Felicia walked across the room, grabbed the pillow from the middle of the bed and tossed it against the headboard. “Take your pants off,” she demanded.
He blinked. “Wow, that was fast.”
“Slow down there, Suave. I’m going to help with your leg. After all, I’m half the cause for the pain.”
“No, you’re not. This happens a lot.”
“Don’t make me take the jeans off myself, mister.” She planted her palms on her tilted hips and he realized there was no use in quarreling. And really, when a beautiful woman requested that a man take his pants off, why would he argue?
“Warning, I’m not wearing any boxers.”
One corner of her lips curled. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen it before. Remember?”
Slipping off his jeans, he rounded the bed and slid between the sheets, pushing his wounded leg out from the cover. The softness of the cotton felt good against his warm and rigid cock that ached for a massage too.
****
What Felicia noticed was his lack of clothing. The sheet draped over his hips was nothing more than the ribbon on a Christmas gift. From his wide shoulders, broad chest, and the tapering of slender hips…she became hungry. Her gaze recoiled back to his wide chest, and the tenting of the sheet made her smile. “Nice.”
“Can’t promise my body will behave.”
“Not sure I’d be happy if it did,” she admitted and sat down next to his hip. Suddenly, she was engulfed by his warmth and craved crawling into bed with him, but first things first…
She laid her hands on his muscular leg, the crisp, unruly hair tickled her palms as she rubbed the tight skin and muscle. Sliding her hands over his taut skin, burrowing her fingers deep into the scars, he moaned and she looked up, meeting his tawdry gaze. “Does it hurt?”
“More than you could ever know.”
There was more to his words than met the eye. She continued massaging his leg, moving her fingers along his knee and inner thigh, the sheet brushing against her knuckles and feeling the heat radiating from his body. She smoothed her tongue over her trembling lips. “Better?’
“Much.”
“I’m going to have to turn my attention to other parts of your body.”
He blew out a long breath and he rubbed his hand down his cheek. “Damn. Stop teasing me. You can’t realize how much turmoil I’m containing on the inside.”
“I have a confession.” She stood up. “I didn’t come here to talk.” She lifted her fingers to the neckline of the dress and with a twist of her wrist, the material slid from her shoulders, down her legs, and puddled at her ankles. His eyes turned three different shades of colors. Standing there naked, her nipples bunching and her inner thighs quaking, she waited, allowing him to get a good look, loving how his jaw tightened and his hands clenched.
“Come here,” he said in a throaty voice.
She didn’t think, but just took a step to the edge of the bed and bent over him, keeping their gazes connected. “Can you keep secrets, Dade?”
He shrugged. “I’m not one to kiss and tell either, angel.”
“That’s good enough for me.” She lowered her mouth to his and the sizzle of the kiss made her toes tingle. He pressed the seam of her lips, as if asking if he could sample her mouth. She opened to his urgency and groaned as his tongue slipped deep inside. His arms came up to wrap around her waist as he dragged her down upon his body. She felt every hard coiled muscle, the sinewy plane of his chest. His hands traveled down her bare back before pressing his fingers into the flesh of her hips. The feel of his erection pressing against her stomach almost sent her spiraling out of control. The desire she had for this man was far deeper than imaginable, and scared her to death. She should jump from his bed and run the hell away, far, without looking back, but she was caught in a cloudlike web, and there was nothing she could do but enjoy the ride.
His lips brushed her cheek, leaving a scorching heat that burrowed into her blood. He left a trail of kisses until he reached her ear, licking and nibbling the nub. Tingles cascaded through her, pooling between her thighs.
“Tonight I tried to resist coming here. I wanted to deny myself this pleasure, but it’s no use. I crave your touch. I yearn for our bodies to connect, to become one,” she whispered.
“I’m glad you came.” He lowered his head to kiss her neck, her shoulder, the dip between her collarbones.
