“I kinda like ’em.” I hear the smile in his voice. “But I’d like ’em even more if you took them off.” My heart, which was already drumming like a band soloist, goes into overdrive.
His lips take another pass down my throat, over my breasts, down my abdomen until his fingers loop through the elastic of my underwear, which he swiftly pulls off and tosses away.
“Better?” he asks. “Now you don't have to think about it.”
“Better,” I pant, relishing the idea of what he could do to me now that I’m fully exposed.
Wanting every bit of it.
He dips his head low, and I’m expecting to feel his hands or his breath or his tongue on my inner thighs, but I feel nothing.And then…still nothing. For long enough that I tip my head up to find him watching me, waiting for my reaction. “What?” he asks, innocently, eyes round and brows lifted.
I bite my bottom lip to keep from swearing. He has me exactly where he wants me, and I’m about one shaky breath away from exasperation.
“Just checking on you.” My voice rasps with the frustration I feel. “Making sure you’re still among the living.”
He winks at me. Actually winks. That’s how much he’s loving this game. I’m not about to let him think he has me wrapped around his finger, so I push myself back, out of his grasp, and curl my knees underneath me. Then I reach for my phone. “Sorry if you're in the middle of something. I need to check my messages.”
He tugs so hard on my legs that I let out a surprised yelp, and my phone flies from my hands. “You’ve got a little devil on your shoulder, do you?”
“Who, me?” I bat my eyes angelically.
This time, when he drops down between my legs, I get exactly what my aching core has been desperately needing since he pressed against me outside the bathroom. Fitz sweeps his tongue right where I want him, and the feeling is so intense, so hot, that I yelp his name.
I’m gripping the sheet in one hand with the other tangled in his soft, wavy hair. My body is at his mercy. I couldn’t love it more.
He doesn’t waste time teasing me now. His tongue circles my clit over and over again, flicking against the sensitive bud until I’m whimpering. His hands follow, trailing down my thighs and dancing over the sensitive skin between my legs.
His eyes are stormy, and he looks completely lost, enjoying himself as much as he’s thrilling me and savoring every second.The low growl he makes as he licks and sucks at my core is my undoing.
He knows the exact pace to keep me building to an orgasm, and then he slows just enough to hold me back. Over and over and over.
All thoughts of my granny panties, the hideous ranch house, and the pity party over family squabbles drift away when he slips a finger inside me. He curls it to hit my G-spot just right and pushes me nearly to my peak. I’ve never had it so good.
My mind dissolves into muddled pieces of words as my body pulses with heat and pleasure. I’m so close, but I fight against the feeling, not wanting this to end because it means going back to my regular life, and I’m not ready just yet.
“Come here,” I command, pulling him up so I can show him how much I appreciate his skill. I cover his smirk with a long, deep kiss.
I unbuckle his belt, which has an oval metal buckle—damn cowboy—and tear at the buttons of his jeans. He helps me along, shoving the pants down to the floor. I can’t help taking a moment to marvel at the naked man in front of me.
His abs may as well be carved from marble. “That’s ridiculous,” I mumble.
“Sorry?” The question turns to a growl when I wrap my hand around his hard length and run my hand over it. “Not sorry…”
His eyelids droop, and his smirk gives way to the same hunger I feel. “Duchess…” he groans as I pull him on top of me, and his weight pushes the breath from my lungs. There’s no thinking, just intense feeling and waves of pleasure that don’t stop. I’ve never felt this turned on before, and I want all of him, everything.
“Yes, please,” I pant, wanting him so badly and still too foggy from my earlier orgasm to think about anything but what I desperately need from him. Now.
“God, yes,” I gasp as he presses inside me, gently at first, making room for his generous size. Sliding fully inside me, he pauses, and my body begs for more. More of him, all of him.
Then he pulls out and rolls to the side. I’m about to protest, thinking he’s back to playing games, when he pulls his wallet from his discarded pants and wrestles a condom from inside. “I fucking love the feel of you bare. I could live inside you like that. But we need to be safe, Duchess. I don’t have sex without protection, ever.”
Oh.
I was so far gone with lust and passion that I didn’t even realize he wasn’t wearing a condom. Didn’t think about it, which is so unlike me. Thankfully, Fitz had the wherewithal to stop and suit up because the last thing I need is to get pregnant by a cowboy after a one-night stand.
“Smart.” I feel anything but smart, with my brains fucked from my skull, just as promised. A moment later, he has the condom rolled on, and he lets me have exactly what I need—all of him buried to the hilt inside me and moving so expertly that I feel an orgasm build. Challenging me to hang on for dear life because this feeling is new.
And… “Oh my god, Fitz…!”