Page 28 of Mister Cowboy
Her fingers had a mind of their own and reached out to trace every ridge and muscle. When her eyes fell back to his face, he was no longer smiling. His mouth was set in a straight line, and his eyes were hooded and dark. As much as she enjoyed the sweet, romantic Brecken of last night and this morning, the one leaning over her—dark and challenging—made her toes curl in anticipation. It transported her back to their first meeting and how blunt and bristly he had been when they had their first conversation.
He grabbed her hands by the wrist and pushed them up over her head in one smooth motion. The position pushed her breasts up, and he bent his head to take one of her peaked nipples into his mouth through the material. The sharp pressure of his teeth pulled a moan from her lips before he moved to the other one and gave it the same treatment.
“Take your shirt off.” He released her wrists and leaned back on his knees to wait, watching her with ragged breaths. The tone of his command made heat pool at her core. She sat forward enough to pull it over her head and tossed it next to his on the floor.
“You can keep the thong on. I like it,” he said before kissing her over the soft lace. He worked his way up her body, leaving a warm trail from the imprint of his lips, and devoured her mouth. They were lips and tongues and a clash of teeth as they explored and consumed.
January lost all concept of time while his lips moved slowly, agonizingly slowly and completely maddeningly. His mouth stayed fixated on hers, but his hands roved over her body, taking in all the dips and slopes.
She moved her hands down, finding the top of his pants by feel, unbuttoning and unzipping him as fast as her hands could move. Breaking from the kiss, he stood to remove his pants, and she watched in fascination as they fell to the floor, revealing a pair of leopard print boxer briefs. He smiled at her, a silent dare to comment on his choice in underwear.
Good Lord, they should have looked ridiculous, but they didn’t. She doubted in that moment that anything could look less than magnificent against his body.
Magnificent.
He looked absolutely mouthwatering with his black hair disheveled and sticking up, his eyes swirling with an intensity she’d never seen as they raked over her spread out on his couch.
He dropped a hand inside the material and grabbed himself, the head of his dick just barely visible. Wetting her lips, she watched, captivated by the way he stroked himself while staring down at her. His eyes scanned her naked flesh, a low rumble of heat and lust passing his lips. Then, unwilling to let him have all the fun and fueled by lust andhim, she ran a hand down over her body and inside the lacy thong. A whimper escaped her lips as her fingers touched the sensitive nerves, but the look on his face darkened, and she continued.
He stroked himself in long, slow strokes that she tried to mimic, but her body craved release. Increasing the pace of her fingers while massaging her breasts with her free hand, she worked each nipple, pulling and pinching until it was almost painful. Her orgasm was within reach, and she closed her eyes, welcoming it as it wracked through her body. Brecken was on top of her before she knew it, pushing aside the lacy material and dropping his mouth to her so his tongue could take over the rhythm of her fingers. The heat of his mouth, licking and biting, was bliss and she cried out his name.
Boneless and humming from the warmth of her orgasm, she smiled. She could feel Brecken’s face in front of hers, and he chuckled softly as her grin grew wider.
“That might be my new favorite smile.” He brushed his lips against hers softly.
“What? This smile?” She pointed toward her lips, eyes still closed. “This smile has nothing to do with you.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“I was just thinking about something funny from last night.”
“Liar.”
January opened her eyes to see the victorious smirk on his face. “Maybe I was smiling at your ridiculous underwear.” She looked down at the leopard print material that was barely covering his bulge.
“You like them. Admit it.”
“Do you have more of these? I feel compelled to check out your underwear drawer. I suddenly see the appeal women’s lingerie has for men.”
“Mm-hmm, but you’ll have to wait to see them. No rifling through my underwear drawer.”
Rolling under his arm and darting off the couch, she sprinted toward the bedroom. She had no idea where his underwear drawer was, but it didn’t matter because his footsteps pounded the floor behind her and he caught her before she reached the bedroom. After a few long strides, he put her down on the bed and followed, settling his weight on her legs to keep her from moving.
“Admit you like my underwear.”
She shook her head and bit her bottom lip to keep from smiling.
Positioning his bulge at the right spot, he rubbed against her, causing her body to hum back to life. She groaned as he continued to circle slowly around the sensitive area. Raising her hips to increase the pressure, he stopped and moved so they were no longer touching. “Admit it.”
“Okay, okay. I admit it,” she pleaded, trying to pull him back to her.
He leaned over her, his mouth only inches from her lips. “I wanna hear you say the words, January.”
Licking her lips, her body trembled in anticipation, loving the little game of cat and mouse they were playing. It was a good thing he had no idea that she would skydive naked off the building if it meant he’d give her what she wanted.
“I like your pretty panties,” she mocked.
He leaned back, seemingly unfazed by her teasing, and pulled the waistband of his underwear down, letting his cock spring free. “Mmmm, you mean these pretty panties?”
