Catch Me A Cowboy (28 page)

His deep growl vibrating against her nipple confirmed her suspicions that he liked it a little rough. He kneaded the heavy weight of her breast with one hand while sucking the nipple of her other. His mouth was hot, his tongue course silk. When she couldn't take any more, pleasure piercing her low and violently, he nipped the nipple with his lips.

She gripped hard to his hair again as sensation scattered across her skin and arrowed to her core. She was aching, mindless.

‘Wil …' It slipped from her mouth saturated with desperation. She couldn't manage anything more. She didn't need to, he understood her desire.

His mouth was on hers again, his powerful body, masoned from solid muscle, hovered above her. His tanned flesh was misted with perspiration. He was long, strong and ruggedly elegant. Just to look at him stoked the desire long dormant in her bones and blood. He claimed her mouth with a rough, impatient kiss. She gripped his arse through his jeans and reared her pelvis up to meet his shaft.

‘You need these jeans off,' she rasped. ‘I want you inside me. God. Please. I …
neeeeed
you.' He had worked her into a state of frenzy. She had never felt like this before, lost to his touch, desperation to be satiated writhing under her skin.

He chuckled against her throat and lifted himself until he was kneeling between her legs. He unbuttoned his jeans then slid the zipper down. She raised onto her elbows and sat up before gripping the rim of his jeans and sliding them down his thighs. Next, his underwear. His shaft sprung out, rigid. It was so thick and long, ribbed with veins. The head glistened with his arousal. She reached for it, gripped the wide root and slid her hand along the length all the way to the tip. Wil's head rolled back, his eyes squeezed shut. She had to taste him. No thought needed, it was a compulsion. She leant forward until she was on her knees and her lips enclosed over the tight head.

‘Oh fuck,' he hissed, eyes snapping open, his blue gaze intent on her.

Emily looked up at him as she took him deep into her mouth. Utter pleasure transformed his features and he groaned such a guttural, primal sound. She sucked deeper, firmer, trying to satisfy her thirst for him, this desire to pleasure him like he had her. His fingers fell to her hair, gently gliding through the strands. ‘Oh, Emily … fuck that feels so good.'

His cock thickened even more between her lips and she moaned as she drew in the next mouthful. He thrust gently to meet her next suck, then the next and the next, quicker.

‘Oh fuck, Em, I will not come before you. And if you keep that up, I'm coming very sooooon …' His voice trailed off as she tightened her lips around him. ‘Oh, God, Emmmmm …' His breaths were ragged, his voice a deep growl.

She sucked once more, fluttered her tongue over the head then backed away. His hand drifted to her cheek where he rubbed his thumb. Then he pushed her back against the mattress, pulled his jeans off the rest of the way, then her knickers. He took a moment to stare down at her as she laid on the bed wearing nothing but cowboy boots.

He lowered his body over her; his cock was heavy between her thighs, prodding against her clit, and his hands were everywhere. His muscles strained beneath her roaming touch. His lips were warm against hers, his fervour loud.

She bucked up and the head of his cock slid between her slickened lips, pushing against her sensitive clit. Her mouth broke from his as her head arched back and she gasped. She bucked again, forcing him to slip along the length of her.

Reaching for his shoulders, she dug her fingers into the thick muscle and kissed him hard.

‘You're so wet. I want to taste you on my lips.'

She didn't tell him no, instead pushed down on his shoulders, directing him lower. He chuckled and pressed kisses to her breasts, down her stomach. He whispered his intentions across her mound. ‘Taste you … need you … come against my mouth.'

Hands on her knees, he pushed them apart and kneeled before her, his gaze lingering over the slopes of her body. ‘You are so beautiful, Em. I've pictured you in my bed, dressed in nothing but these,' he said tapping her boots.

Her instinct was to close her legs. There was a vulnerability felt under his intense stare, but she didn't. He reached for her cheek and she nuzzled into his palm. ‘I mean it. You're the sexiest woman I've ever laid eyes on.'

She didn't know what to say to that, so she said nothing, instead relished the blissful emotion his words made her feel. Gripping his hand, she turned it over and kissed the back of it.

