Cheyenne McCray - Point Blank (Lawmen Book 4) (16 page)

She made a soft sound of pleasure and ran her tongue along her lower lip. “That thing about big hands and feet—it
is
true.”

He almost laughed at the look of satisfaction in her eyes, but every bit of him ached with desire too much to even smile.

With one hand she pushed his boxer briefs the rest of the way to the floor. She wrapped her other hand around his cock.

The feel of her small fingers grasping him caused him to grow even more rigid.

Jesus
. He shouldn’t be letting her do this. Shouldn’t allow himself to do this.

It was too late for second thoughts. Unless she said
stop
, there was no turning back for him.

Still, he managed to get out, “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes.” She hissed the word. “Most definitely, yes.”

He slid his fingers into her hair at the same time she took his cock in her mouth. She sighed with pleasure and he sucked in his breath, afraid he was going to climax from the feel of the silk of her mouth, the wet warmth, and the light suction she applied as she slid him to the back of her throat.

It took a moment before he realized he was holding his breath and he groaned as he let it out.

The feel of her mouth on him was almost too much pleasure, as if he was on sensory overload. She looked up at him as her head slowly bobbed. He could see in her gaze that he wasn’t just a means of comfort—she felt a deep connection with him, like he did with her.

His eyelids almost closed from the sheer pleasure, but he didn’t want to stop looking in the depth of her blue eyes. She mesmerized him to the point that only she existed…her and her touch, her mouth…everything about her.

He felt himself coming close to the peak of orgasm, sensation rushing to his cock and making him almost lightheaded.

“Natasha.” He clenched his fingers in her soft, tangled hair, trying to hold her still. “You need to stop before I come.”

She refused to stop, watching him with a burning light in her eyes, a determination that told him he was done for when it came to her. He would never be able to refuse this woman anything.

His body trembled like it never had before. What was she doing to him?

The rush of a climax charged toward him. He was helpless to hold back. “I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

She sucked harder.

He held back a roar as his climax slammed into him. He all but disintegrated with the sensations pumping through him. Colors, like the aurora borealis, flowed through his mind then crackled like lightning. It was the craziest thing that had ever happened to him, and the most intense.

She drew out his orgasm, swallowing, licking, and sucking. “Stop.” His breath came in ragged huffs. “Please. Can’t take any more.”

His cock slipped out of her mouth, glistening with moisture as she pulled away. She smiled and leaned back. The pleased look on her expression made it clear how much she had enjoyed herself by pleasuring him.

She rose, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Thank you,” she said with a smile.

“Thank me?” He looked at her with incredulity. “You just blew my mind, and you’re thanking me?

A grin curved the corners of her mouth. “I loved doing that for you.”

He kissed her hard, letting her feel the passion that hadn’t dimmed. He scooped her into his arms.

“I adore you.” He laid her on the bed then crawled onto it and straddled her waist, one knee to either side of her. “You have no idea how much.”

Her smile was soft. “I think I have an idea.” She reached up and palmed the back of his head before pulling him down for a kiss.

He groaned. Heaven. Her kisses were sheer Heaven. His breath came out in a shuddering rush when he pulled away.

“Come back.” She tried to hold onto him, but he pulled away from her grasp.

He slid his lips along the curve of her jaw to her small chin before kissing his way down to the hollow of her throat.

“Brooks.” She gasped and arched her back as his mouth slid over her nipple. “Fuck me. Please.”

The way the word
fuck
came out of her sweet mouth made him so damned hard that it was like he hadn’t climaxed already.

“I will fuck you.” His promise came out firm and matter-of-fact. “I have a few things in mind first.”

She groaned. “Waiting is not my best quality.”

He gave a soft laugh. “We’ll work on that.”

Natasha started to protest when Brooks gently sucked her other nipple, the sensation traveled straight to her clit and she gasped instead.

She almost couldn’t believe she’d told him to fuck her—it wasn’t a word she used. Somehow she needed the raunchiness of the word to tell him what she wanted. It also kept her from saying, “Make love to me,” because that wasn’t what this was. This was pure, raw sex.