He tugged her over his body, bringing her to the bed. He pulled away just enough so that he could draw an invisible heated line down her body. Her nerve endings awakened under his stare, goosebumps marring her skin. She shivered, but not from the cold. She saw something so primal, so needful in his gaze that all doubt drifted from her. “I wondered if you would send me away.”
He chuckled and his sexy smile made her clit throb. “Are you crazy? There are some things in life that a man can’t turn away. You, sweetheart, are at the top of my list.” He ran one finger down her cheek, to her mouth, and tapping his finger on her lips. His hands drifted lower, to her breasts where her nipples ached for attention. He brushed his callused palm over one mound and a delicious sensation filled her blood. “You’re a beautiful woman, Felicia. A rare beauty that deserves to be worshiped.”
“I wouldn’t choose any other man.”
He pushed his fingers through her hair, capturing her in his palm. “Those lips—those freaking delectable lips. I could kiss you all night and still not get enough of your taste.”
“I’m up for testing that theory.” She walked her fingers down his cheek, along his hard jawline, and swept them down his lean neck.
A warm chuckle escaped his lips and his eyes lit up like the stars she’d seen on her way to his cabin. He pressed his body against hers and her nipples blossomed into a cluster of nerve endings. She wanted to touch him, all over, learn him like the curves and lines on a map. Scooting her fingers down his chest, she came to his bulging cock and wrapped her fingers around his large girth. He was satin smooth and warm. She began to move her fingers, slowly, deliberately.
“Damn, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” His husky voice vibrated her breasts.
“Don’t say those words. I have my mind set on having multiple orgasms, so I need you alive and well.”
He laughed and she gently squeezed him. “No worries, sweetheart. Tonight I’ll bring you pleasure.”
His promise sent wave after wave of sweet shock to her core. “I have had something on my mind since we were in the hotel room.”
“Yeah, what’s that?”
She placed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back against the bed. “I like to give as well as receive.” She winked as she licked her way down his abs and stopped at his navel to give it a playful nip. A deep moan drifted from his chest.
“I like the sound of that.”
“Mmm…If you’re as smooth in other activities as you are at talking, I bet I’m going to love what you can do.”
She left his flat stomach and followed the trail of dark hair to his pubic bone, then brought her mouth to the head of his cock. A pearl of pre-cum glistened on the slit, tempting her with the musky scent of sex and the deliciousness of a virile cowboy. Darting her tongue out she lapped up the salty goodness and her mouth watered. She swirled her tongue along his head until finally diving her mouth over him, taking him deep against her throat. He moaned and lifted his hips, all ten of his fingers digging into her hair, massaging her scalp. With each gliding of her mouth, each suckling of her taut lips, his body grew harder and his breathing became ragged. There was nothing sexier than knowing a man’s moans were because of her, and that he wanted her too.
Without warning, he pulled his cock from her mouth and with urgency, he flipped her onto her back and she bounced, but came to an immediate stop when he pressed his brawny body against hers. She started to touch him, but he caught her by surprise when he grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her arms high above her head. Holding her captive with one hand.
“I want t
o touch you,” she whimpered.
“Yeah, and I want to burst, but not so fast. Just relax and let me show you what I’m really good at.”
“Oh. My….” She squirmed when he licked her lips, her chin, her neck, and suckled each breast before continuing on the path to a part of her that was pounding with need. Her skin was scattered with goosebumps, and her core became the focus of her every thought and every emotion. She needed the fire extinguished and fast. She parted her thighs wide, inviting him to hurry, but he paused at her stomach and gently nibbled the skin before continuing downward. She’d never wanted a man more. Never knew it was possible to be willing to plead for his touch.
“I…need…you!”
“Yes, sweetheart,” he murmured against her pubic bone. “We have all night and I plan to use every single second of time to take you to heaven, not once, not twice, but more times than you’ll know.” He stared at her core. “I love how you have a line of hair here.” He tapped his finger against the thin stripe.