He kneeled back on his haunches and ran his hands up the underside of her thighs, pushing her legs further apart until she was spread so wide for him. His hands stroked along the inside of her thighs creating such pleasurable sensation. Reverently, the rough pad of his thumb rubbed over her clit and trailed down to the opening of her sex. His finger teased at the sensitive tissue. She thrust and circled her hips.

‘You like that?' he asked, his gaze intense on hers.

‘Yes,' she managed though it sounded like more of a gasp.

‘You want my mouth there? My tongue?'

She bucked again. ‘Ah-ha.'

‘You want me to make you come like that?'

She shook her head. ‘I want to come with you inside me.'

He drew his fingers away and crawled backwards on the bed until his face was between her legs. Lips against her lips, he said, ‘You'd like that, ha? My cock deep inside you …' He lazily licked along the length of her cleft and she shuddered to feel him there. Another long lick. His mouth was scorching; her tender flesh was responsive.

‘Yes,' she hissed.

The tip of his tongue focused on her clit, circling the tight nub, building and building a delicious tension in her belly until it expanded and ebbed to her chest and limbs. Her head was light. Her breathing laboured.

Another growl came from his throat. ‘You taste so fucking good.'

She closed her eyes to feel him more deeply and let his wicked words caress her. Well and truly had she established, in the bedroom, Wil was not a gentleman, and she didn't want him to be. She loved his cheeky tongue, in more ways than one.

Emily's breaths were coming faster, harder to pull air in. With each flicker of his tongue over her clit, the ache intensified. She gripped his hair as his head bobbed between her legs and thrust her pelvis, desperate for more as the precipice zoomed into focus. She was falling, fast, and she didn't know if she could pull herself back from the edge, stop herself from diving into the blissful current awaiting her.

Intuiting she was on the verge, he slowed then eased his mouth away, pulling her back. He climbed up her body and kissed her, gentling the pace until his tongue was slowly, deeply fucking her mouth. She had never wanted to be filled so much than she did in that moment, and she needed it to be Wil.

He pulled away and peered into her eyes. She couldn't look away from him, entranced by this incredible man. ‘You want this, Em?'

She nodded and said quickly, ‘Yes.'

He kissed her once on the lips, then reached into the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a condom. He tore the wrapper between his teeth. Watching him fisting himself as he rolled the rubber onto his thick shaft, his chest broad with muscle and his arms dense, was erotic. She was wet and swollen, so ready for him.

Lowering his body on her, she loved the feel of his weight, though he was holding most of it on his elbows and forearms that were perched on the mattress beside her head. She reached for his erection and directed it between her thighs. The head prodded against her entrance and slid slowly inside until she was full of him. His size made her clench as she attempted to adjust to him.

He groaned feeling it. ‘Oh, Em, you'll have me blowing before we start.'

She took a deep breath, relaxing around him, fitting to him, and he began to move inside her. A long slide back before he thrust into her again. Her back arched, and her nipples peaked against his chest. He cantered again, releasing then sliding hard back in, filling her to the hilt.

‘Feel. So. Good,' she managed, bucking to meet his next stroke.

His mouth covered hers as they moved together, creating their own momentum, their unique synchronicity that built the pleasure, the aching tension, between them.

She couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Her fingers clawed his unyielding muscles. He pushed himself inside her, harder, deeper and she met him, stroke for stroke. Wanting, demanding his pleasure, her release. His hot breath was at her ear, whispering wicked things.

Waves formed deep. The friction of his cock pumping into her was too much and her body took over, thrusting upwards, taking more of him until she shook. Digging her fingers into his shoulders, his back, she came hard, clenching around him, her core rhythmically throbbing. Her head rolled back, a moan falling from her throat as pleasure stormed through her.

Wil's thrusts quickened, hard, rocking her body. His thick arms tensed, his stomach tightened and he groaned and shuddered as he spilt his seed deep inside her. His rushed exhales became the air she breathed. He was a part of her now. He nestled his face in the curve of her neck until their chests ceased heaving then rolled off and onto his back beside Emily.

