Page 51 of The Rough Ride

His bare chest wassodistracting. A sensual invitation. She bit her lower lip.Hell, no.“I’ve got two socks on each foot,eight pairs of earrings if you include all the tiny diamond studs, plus backings, the two sleeves on my prosthetic, my panties, and, if I get in a real bind, the prosthetic. I’m pretty sure that adds up to twenty-four.” She mentally fist-pumped. Not bad at all, considering her mind was half-crazed and her body smoldered just looking at him.

He groaned and gave her a threatening smile. “Don’t give up your leg, babe. What I have planned for you will require two feet.” He tossed his loose change on the table, shoved his trousers down, and set them on a chair.

She waved a hand at him. “What are you doing?”

“Conceding, you little wench. Forfeiting. Call it whatever you want. I’ve got to touch your tits. My defense crumbled with the bra move.” He sauntered around the table and pinned her body to an empty corner. “Claim your flag.” His voice was low and husky and suggestive as hell.

Pressed against the wall with his face an inch from hers, she slid her fingers down his solid chest and snapped the elastic on his underwear. She suckled his bottom lip and dragged his boxers down with a painstaking slow discipline. Nick loved the tease, the erotic ascent, and tipping over the orgasmic edge almost more than she did. She’d give him as much as he could endure. She slithered down past the chair rail, fondling his engorged penis and swirling circles around it with her hands and tongue. When she stroked his balls, those pillars he called thighs trembled.

His boxers dropped to the floor. He panted loudly, and his chest heaved. “Enough.”

He hauled her to her feet and kicked the boxers under the table. “That was an exceptional claiming ceremony, Lieutenant. Made me proud to wear the flag.”

She giggled.

“You’re wearing red. I get to have my way with you, too.” He fondled her nipples and kissed a trail of love nips down her neck. Her breasts filled his big hands. “They’re so gorgeous, heavy and lush.”

“I didn’t get to pump or nurse Ella tonight. You’re gonna get sprayed, soldier.”Sprayed? More like hosed down.

He licked and suckled his way from one nipple to the other as he ran a finger inside her crease. “I love wet things. Bring it on, Lieutenant.”

The soft stroke of his finger ignited the burn she’d hungered for, and she clutched at his shoulders. But when his tongue traced a nipple, a quick climax barreled over her like a train without a driver. She mewled a soft cry and collapsed against him.

Nick straightened and kissed her mouth tenderly. “We got a little cream off the top there, Lieutenant. Here comes the one that’ll help you sleep like a rock.”

He set one big hand on her belly, held her against the wall, and dropped to his knees, dragging the satin panties down with his other hand. His tongue laved and circled her over sensitized flesh until he found that one curve waiting for him. She moaned and urged him on with her hands. She loved being pinned like this—a flower opening to her warm sun. Her heart hammered, faster and faster as the pleasure tightened. She threw her bad leg over his shoulder and writhed against him until every taut nerve unfurled in cascading pleasure.

Boneless, she began sliding down the wall. He caught her and stood, her socked feet dangling at his shins, his breathing heavy as he held her close.

“More, I want more. I want you inside me. Now.”

He set her on her feet and smoothed her hair back. “Yousure? It’s okay to be tuckered out.”

“Definitely. Now.” She’d swallow her pride and beg if necessary.

He tossed a chair pad on the table and bent her over it, massaging her shoulders, and ran his fingers down her back.

“Ineedto feel you this time.” She reached behind and stroked his erection.

He spread her cheeks and nudged inside, his big hands around her breasts. “I won’t last but a minute in this position after hearing you come twice, babe.” He groaned and paused after each stroke.

“Slam me, Sergeant. That’s an order. Don’t hold back.”

Nick’s rugged flesh slapped against her smooth backside. His pace quickened, and her hips lifted with each thrust. The warmth, the slip and slide of his body against hers, and the scent of languorous sex covering them like an aphrodisiac were among the sensory treats she’d missed for so long. Her core tightened with his panting breaths and moans. He gripped her hips tight on a groan of ecstasy. Her core muscles squeezed and climaxed with his pulsing. The pleasure was delicious and raw andthem.

Nick’s body trembled as he rested his chest against her back. “That was thebestgame of capture the flagever. Babe, we’re made for each other.”

Liz heaved a deep, satisfied breath and lifted her head. “Stay a minute, don’t pull out yet.” His chuckle rumbled against her back.

“I defythat Vera womanto walk in the back door right now, honey.” He gently kneaded her shoulder muscles as they cooled down.

She burst into laughter. “Or my mother.”

“Oh, please, no. That one time she busted us years ago willhaunt me a lifetime.” He kissed her flushed cheek and withdrew. “Stay there. Don’t move.” He grabbed a fleece throw from the living room and wrapped it around her. “I’ll be right back.”

She couldn’t remain splayed across the table like this for long, but the tufted chair pad underneath was comfortable and the fleece tamed her goosebumps temporarily. She relaxed into the cushion and folded her arms under her head. She could fall asleep right here. Every fiber of her soul yawned in afterglow relaxation. She was one thought away from the sleep abyss when he scooped her into his arms.

“I’ve got a bath all ready, my sweet.” He carried her down the hallway and set her on the bathroom counter. “Tell me how to get this prosthetic off.”

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