He came back up and closed his mouth over her breast, tugging the nipple with his teeth. Shots of tingles darted through the mound. She almost flew into a million pieces under his torture. She tugged her fingers into his hair, pulling and nicking his scalp. She could barely contain herself. His hard cock brushed her pussy lips and her hips moved in their own dance of desire. How much more torture could she take before she imploded?
“Felicia?”
She opened her eyes, finding him looking down at her, sincerity in his expression. The softness of his expression almost brought tears to her eyes.
“Although I’m not one to kiss and tell, I’ll also never deny this…or you. I’m not a liar, nor a man who would ever deny how much he cares for a woman. Got that?”
She nodded. At that point, she would have walked into the pits of hell if he asked her too. That’s what desire could do to a person. Turn them inside out and take no prisoners.
He swirled his hips and his cock pushed against the apex of her thighs. There was no mistaking that he wanted her too. An invisible tug came between her tingling nipples to her throbbing clit.
He slid down her body, not stopping this time as he settled his head between her thighs. Expectation made her throat constrict, but his tongue didn’t touch her right away. Seconds passed and then it came, the brush of his tongue over the moist slit. She melted into the mattress, yet floated in a cloud of pure cowboy desire. He licked her pussy in long strides, sliding his tongue inside of her, then swirling her clit. He blew a raspberry on the flesh and she almost jumped out her skin. Her back arched and complete heaven washed over her as she reached climax. A cry spilled from her lips filling the small cabin in sweet sounds of joy.
He kissed her thighs, her pubic area, and her stomach. “I do believe you like my mouth on you, sweetheart.”
“I’ve never wanted to shout at the top of my lungs more in my life.”
“Then I don’t need to ask if that was satisfying.”
“I’d say hell yeah.”
He chuckled. “You turn me on like nothing imaginable.”
“And you, cowboy, are amazing. That body. Those hands. Those freaking lips. Where have you been all of my life?”
He moved up her body and his cock jutted against her center, causing her to squeal in delight. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind next time I make you angry.”
“Angry? How could I ever be angry with you?” she said in the after effects of her astonishing orgasm. “In fact, I don’t think I’ll feel anything but pure bliss from this point on.”
He shifted and she watched him reach into the bedside table drawer, grab a small packet, and rip it open. “Good thing I was told to always be prepared.” He winked. “Never used one before, but I did practice when I was a teen.”
“Wow…are those extra-large?”
“You’re going to make a grown man blush.”
“Oh like you don’t know it’s true.”
Condom in place, he situated himself between her thighs and she lifted her hips high to meet the end of his protected cock. He slowly eased inside of her and she groaned in pleasure. The slick slide of his body filling her, stretching her muscles to accept him was beyond what she could have ever believed possible—she wanted to chant at the top of her lungs. He was a large man and she felt every inch until he was deep inside, plunging in and out.
Wanting to have him as deep as he would go, she wrapped her legs around his waist and eased them higher, locking her ankles tight around his ass. It changed the depth of his reach and she swore he touched her in a place she’d never known existed. Deep in her soul. She watched his face, the change of expression, how he reminded her of a man thrust into the middle of an ocean. She kidded his cheek, the corner of his mouth. “Breathe, sweetheart,” she whispered.
“Damn, I can’t.” He nuzzled his head against her shoulder, nibbling the skin there. His movements became jerkier. “Fuck. Do all pussies feel so freaking great? So tight and wet? I think you’re going to break if off.”
“Just for the record…no.” She smiled. “But don’t worry. I’ve never broken one yet.”
Every rock of his body, every movement made her body unbearably sensitized. His thrusts took on a rhythm of pleasure, one that sent trickles of pleasure up and down her body, erasing everything inside of her mind except their bodies united in implausible pleasure. She dug her heels into his ass, urging him to take on a faster rhythm, harder.
