Page 20 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
“Better?” he asked, his hands sliding down my arms.
“Much better.” The hot water was already easing the ache in my muscles, and having him solid and warm behind me felt ridiculously good. Safe. Right.
“Good.” His hands moved to my shoulders, kneading the tension there, and I melted back against him with a sigh. “You’re tight here. All that fence work probably didn’t help.”
“Worth it,” I murmured.
“Yeah?” His mouth found the curve of my neck, pressing soft kisses there. “You think learning ranch work is worth being sore?”
“I think you are worth being sore.”
He groaned against my skin. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to forget my plan to take it easy on you.”
“What if I don’t want you to take it easy on me?”
His hands slid from my shoulders down to cup my breasts, and I gasped at the contact. “Oh, darling. Your body needs time to recover. But that doesn’t mean I can’t make you feel good.” His fingers pulled at my nipples, and pleasure ran through me. He’d been a gentle lover last night—until he wasn’t. “Doesn’t mean I can’t touch you, taste you, make you come apart in my hands.”
“Rhett...”
“You’re so responsive.” His voice was rough in my ear. “I love the way your body reacts to me. The way you arch into my touch. The little sounds you make when I do this—” He pulled my my nipples, twisting just slightly and I couldn’t stop the moan that escaped.
“That’s it. Let me hear you.” One hand slid down my stomach, moving lower, and I tensed slightly. “Easy. I’m not going to hurt you. Just going to make you feel good.”
And then his hand was between my thighs. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
It didn’t hurt. It felt incredible. His touch was lighter than last night, more careful, circling my clit with just enough pressure to make pleasure build without causing any discomfort.
“How’s that?” he murmured against my ear. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes. It feels good.” I clenched his forearm as his hand moved between my thighs.
“That’s my girl. My very good girl,” he murmured as he sucked at my neck. I knew he’d leave another mark on my body. I looked down seeing the bluish hints of bruises on my thighs. I remember when he’d put them there. When I’d tried to close my legs as he licked me. It had been so overwhelming, the sensations he’d caused.
And felt so damn good.
Now, one hand was on my breast, one rubbing my clit and the dual sensation was overwhelming.
“I love touching you like this. I love feeling how wet you get for me, how your body responds. You’re so damn perfect, Maggie.”
I was trembling already, the pleasure building faster than I expected. Maybe because I was still sensitized from last night, or maybe because his words affected me as much as his touch.
“I want to make you come,” he continued, his voice dark and commanding. “I want to feel you shake apart in my arms. I want to hear you scream my name. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you come for me?”
I leaned my head back against his chest, letting him control my body. Control me. “I’m close—so close—”
“I know. I can feel it. Your body’s tensing up, getting ready. Let go, Maggie. Let me have it.”
His fingers increased their pressure, rubbing harder and harder, faster and faster and I came with a cry that echoed off the bathroom tiles. He worked me through it, murmuring praise in my ear, until I went limp against him.
“Beautiful,” he said, kissing my temple. “You’re so beautiful when you come.”
I couldn’t form words yet, just lay there in the warm water with my body still humming with aftershocks. After a moment, he shifted behind me, and I felt his arousal pressing against my lower back. He was hard, clearly affected by what we’d just done, but he wasn’t pushing for more.
“You’re...” I swallowed, tried again. “Do you want me to—”
“No.” His arms tightened around me. “This morning was about you. About making you feel good without any discomfort.”
“But you’re—”