That was all she wanted. Wasn’t it?

But she knew he could be a real danger to her heart and there were a whole lot of reasons why she shouldn’t, couldn’t, get involved with him.

Tonight—she wasn’t going to think about that.

He kissed his way from the valley between her breasts to the hollow of her throat. “God, you’re a special woman.” His words sent tingles through her.

“You’re amazing.” She ran her hands over his shoulders, loving the strength and power of not only his muscles, but the strength of who he was as a person. He made her feel like nothing bad could ever happen as long as she was with him.

During the time they shared, she wasn’t going to allow herself to feel any other way.

He slipped from her hold as he shouldered his way between her thighs, spreading her wide, while he moved his lips down the center of her belly and her abs

His lips brushed her bare mound. “I love that you shave your pussy.”

The rumble in his tone sent a shiver through her. She had difficulty thinking as he sprinkled soft butterfly kisses over her mound and on the inside of each thigh. She grasped his hair and wriggled in his grasp, begging him without saying it aloud.

“Tell me what you want, Natasha.” The way he said her name sent more shards of desire through her. “What do you need?”

“I want—need—you to lick my pussy.” Another forbidden word, but it came to her so easily now. “Please.”

He parted her folds with his fingers and spread her wide. His gaze held hers as he lowered his mouth and trailed his tongue the length of her slit.

A small shudder ran through her as she moaned from pleasure. He slowly stroked her with his tongue in long swipes before concentrating on her clit. He slid one finger then two into her slick core and thrust them in and out while he licked and sucked her.

She felt dizzy with pleasure. High on desire. Stoned on sensations. Everything she experienced from his mouth and hands was nearly overwhelming.

He teased her with his tongue while moving his fingers in slow, deliberate movements. She was so wet and slick, and she knew he would be able slide inside her even though it would be a tight fit, considering how big he was.

The mere thought of him being inside her triggered an explosion of butterflies in her belly. It felt like soft wingtips brushed her body, causing her to become more and more alive with every moment that passed.

She felt herself rising, as if she was about to fly from the room. She was so close to an orgasm that her mind was blanking out and she could barely think. One moment she was consciously struggling to maintain a grip on reality and her sanity.

The next moment she screamed—a primal scream that rose up deep from her soul.

Brooks clamped his hand over her mouth and vaguely she was aware that it wasn’t a good idea to be making sounds, especially loud ones. At that moment she wasn’t sure she cared.

She drifted down, trying to pull herself together. He moved his callused palm away from her mouth and gave her a long, solid kiss.

“I don’t have any condoms with me.” He sounded apologetic. “I want to take you in so many ways I couldn’t begin to count them. But it will have to be another day.”

“I have an IUD. I won’t get pregnant.” She pulled him down to her. “Now fuck me.”

A vibration in his chest, like a low rumble, caused her nipples to tighten and sent ripples through her belly.

His heated gaze melted her in a way that made her feel as if she had fused with him so that they were one being. He shifted in her arms and held her as he rolled onto his back, bringing her with him. She gasped and then she was on top, looking down at him.

“Put my cock inside you.” He clasped her waist in his big hands. “I’m big and I want you to control how much of me fits inside you. I want you to feel only pleasure.”

“I know that’s exactly what I’m going to feel.” She wrapped her fingers around his erection as she rose and placed the head of his cock against her opening. She held her breath, wondering how well he would fit since he was so big and she was so tight.

Her eyes widened and she caught her breath as she started to slide down the length of his cock. She took her time, letting him stretch her and fill her. When he was fully inside her, she waited to become used to his length and girth. No kidding he was big.

Exquisite pleasure filled her as she rose then lowered herself, his cock going deep every time she slid back down his shaft.

She closed her eyes and arched her back as she rode him. He palmed her breasts and she gasped as he played with her nipples, heightening every sensation inside of her. He felt so good. So, so good inside her. She could stay this way forever, with him filling her in ways that made her feel safe and secure while pleasure rippled through her.

