Playing With Fire (Tangled in Texas #2) - Alison Bliss Page 0,89
electric shock that jolted through my system in lusty waves of pleasure. I closed my eyes, but could feel his grin against my open mouth as he worked his fingers in and out of me.
When he suddenly froze, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so…responsive,” he said, slowly twisting his fingers deeper inside me. “It’s like seeing an invisible girl come to life before my very eyes.”
Physically, I couldn’t pretend the power of his touch and the intensity in his eyes hadn’t affected me. But mentally, I cringed. Telling a woman that she’s only visible when she takes her clothes off wasn’t my idea of a compliment. At least not a good one.
Suddenly, his watchfulness affected me more than his fingers did…but not in a good way. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…like you’re a hungry carnivore about to gobble up your prey.”
“Hmm. Good idea,” he said, sliding his fingers out of me. “I like the way you think.” He grasped my hips and rolled onto his back, taking me with him, until I was straddling his bare chest. “Don’t move,” he ordered firmly as he lifted me up just enough to slither down the bed until his face stopped between my thighs.
Holy hell. “Um, Cowboy?”
He ignored me. Hell, he didn’t even pause. Slow hands made their way up the inside of my trembling thighs. When he touched me intimately, my body jerked from the contact. He worked his two thick fingers back inside me, slow and deep, and lapped at my swollen clit with his tongue.
My heart stalled as my knees locked into position around his head and my hands fisted his hair. I think I even whimpered a little.
He stopped momentarily. “Darlin’, I’m not going to have any hair left if you keep pulling it all out.”
Closing my eyes, I let go of his hair and breathed out a sigh. “I need you to stop for a moment.”
“Uh-uh,” he said, nipping into the flesh of my right thigh and sending sparks through my central nervous system.
I started to move off him, but he gripped my hip with his free hand. “Whoa! Where do you think you’re going?”
“Stop, please. Just for a second.” Reluctantly, he released me and let me move off him. I turned around quickly and mounted him again, climbing astride his shoulders and situating myself over his mouth in the opposite direction. “If you don’t want me to pull all of your hair out, then you’re going to give me something else to hold onto,” I said, taking a firm hold of his manhood.
He released a guttural groan and swore under his breath. “Christ, Anna.”
I smiled at the strain in his voice and pumped his throbbing length in my hand, working it with the same pace as his tongue. I took in the planes of his body and nibbled on his stomach, giving him love-bites that left teeth marks. When his body stiffened, I considered apologizing for them. But his erection grew stronger in my hand and I got the message: no apology needed.
The sounds of his grunts delighted me as he dug his heels into the mattress. The vibrations his mouth provided sent me into overdrive, and my hips swiveled in circles, grinding into him as he continued to coax me to euphoria. Fingers here. A nibble there. Tongue everywhere.
When the blinding orgasm he facilitated hit me, I dropped my mouth over him and swallowed him whole. His hand shot downward and clasped my head, his fingers twining in my hair, as he tried to deter me from my mission.
“Anna…God… You need to stop. I’m about to—”
The only answer I gave was firmer suction as I took him deeper into my throat. I knew he tried not to thrust, but he did a little, anyway.
Quivering beneath me, Cowboy gripped the back of my thighs to steady himself as he vocalized his completion in grunts and groans and let himself go.
I came out of the bathroom swaddled in a robe with my wet hair wrapped in a white towel on top of my head. Cowboy still lay on the bed in all his blatant nudity while already sporting another massive hard-on. I shifted my eyes away, but my face flushed. “Oh, I guess I thought you would’ve gotten dressed by now.”
He chuckled. “Can’t seem to get past that shyness, can you?”
“I’m trying,” I said softly, keeping my back to him.