probably the lightning. A punishment for taking this woman he shouldn’t have.
No Moon would turn back from her, though, and he was his father’s son. If he woke in Hell, he’d meet the flames with a grin of satisfaction.
With a slow movement, he pulled his fingers free of her body. She mewled when he followed up with his tongue to suck the last of her cream.
The single condom in his possession sat in his wallet. He better make this one chance count.
Leaning to the side, he extended one arm and felt around for his wallet. He held her gaze as he pulled the packet out of the inside.
“Just one.” He held the condom between two fingers for her to see.
“It isn’t enough.” Her breathless tone rocked his control.
He nodded. “I haven’t been with a woman in months, but I’d never touch you without all the tests and precautions, baby doll. You deserve that.”
“I…” Redness flooded her cheeks. “I have a whole box in my nightstand.”
He blinked. Either the beautiful vet got around more than he guessed or she came prepared for any eventuality.
Gliding up her body, he claimed her lips in a soft swirling of tongues. “I don’t care how many men you have waiting in line, Brennah girl. After I put on this condom and slide into your tight pussy, you’re mine.”
Chapter Seven
The promise in Dane’s words should frighten her, but she could only lie there and shiver at the dark emotion he rose inside her, as he staked his claim on her.
When he ran her hands over his spine and kissed her, she never knew passion, bliss and desire could be rolled into one. The intensity of her first release still shook her, and small aftershocks pleasantly worked through her core.
His erection dug into her lower belly, less frightening now. Curiosity took hold, and she reached between them and cupped him.
Dane stilled, amber eyes glittering down at her.
“Let me touch you,” she whispered.
He gave a rough shake of his head. “Can’t hold off if you do. I want you too fucking bad, Brennah.”
She heard what he said, but that didn’t mean she had to obey him, right?
She closed her fingers around the base of his shaft and explored upward a total of one inch before he grabbed her wrist and pinned her to the bed. With the other hand, he stuck the condom packet in his mouth and tore it open with his teeth. Then with more precision than she could guess at, he reached down and slipped the condom in place.
Hitching her thighs upward, she opened herself to him. “Take me. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Jesus hell.” He grated out the words as he dropped his forehead against hers. For five full heartbeats, he didn’t move. Tenderness washed up in her, and she acted on instinct, putting her arms around him and wrapping her thighs around his hips.
A shudder ripped through him with a power that stole all thoughts from her mind. When he poised at her entrance, they shared a look. Then he pushed inside her. Oh, so slow.
Pleasure tore down her spine and heat spread through her veins. She clung to Dane’s broad body. Halfway inside her, he stopped. “Look at me when I fill you, baby doll.”
A brand-new ripple ran through her, this one of emotion. She could tell herself not to get too close to the cowboy, but too late for logical thinking. Actually, all things logical had incinerated the minute she opened her door and saw him standing on her porch.
Meeting his gaze, a shivery breath escaped her lips. “Dane…”
He plunged deep. The head of his cock hit her innermost point, and they both froze. Did he feel the same bolts of electricity she did?
He buried his face against her throat, inhaling deep. “Christ, baby doll. I’ve never known such sweetness in my whole life.”
His words raised thoughts of a hurt little boy and a man who’d made some bad decisions in his life. Something inside her drove her to give him more of herself, more sweetness he seemed to long for.
Turning her mouth against his temple, she pressed soft kisses there. “I haven’t been with anybody in a long time. Don’t leave me hanging here.”
Her words had the effect she wanted. He grunted a laugh and began to move.
Each slow grind of his hips sent her flying higher. The tightness building inside drew moans from her lips. When he added his guttural, animalistic growls to the mix, no way could she hold on to sanity. She rocked with him, their bodies slapping harder, faster, until the rhythm grew jerky.
The throb of his cock inside her shot her so high up to the heavens, and she exploded in a white streak of light behind her eyes. Pleasure struck for long, breathless moments, her mouth open on a scream that never sounded.
In her arms, Dane stiffened. She opened her eyes in time to watch the ecstasy gallop over his ruggedly handsome features as he poured his release into her.
* * * * *
What. The. Ever-lovin’. Hell. Was. That?
Big John or his thugs had bludgeoned him over the head. Must be it. The things revolving through Dane’s mind and playing in the vicinity of his heart couldn’t have come from having sex.
Sure, Brennah was fantastic. But she wasn’t a miracle worker.
Then why did he feel as though he’d woken from a coma as a better man?
She snuggled against his side, eyes closed, and he studied the sweep of her lashes over her flushed skin. Her flavors on his lips already had him aroused and ready for round two. But the extreme protectiveness he felt having her in his arms confused the hell out of him.
Maybe she was more than a veterinarian—she was a witch. She bewitched him, made him crave her. They weren’t exactly strangers, but they didn’t know each other well. Hell, she didn’t know him at all—she thought she went to bed with a good man. Nothing could be further from the truth.
If he was smart, he’d get up and leave her. But damn if he could find a way to force himself to move.
A soft noise escaped her lips, and he looked down to find her staring at him. She blushed. Christ, had he ever even had a woman capable of blushing?
“What is it?” His voice came out too thick.
“It’s just that…you’re…beautiful. And I’m…me.”
He held her gaze until she looked away. Then he used his knuckles under her chin to draw her face up again. “What does that mean
? You think you’re somehow less?”
“Dane.” Discomfort rang in her tone.
“No, we’re discussin’ this. I need to know what’s going on in your mind.”
“I know what I am.”
“And that is?”
“A nerdy woman who loves animals more than most people.”
He chuckled. “Hell, that’s most of us in this world. Animals are usually so much more likable.”
“That isn’t what I mean.”
He looked over her beautiful features, the cloud of freckles across the bridge of her nose, up to her warm brown hair tangled on the pillowcase next to him. “You don’t have a damn clue how gorgeous you are, do you?”
She sucked in sharply. “Dane.”
Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and flipped her beneath him again. She squeaked as her spine hit the sheets, but silenced when he brought his naked body over hers. For good measure, he got hold of her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“Enough arguin’ with me, woman.”
She giggled. “And if I do?”
“I’ll bite you.”
A shiver ran through her. “Where?” she rasped.
He leaned in and gently nipped her lower lip.
She cried out. “Where else?”
Hell, she really did give up everything when she was in bed, didn’t she? Did she do that with anybody or only him?
A growl escaped him at the thought of her with another man, and he kissed her long and deep. Just when she began to respond, he drew back and ran his stubbled jaw between her breasts. She gasped and writhed under him.
“Where”—her breath hitched—“else?”
He nuzzled her belly. “Where else would you like?”
“I…”
Ah, yes, she acted bold until prompted to tell him what she wanted.
“Say it.”
“I liked…when you used your fingers in me.”
His eyelids drooped and for a long minute, he battled with the urge to drive into her, condom or not. Then he got hold of himself.
Slowly, he walked his fingers over her belly, down her mound of curls and grazed his fingertips over her clit on the way. She let her thighs fall apart, giving him total access. Giving herself up to him.
