Page 74 of The Cowgirl's Secret Love
He was going to make her say it. “Having sex.”
“Right now I’m playing with your tits. Which is part of having sex, I suppose.” His grin grew wicked.
She was tempted to grab his ears and shake him. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Yep. I hope you are too.” He stared down at the fabric moving over his thumb. “I suppose we should either go to the bedroom or close a few curtains.”
“Great idea.” She made sure he was balanced before she stepped away. “I vote we stay here. One second.”
It only took a moment to shut the curtain over the sink, and when she’d locked the two doors, front and back, she returned to the kitchen to find Finn leaning on the counter, grinning at her.
“I like it when you take charge,” he told her.
She whipped her shirt off over her head and tossed it on the chair.
A low growl escaped him. “Come here.”
Instead of joining him, she slipped off her sweatpants, stripping down to her underwear.
Then she hopped up on the sturdy kitchen table, opening her legs wide as she reached up to cup her own breasts. “I thought you liked it when I took charge. This might work best for our purposes.”
Finn lost his shirt even as he crossed the short distance between them. With one hand braced on either side of her hips, he leaned their bodies together as he took her lips.
The next minutes vanished in a haze of rising sexual heat. His big palms were all over her, teasing and caressing. He kissed her as if it had been years and she was saving his life.
Karen gave in to temptation and let her fingers explore as well. Ridges and dips called to her, teased her senses, and made her heart pound.
He kissed her mouth. Kissed her breasts. Dragged over a chair and sat, hauling her hips forward. “You didn’t think this through,” he growled.
An instant later, her underwear was on the floor, the elastic snapped at the hips. Then his mouth was on her, licking and sucking and biting, and watching only made the sensations that much more intense.
Pleasure streaked upward, whirling around her. She dug her fingers into his hair and dragged him even closer.
He lifted her, and Karen fell back onto her elbows. The bristles of his beard dragged against her inner thighs as his tongue on her clit went wild.
“Finn.”
The orgasm started in the usual place, but it seemed to develop tendrils, wrapping around her body in increasingly thick waves. Her entire body tingled, pulsed.
Finn lowered her hips then stood to shove down his pants and underwear. His thick cock rose toward her, and Karen curled up enough to wrap a hand around him and stroke.
He swore, grabbing for his pants to pull out a condom. It was one of the speediest suit ups she’d ever seen, but she didn’t care. She was so ready.
Her feet on the tabletop, thighs spread wide. He notched his cock against her sex, rubbing up and over her clit. And again, aftershocks made her gasp.
“Dammit, Finn. Do it already.”
His expression grew darker. Serious. “You want this?”
She wanted to scream in exasperation, and yet she knew what he was asking. “Yes. I want you.Allof you.”
His hips eased forward slowly, the thick length of his cock pressing in an inch at a time. Mesmerizing, sensitive. Perfect.
When he was fully buried, Finn caught hold of her hips and tugged her even tighter. Pleasure flared again. His gaze slid up her body from where he’d been watching his cock disappear into her, paused on her breasts, and slid higher until he met her eyes.
The rocking motion continued. This was so much more than just a connection of his body and hers. Karen grabbed hold of his wrists and held on as ecstasy spiraled.
For a man balancing on one leg, Finn was doing a damn good job of blowing her mind. It was everything in combination. His expression, the caress of his fingers now sliding to rub against her clit.
