Sliding her hands from the top of his jeans up to his chest, Ana whispered, “Take off your clothes.” At her command, he released her, stepped back, and retrieved a condom from his billfold. “Always the prepared sailor.”
With the foil wrapper gripped between his teeth, A.J. tossed his wallet, then shucked his shirt. Boots. Jeans and boxers. The man undressed with tactical precision.
Naked in all his glorious, muscular splendor, she gasped, “Wow.” My naked cowboy.
His cock was hard again. Thick and roped with veins. Two confident strides brought her cowboy closer. “Your turn.” His hooded green eyes blazed with desire as she removed what little clothing remained.
And wow, we’re finally doing this. They’d only known each other for a short time, but being with him felt incredibly, undeniably right. The connection she had with A.J. was so strong, it felt as though they’d been together for years instead of a mere handful of days.
He ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth and gripped his shaft, sliding his palm from root to tip as he watched her undress. “I think I’m in heaven.” She stood naked before him with absolutely nothing to hide. She’d bared her soul, shared her secrets, and he hadn’t turned away.
He rolled the condom over his length and lifted her with ease, guiding her legs around his waist and bringing her pussy against his hard length. She shifted and moved, desperate for more.
A.J. walked them backward, the bounce from each step creating a delicious friction at her core. His back hit the window and he spun around, reversing their positions. “Drop your legs down, sweetheart,” he murmured.
The hat had fallen, but he seemed too preoccupied to notice.
Threading their fingers together, A.J. pinned their linked hands against the glass just above her shoulders and nuzzled her neck. The heat of his mouth was an exciting contrast to the coolness of the window on her bare bottom.
His hips moved in tight circles, adding more friction that had her yelping between the hot kisses he peppered all over her mouth.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said between kisses. “So damn sexy.” He tightened his clasp of her one hand while letting go of the other.
His free hand explored and lovingly tortured her body. A slight twist of her nipple. A sharp nip of his teeth on her other breast. A slow graze of his nails down the side of her torso. Ana’s breaths came fast and shallow.
But A.J. wasn’t finished. He ran a finger along the side of her breast and on down to her hip before his hand cupped her wet center. Muttering incoherently against her mouth, A.J. slid a finger along the seam of her pussy, separating her folds. “Fuck, you’re ready for me,” he said on a groan before plunging a finger inside and curling it in a come-hither motion, hitting her right where he knew would make her—
“A.J.,” she cried out before lowering her mouth to his shoulder and biting down. She pulled her other hand loose of his grasp and clutched his back for dear life as he worked his hand over her pussy. “I need you.”
“Do you now?” he rasped, a slight twang in his tone when he brought his mouth to her ear. “How badly do you want me?”
“More than I can possibly explain,” she answered honestly. Quickly. The searing heat of her desire sidestepped reason and responsibility. Having him inside of her was all that mattered right now.
There was no Anastasia Chernyshevsky tonight.
No Ana Quinn, the FBI agent.
Just the redheaded, sexual goddess that A.J. brought out of her. A woman who wasn’t above begging him to make her body writhe with his touch and stars explode in her vision while luxuriating in the best orgasms of her life.
“Look at me.” She lifted her eyes, unable to deny him anything at the moment. “Tell me, one more time. Tell me what you really want.” His tone was gentle but commanding. He was talking about more than sex, wasn’t he?
She cradled his cheeks between her palms. “I want you,” she admitted. “All of you.”
He slanted his mouth over hers with a crushing kiss that she was certain was also a freeing one for the both of them. It was a kiss that allowed him to move on from whatever else may have been holding him back, same as her.
She sank to the plush carpet moments later, not needing a bed or anything other than him.