He took care of the condom and snuggled in beside her. She lifted her head on his chest and they laid together for a long while until her lazy blinks brought a moment of sleep.

A kiss on her forehead was what woke her, and Wil's hand stroking along the length of her arm. She was warm and blissfully content in his arms—never wanted to be anywhere else.

‘If I fall asleep, I'll never get up,' he said.

‘I don't ever want to leave your arms.'

‘Hmm, that's an enticing scenario.'

‘I don't want to go back to the show where I have to share you. I want things to be normal.'

He stroked his hand over her forehead. ‘I know. Me too. Not long now. We'll get through this, Em.'

She nodded but sighed. ‘Yeah. We will.'

‘Come on. Let's hop up and have some dinner. I'm starving.'

She smiled against his chest. ‘Sure.'

Chapter 35

Wil prepared a dinner of steak and salad and they ate it from their laps on the couch in front of the fire. He was still vibrating from the moment they just shared in his bedroom and his thoughts were consumed with images of Emily's body. Her beautiful curves blew his mind, made him harder than he'd been since a teenager. His gaze drifted to her, to the dress hiding the amazing body beneath.

‘You passed the first bonk test,' she said with a cheeky grin.

Wil arched a brow. ‘Pardon?'

She laughed. ‘I made the decision, after the duds I've shared my bed with, that if it wasn't good for both of us after the first round, then there were no more chances.'

Wil chuckled. ‘Fair enough. Life's too short for bad sex.' Not that he'd ever had “bad” sex, and before Emily, he'd certainly never had mind-blowing sex either. And now that he had experienced how good it could get, he wanted more. Much more.

He shifted on his seat, his shaft swelling just thinking about sex with Emily again.

‘Exactly.'

‘And I'm glad I passed. So that means I get seconds?'

She smiled and chewed on her bottom lip, looking at him from under her lashes. He wanted to lean over and nip that lip. ‘Yes. It does.'

They finished their meal and carried their plates and cutlery to the kitchen. Emily took his from him and placed them in the sink before turning on the taps and rinsing them. She was so beautiful, her tall curvaceous body, and looked perfect in his home. Hell, she'd look perfect anywhere she went. Particularly perfect between his sheets.

He went to her, his hands on her waist as she placed dishes on the drying rack.

‘Wil Parker, are you after something?'

His shaft was already solid. He nudged it against her arse and sucked in a hard gasp of air to feel the pleasure her round cheeks had on the tip of his dick. He was ready for her again. He would be ready for her all night if given the opportunity.

Wil pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, her shoulder, and slid his hands down her waist, hips, to her thighs. With her height and frame, she was a worthy opponent. He didn't worry about hurting her like he had with some of the petite women he'd dated in the past. He was able to lose himself in Emily and she met him, his demands, eagerly, and that drove him wild.

‘Let me fuck you,' he growled against her ear.

She spun until her back was against the kitchen cabinet and faced him. Looking up into his eyes with that honey-brown gaze of hers, she whispered, voice hoarse, ‘You sure say it how it is.'

‘There's no room for social politeness here.'

She shook her head. ‘I can tell. Not one to mince your words.'

He cupped her jaw with his hands and leant his face closer. ‘Not where you're concerned. I can barely think when you make me feel like this, let alone pretend. Because I am going to fuck you right now. Not make love. But fuck. Hard. I can't be gentle, Em. I have to have you. Right here.'

Her lips parted, her eyes searching his face. But she didn't say anything. He didn't need her to, he could see the desire in her features, hear it in her shortened breaths. He could be a gentleman when the time called for it, but he could also be primal. Now was not the time or place for gentlemanly actions or words.

He pushed his hands under her dress and found the waistband of her knickers, then tugged them down her thighs and she stepped out of them. Gripping her waist, he shifted her along the bench until there was a clear space behind her, then lifted her up onto it.

Hands to her knees he pushed her thighs apart and stood between them. His heart was thundering, his cock straining hard against his jeans, eager to push inside her. He'd had a taste of how it felt earlier and that only made his need stronger.