Ride Rough - Tessa Layne Page 0,41

see him.

Her smile of appreciation, when it came, puffed him up like a giant. He wanted to beat his chest and roar. She bent, running a hand across his chest. "Mmm," she voiced with appreciation. "How is it you have no scars?"

For a moment, her question set off alarm bells, but she was used to seeing real cowboys, and they all bore scars from the hard life of ranching, roping, or riding. He flashed her a smile he hoped would distract. "Lucky, I guess." He had a birthmark on his left hip, but it was always in his contract that special effects remove it. "Lie back," he said gruffly, deciding that yet again offense was the best defense.

She dropped back to her elbows, watching him avidly.

"You like to watch?"

Her mouth quirked and she lifted her brows. "Maybe. Gotta make sure you're doing it right."

Trace huffed out a laugh as he brushed a knuckle across her satin covered mound. "You gonna grade me? Make sure I take care of that perfect little pussy?" Cecilia's breath caught as he rubbed lower, letting a knuckle sink in a little deeper.

She swallowed audibly, eyes going dark. "Something like that."

Ahh.... so she liked it when he talked dirty. He tucked that information away for later. Slowly, with the patience of a gardener watching a seed sprout, he pulled her panties to the side and took his fill of her swollen pussy, before lightly stroking everywhere but where she wanted him to touch most. With a muttered curse about teasing, she pushed at her panties, shoving them down.

"Oh, I'm definitely not teasing you, sweetheart," he said with a low laugh, pulling them down her legs and discarding them on the floor. Okay, maybe he was drawing things out far longer than he usually did, but he was transfixed with her reactions, the way she responded to every brush and flick of his fingers. "I have every intention of seeing this through. And more than once," he said, bringing his mouth to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. The scent of her arousal hit him like a train. It was heady, hot, and sweet. His cock jerked in his shorts as he filled his lungs with it. Jeezus, the hit of her made his mind spin like he was high, only this was a thousand times better.

She rolled her hips, a silent invitation, or maybe an unspoken plea for more.

He couldn't resist yanking her chain a little bit more. "You'll have to use your words, sweetheart."

Cecilia's head snapped up, eyes narrowed to glittering points. "I don't beg."

"Oh?" He placed an open-mouthed kiss right at the juncture of thigh and torso, finishing by letting his teeth sink into the soft flesh.

She gasped audibly, then whimpered as he licked the spot he'd nipped. "You..."

"Devil? Ass?" he taunted with a grin. "Be a good girl and I'll give you exactly what you want."

"Do I look like a girl?" she snapped, panting.

He let out a full-throated laugh, doing the same thing to her other leg, smiling against her. "You're all woman," he admitted with a shake of his head that unleashed a moan as his mouth finally brushed her slick swollen lips. A wave of emotion swelled through him. Holy hell, if he wasn't careful, he could be upside down where Cecilia was concerned - in a hurry. He licked her, long and slow, shutting his eyes against the incredible sensation of her sliding against his tongue. She moaned again, louder this time, hands landing on his head with an iron grip as her hips rose to meet his mouth. He allowed himself only one more taste of her. It would be so easy to give in to his baser desires and devour her, but he had other plans this first time. He pulled back, breaking into a slow smile when she lifted her head with a scowl. "Calm down, woman. Take off your bra."

A sly look flashed across her face. "Pants first... cowboy."

The way she called him that, fully sarcastic yet breathy with desire, only made him harder. His cock was like iron, hot and throbbing. He was half-afraid he'd shoot his rocks the second she touched him. His hand lingered over his belt buckle. "Can you handle the heat?"

She smirked, eyes settling on the obvious bulge in his jeans. "Gotta make sure you're not bluffing."

"And if I'm not?" He pulled off his belt, letting it fall to the floor with a clatter.

Her eyes followed the belt, then darted