“Let me see your beautiful eyes.” His voice was gruff. “I want you to watch me while you ride me.”

She lowered her head and when their gazes met, it was like an electric current sizzled between them. Her body tingled and came even more alive as she almost felt sparks snapping in the air around them.

An expression of fierce concentration crossed his face, his jaw tight, his features hard, as if sculpted from stone. His was the look of a man trying to grasp the last tendril of control, clinging to it with everything he had. But he was losing every last thread of it to her.

The feeling of power she felt over him made her heady, and she loved the experience. The desire to strengthen his vulnerability to her had her riding him faster and harder. She wanted to shake his control, to have more power over him. She would take him places he had never been to before.

Everything going through her mind was unfamiliar…thoughts like none she’d ever had before. But she felt stronger and stronger with every thrust of his hips when she came down on him.

She wriggled, causing him to tighten his jaw even more and causing her own orgasm to fly toward her. Now she was trying to control the uncontrollable. Any moment now, she was going to lose it.

His gaze moved to where they were connected. “See how we fit.”

She obeyed, and her belly seesawed as she watched his cock sliding in and out of her. She braced her hands on his chest as he grasped her waist and she moved faster.

“Look at me now.” It sounded as if he could barely speak. When she did what he told her, he said, “Fuck. I’m going to come, Natasha. I want you to come with me.”

His words were all it took for the hovering orgasm to tip over the peak and come rushing through her body. She cried out then bit her lip, holding in another scream.

“Jesus.”
It tore from his throat as his body bucked against hers and his semen filled her. His eyes were wild, intense, almost feral. His inner beast tore from him and she almost felt as if he would consume her in that moment.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to him so her damp skin was against his chest that was also covered in sweat. The smell of their sex clung to them and she shuddered as another ripple of pleasure traveled through her.

For a long time they remained that way, and as long as they did, she knew she would feel safe. If only for now.

An incessant ringing in Natasha’s head had her burying her head under her pillow. She felt like she had a hangover, but she couldn’t remember drinking a damned thing.

Rinnnnnng, rinnnnnng, rinnnnnng.

She tried to snuggle in the clean smelling sheets, tried to still her mind.

Rinnnnnng, rinnnnnng, rinnnnnng.
Pause
Rinnnnnng, rinnnnnng, rinnnnnng.

The phone. The ringing was the damned hotel phone.

She tossed the pillow aside and blinked at the clock. Six-thirty. She frowned, grabbed the receiver off the phone, and put it to her ear. Was the freaking front desk calling her?

“Hello?” The word came out sounding as groggy as she felt.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” Brooks’s voice had Natasha bolting straight up in bed. “Sorry I’m not there. I had to leave early this morning to get to the training center.”

Oh, my God.

“I’ll see you tonight, and I’ll bring something to eat.” As she listened to him speak, Natasha’s heart nearly stopped. “Do you like pulled pork sandwiches? I was told about a great place.”

Her mind spun and his words barely sank in. She’d slept with him last night. It was worse than just sleeping with someone she barely knew. He was a lawman.
A Federal agent.

If Mark or his men found out, or already knew…

“Natasha?” Brooks’s tone held an edge of concern, and she realized it had been there even as he’d been speaking. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah.” She put her hand to her forehead. “Fine.”

“I tried reaching you on your cell, but you didn’t answer.” She could picture him frowning as he went on. “I called to make sure you wouldn’t be late for the show.”

She looked at the clock again. Enough time to get ready and solve this Brooks problem without being late. But how?

“Thank you.” She opened her mouth to tell him not to call again.

He continued. “I’ll be there at seven.”

“You can’t come.” She rushed to get the words out. “What happened last night can’t happen again.”

“Why?” His words were like a slap as he added, “Is there another man in your life?”

“Do you think I would have slept with you last night if there was?” Heat rushed through her body. “What kind of woman do you think I am?” She swung her legs off the bed. “I’m going now. Thanks again for the call.” She hung up before he could respond.