Page 36 of The Cowboy's Downfall
“Oh, my god, yes,” he breathed out. His hands cupped her head. He thrust into her mouth. She clung to his hips and licked the underside of his length. “That’s enough.”
He withdrew. His eyes were heavy as they rested on her face. “Your turn now. Lie on the bed. Spread your legs for me.”
She did as he said, unsure about what came next. The wordlawyertrembled on her lips. His tongue plunged inside her, and her hips shot off the mattress. An orgasm loomed, shivering and urgent and hot.
She fisted the bedspread. She didn’t need a safe word for this. A defibrillator, perhaps. “You want me to beg… I’m begging. Get on with it. Now.”
He withdrew his tongue. “Even when you’re begging, you’re bossy.” He swung her legs onto the bed, then knelt above her. “Why don’t you try that again?”
His goal had to be to drive her insane. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Touch me here. Like this.” He showed her what he meant. She felt the strain in his knees, binding her hips. He gritted his teeth. “Let me do the work until I tell you to move.”
He eased himself into the heat between her thighs, but so slowly, she wasn’t sure she could last until he was completely in place. Then he was, and he began gliding in and out, the strokes coming faster and faster. Her fingers dug into his skin. He was torturing her.
“Okay, you can move,” he said, right before she decided she’d have to kill him to get satisfaction, his breath ragged and his voice sounding hoarse.
She brought her hips up to greet the next thrust, and every nerve ending in her body exploded. She cried out, and then he arched his back and stiffened, and she thought she heard him say, “Oh, mygod,” in a tone that implied he’d met his maker and the experience was spiritual. On that, they agreed.
He collapsed on the bed, his stomach pressed to hers, but his weight shifted to one side so that she wasn’t pinned underneath him. He cupped a breast in his hand, lightly caressing the nipple with the rough edge of his thumb and sending hot shockwaves through regions that had been completely satisfied only a few moments prior. He had his eyes closed, but the relaxed expression he wore tugged at her heart.
Safe word, my aunt Fanny.
She’d never felt safer. Or more satisfied. Or more interested in a repeat performance. What about him made him different from any other man she’d had in her life? Other than the whole down-to-earth, rugged cowboy thing he had going for him?
Maybe because she’d known he was temporary, right from the start. There was no wondering if they’d have to merge lifestyles and space, or if one of them might have to relocate and interrupt their career. They could focus on simply…enjoying each other.
Speaking of which.
She felt him stir. She shifted her head so that she was looking at him. His eyes were open, and he had a smile on his lips that upped her heart rate and planted all kinds of ideas for the rest of the evening.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” he said.
*
Nix
A door openingand closing somewhere in the house jolted Nix out of a light sleep. Shauna lifted her head from the pillow beside him, her eyes wide. He checked the alarm clock on the bedside table. Red numbers glared back at him from the semi-darkness.
Eleven o’clock.
They’d dozed off. Two rounds of sex in one evening tended to do that to people. They’d checked out every inch of each other’s bodies and he now knew hers as well as he knew his own. Possibly better, because he’d never done the things to himself that he’d done to her. No one who looked at her now would believe she was the same too-good lawyer who worked for Grand Cooper and Nash. He’d lost his ability to form words when he’d seen her version of what passed for panties. And while he’d only brought up the safe word as a joke to wind her up, they’d pushed the boundaries of how far he was willing to go—and he was willing to go pretty far. He frowned.
She was too trusting. What if she struck the same sort of sex-only deal with another man, and he didn’t have any restraint? Then where would she be? Would a safe word be enough?
She scrambled out of the bed and began to toss frantically through the clothes on the floor. He propped himself on his elbows so that he had a better view of the show. She found her robe almost straight away and wrapped herself in it, to his disappointment.
“Taryn’s home early,” she whispered, as if he hadn’t figured it out.
“It’s too late to get worked up about it,” he whispered back. “I’ll wait a few hours, then leave once she’s asleep.” A few extra hours in bed with Shauna? He could live with that. He’d already have some explaining to do at the ranch in the morning, so time no longer made any difference to him.
Shauna worried the inside of her lip. “I should go find out why she’s home early. Otherwise, she might come in here to talk.”
“You should comb your hair first,” Nix advised. It looked exactly as if he’d had his woody inside her while he had his hands in her hair. The way she looked, all mussed up and satisfied, and knowing he was responsible for it, made his woody harden again. He folded his hands behind his head and stretched out on his back, stark naked, so she could see for herself. “And hurry back.”
He couldn’t recall the exact layout of the house—he’d been too invested in getting Shauna into the bedroom as fast as he could—but he had no trouble hearing every word that was said. He’d feel he was being nosy, except Shauna knew he was here, and he had no choice in the matter.
“Remi’s too thirsty. It’s cheugy,” he heard Taryn complain. He wondered if Shauna had the translation for that. He assumed it didn’t mean anything good, and that Remi was now knee-deep in crap.