He understood. He shifted and dragged her knees upward, high against his chest, containing them with his weight. She’d never been in this position before and it was absolutely mind blowing. He not only pressed against the wall of her pussy, but he had perfect reach of her G-spot. As he took on a rhythm that was faster, their bodies molded together, he slammed in and out of her, and she braced herself with her hands against the headboard. His pelvic bone brushed her clit and she thought she’d implode.
His body tightened and she knew he was getting closer.
“Come with me, Felicia,” he whispered.
His warm breath against her cheek was all the encouragement she needed, but when he laid his finger on her clit and tugged the fleshy head, she thought she’d burst through the ceiling and hit a cloud. He lowered his mouth over hers as she cried out in pure satisfaction. Together they rode the waves until they were spent and satiated.
CHAPTER TEN
HIS BREATHING FINALLY slowed while Dade held Felicia close in the nook of his arm. Her exotic scent drifted to his nose, mingling with the musky scent of sex. He’d never smelled anything better. It was a perfume that engulfed him, seeped through his chest and squeezed his heart into submission.
He’d never been with a woman this way before, couldn’t compare what they’d shared to anything, but he was sure that what they’d done together rated off the charts hot. In fact, he’d be willing to bet that they’d come together like a cyclone and a volcano. And his dick stayed semi-hard as if at any moment the opportunity would arise for more.
He shifted, but kept his hold on her, not wanting to break the contact. Not yet. She moaned lazily and he smiled. “Me too, angel.”
She slid her fingers along his cheek and threaded them into his hair. “So tell me, if you’ve never been with a woman fully, how’s it that you are a skilled lover?” Her voice was soft and husky.
He shrugged. “Maybe it’s all because of the one I’m with?” He kissed the top of her head.
“Well, just so we’re clear, you’re the best lover I’ve ever had. Those moves…those wildly intoxicating moves!” She chuckled. “I’m still all tingly. I think my toes are forever curled.”
“I love how you don’t hesitate in saying what’s on your mind. And you’re very good at building a man’s ego.”
“Not used to that, huh?”
“Nope, but I’ll expect it from now on.”
She lifted her chin and looked at him. “The ex-girlfriend was sweet and the kind you take home to mama?”
“Oh, my paren
ts loved her. I think they had been planning the wedding secretly from the time I told them I’d met a girl.”
“And the day it ended there were a lot of broken hearts, eh?”
“Honestly, not mine. I felt a sense of relief. I mean, I cared for her, but if we’d married, we wouldn’t have made it long. We were two different people wanting two different things.” He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger, then let it drop. “You know about my past love life, but what about you? Have there been a few?” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, but he could handle the answer. At least he hoped.
“A few so far.”
Had she just said ‘so far’? Why did that feel like a stake going through his heart? Damn, boy, don’t allow your emotions to rule. He felt her shiver. “You getting cold?”
“A little.”
He pulled the sheet over them and laid his arm over her. They warmed up quickly with their naked bodies pressed together. His gut ached to start another round, but he was also very satisfied with laying there and holding her. He enjoyed looking at her—the depths of her beautiful eyes, the pale color of her skin with a scattering of light freckles, the heart shape of her face…she was the definition of sexy. Her hair was spread over the pillow, looking darker against the white pillow. He loved the fact that he’d brought her pleasure—the ‘best’ as she’d put it. That pumped his chest, although he didn’t have sex with her to put a notch on his bedpost. He made love with her because he desired her, and she desired him too. He’d always remember how tight she’d been, how her body had gripped his and together they’d reached orgasm. He had no clue what tomorrow would bring, but he refused to allow repercussions to slither in like a snake and ruin the cloud engulfing them. There was time enough to think about consequences, but tonight he wanted to hold her.
She snuggled deeper into his side and he sighed. “Perfect,” he whispered into her hair.
“The accident has changed you, hasn’t it?”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “When I was here last, before the accident, you were this young man, always smiling, maybe even a bit on the naïve side. So, really, I shouldn’t have been surprised that you’d never been with a woman.”
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