Page 35 of The Cowboy's Downfall
It could wait.
Nix backed her through the open patio door and into the house. One arm around her, he reached behind him and slid the door closed.
“Which way to the bedroom?” he asked.
They were going to skip the formalities and get straight down to business. She was good with that approach. It removed any guesswork. No need to pretend this was something it wasn’t.
She took his hand and led him down the hallway to her room. She’d been too caught up in her work to invest energy in decorating, so the room was plain. No wall hangings, no added touches, not even curtains, other than a privacy blind on the window. The full-length mirror hung from the back of the bedroom door. The queen-sized bed, the focal point of the room, had been an impulse buy. She’d spotted it on sale when shopping for furniture.
They’d had spontaneous sex against the door in a conference room. Their first planned night together had been interrupted before it got to this stage, but now, here they were. What happened next?
Nix unfastened the belt of her robe with a light tug on the knot. The sides of her robe fell apart, exposing Mayhem’s Private Moment items she’d purchased for him. His jaw went slack.
Then, he tucked his tongue back in place. “So, this is whatdressed for successmeans. I always wondered. Why don’t you take a twirl, so I get the full effect.”
She dropped the robe to the floor, slowly, then turned, looking over her shoulder to gauge his reaction, and see if the spin classes paid off.
“Holy sh—dang,” he corrected himself. He hauled his shirt over his head, then dropped it, and now it was her turn to stare. No man who worked out in a gym had abs like that. Those looked rock solid. “Come here,” he said.
She touched his face with both hands as she kissed him. He unfastened the front clasp on her bra with an ease that spoke of experience and took any fumbling awkwardness out of the way. His hands slid over the bare cheeks of her buttocks. He pressed her against the hard length of his erection, still sheathed in his jeans.
She unfastened the button at the waistband and eased his zipper down so she could get her fingers inside and touch him.
He caught her wrist. “How do you feel about a little fantasizing?” he said. “Playing out a few dreams about you I’ve had?”
Her breath caught in her chest. “You’ve dreamed about me?”
“Every da—danged night since we met.”
The amused frustration she heard in his voice highlighted a few fantasies of her own. She wasn’t about to lie. So far, her experience with sex had been good, but not what she’d consider mind-blowing, and this was her chance to find out what had been lacking—for future reference, of course.
“Tonight, we’ll play out your fantasies. Next time though, it’s my turn,” she said.
“Deal. Safe word?”
She contemplated the request. How did she feel about sexual activity that might require a safe word to stop? Why on earth not? He’d abandoned an evening of sex to rescue an orphaned calf. He was no risk to her safety. Besides, she was curious. Very much so.
“Lawyer,” she said, because if she felt in any way threatened, that reminder was a sure showstopper.
“Lawyer it is.” He grinned at her as he stripped off his jeans and his briefs. “You won’t need to use it,” he added. “I just want you to know you’re in good hands. Now. Turn around and take off those panties. Real slow. Then give them to me. I’m taking them home.”
She did as he instructed, sliding the thin strings of fabric down her hips while he watched. She stepped out of them and handed them over. He stooped down and tucked them into the pocket of his jeans. Since this was his fantasy and she didn’t want to ruin it, she didn’t point out that he lived in a bunkhouse full of men, meaning there was potential for disaster. If he had to claim they were his, and that he liked to wear them, then that was on him.
“Give me your hand,” he said. She placed her palm in his. He took her fingers and wrapped them around his erection. The skin was silky and smooth, and he was hard underneath it. She tightened her fingers, and he sucked in air through his teeth. “That’s it. Just like that. Now, move your hand. Like this.” He guided her hand’s movements up and down the length of his shaft. “Don’t be shy. This is the warmup. Don’t worry, I have plans for you too.” He grazed his hand over her hip, making her shiver, then eased it between her thighs. Then, as he slid a finger inside her, it was her turn to gasp.
“This is what you dream about?” she rasped out.
“For starters.” He kissed her throat. His finger plunged deeper, the heel of his palm cupping her pelvis. “I picture you begging.”
Her interest perked up. She could think of things she’d liked to beg for. “Am I on my knees?”
“Would you like to be?”
She dropped to the floor. She reached out with her tongue and licked the salty tip of his shaft, then lifted her chin so that her eyes met his. “Am I begging for this?”
He closed his eyes. A smile touched his lips. “My dreams have come true.”
Oral sex had never been high on Shauna’s radar before. Now, she could think of nothing she wanted more. She took him in her mouth, not sure how to progress, but more than willing to give it a try. She’d let him be her guide. She swirled her tongue around the head of his penis, liking the texture and taste of his skin.
