Satin & Saddles (8 page)

“Funny, so do I,” he said in a teasing voice and sat close to her.

Déjà vu. It was last weekend all over again, which him sitting next to her on the couch and the two of them drinking something alcoholic.

It took no time at all to down the first beer. This time he went to the kitchen to get them each a second.

She found herself wanting to tackle him. He looked so damned sexy with his wind-tousled hair and his features that were even more deeply tanned. He smelled of sunshine and the outdoors. The way she was feeling, this time she didn’t want him to go home.

“I was serious about the shower,” she said after she finished the second beer.

He raised an eyebrow. “Need someone to throw you in?”

She gave him a teasing grin. “Just try it.”

He moved off the couch so fast that he surprised her by scooping her up in his arms. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his neck as he started for the hallway. “Where’s your bedroom?” His voice was deep, almost guttural.

“Last door on the left.” She swallowed as the feelings of desire and lust overtook her.

Their gazes locked, he strode toward her bedroom. He looked away long enough to find the right doorway and set her on her feet by the bed.

“Are you sure you want that shower?” he murmured as he pulled her hair out of its ponytail and let it fall to her shoulders. “Or do you want me to leave. Slow, remember?”

She shook her head, leaned toward him, and grasped his T-shirt in her hands. She kissed him hard and pulled back. “I really need your help.” She looked him up and down. “Hands-on help. You’re going to need to ditch your clothes unless you want them soaked.”

Heat burned in his gaze that stayed focused on her as he shrugged out of his shirt and let it drop to the floor, then toed off his athletic shoes. He pushed down his jeans and boxer briefs and then he was completely naked.

She couldn’t take her eyes off of his gorgeous body, a body that would feel hard and good against her soft skin. His cock was thick and long and she wanted to touch it, taste it.

He went to her and sat her on the edge of the bed. She swallowed at the nearness of his naked body as he knelt and grasped one of her sandals and slipped it off before letting it fall toward the carpeted floor and then he removed the other.

Next he caught the hem of her tank top with his hands and pulled it over her head. Beneath that was her purple bathing suit. He tugged off her jean shorts and tossed them aside.

“You looked so damned sexy all day,” he murmured as he ran his finger lightly along the strap of her bathing suit. “And I love your body, all of your curves.”

The low timber of his voice and the admiration in his gaze sent a thrill through her belly that moved on between her thighs.

He helped her to her feet and then he helped her strip out of her bathing suit. And then she was naked and he studied her with a look filled with as much passion and need that she felt inside.

She took him by the hand and led him to her bathroom and her hand felt small in his. When they reached the shower, he leaned in and turned on the water and adjusted it to the right temperature.

When she stepped under the spray it hit her full in the face and she let it run down her body and soak her hair with its warmth. She turned and blinked the water from her eyes as she faced Dillon.

They traded places and she watched as water ran in rivulets down his powerful body. She reached out, almost tentatively, but then with more purpose as she pushed her hands over his muscular chest, feeling the strength in every movement he made as he wet his hair and body.

She moved her palms lower so that they were skimming his abs. “Do you lift weights to get all these incredible muscles?”

He smiled. “Just good old-fashioned hard work.”

“Nice.” She moved her hands back up his chest to his shoulders, exploring his body like she’d wanted to since the moment she’d met him. It had always been there, the desire to touch him, feel him.

That didn’t mean she had to get serious about him, right? She could just enjoy him and enjoy the ride.

Who was she kidding, anyway?

She shook off the thoughts and moved close to him so that her naked body was flush to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck as she felt his hard cock against her belly. He brought his mouth to hers and wrapped his strong arms around her as he kissed her.

Water pounded down on them but she felt too intoxicated to care. Not from the beer, but from Dillon’s kiss and his touch. Her breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hard and sensitive.

“What about that shower?” He raised his head and smiled. “Much more of this and you’ll never get one.”

She smiled. “The shampoo is on the shelf behind you.”

He turned and grasped the bottle then poured some in his hand before setting the bottle aside again.

“Turn around,” he said, and when she obeyed he started washing her hair.

It felt so luxurious as he worked the soap into her hair and started massaging her scalp.

She sighed with pleasure and closed her eyes. “That is amazing. Don’t stop, whatever you do.”

He gave a low laugh. “Eventually I’m going to want to soap the rest of this beautiful body of yours.”

“Okay.” She smiled. “You win.”

After he rinsed shampoo from her hair, he took bathing gel that she pointed out to him and he put the gel on a scrubby. He began rubbing it over her body, scrubbing the day away and leaving her skin soft and clean.

He started with her neck, gently washing her throat with trails of bubbles sliding between her breasts. He moved on to her shoulders, making lazy circles with the lather.

She caught her breath as he started washing her breasts. He focused on them then looked into her gaze as he rubbed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She wanted to close her eyes, but she forced herself to look at him and see her passion reflected back at her in his expression.

“I love your body.” His words sent a thrill through her as he moved the scrubby down to her waist and her hips, running it across her belly. She braced her hands on his shoulders as he knelt and washed her thighs, but he didn’t touch her where she wanted to be touched, at the apex. “I love having my hands on you,” he murmured.

She gripped his shoulders tighter. “I kinda like having your hands on me, too.”

With slow and sure strokes, he washed her knees and her calves and each foot. Then he moved behind her and began washing her backside, starting with her heels to the inside of each knee to the backs of her thighs. He soaped each ass cheek before reaching the base of her spine and moving up her back. She shivered as he made his way up her spine to her shoulders.

When he finished, he placed her under the spray and turning her around so that the spray rinsed every bit of the soap off of her.

“You are so beautiful, Carly.” He took her face in his hands and kissed her as the spray hit them both. The kiss seemed somehow magical as he held her to him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and the spray beating down on them.

Dillon felt the softness of Carly in his arms, her slick wet skin, her breasts pressed against his chest. He felt the powerful need to turn her around brace her hands against the wall, and take her from behind hard and fast. He imagined how good it would feel to be inside her.

She gently pushed away and he released her as she took the scrubby from him. Her gaze held the hint of a devious smile and he wondered exactly what she had planned for him.

She poured gel onto the scrubby, and began washing his body. She took her time soaping him, her hands touching him everywhere. His cock was so hard that he gritted his teeth from the powerful need to take control.

When she reached his thighs, she knelt and scrubbed his legs and feet, her face ever so close to his erection. His big body blocked her from the spray, but droplets beaded on her face and water ran down her body from her wet hair. Hunger grew in him as he looked at her full breasts and her generous curves.

She tossed the scrubby aside and looked up at him. With her lavender gaze focused on his, she wrapped her hand around his erection and started stroking it with her fingers. Light, butterfly strokes, enough to cause him to grind his teeth in need so great that he didn’t know if he could contain himself.

Then she leaned closer and darted her tongue out and licked the head of his cock. He groaned and he slid his hands in her wet hair and pulled her toward him. She parted her lips, taking him deep into the warmth of her mouth.

He couldn’t help himself. He grasped her head and moved her up and down his length. She gave a soft moan around his cock and she reached around him and dug her fingernails into the muscles of his ass.

The feel of her scratching his skin added to his intense pleasure. He wanted to come inside her mouth, have her swallow, but he wanted to come inside her even more.

He forced her to stop and drew his cock out of her mouth, then brought her up to stand before him. He kissed her hard, then shut off the water. They stepped out of the shower and he grabbed one of the thick towels from off the towel rod and rubbed her body with it.

The look in her eyes was as intense as he felt as he dried her hair, her face, her shoulders, her breasts… Moving on to the rest of her. It didn’t take long to dry his own body and then he grasped her by her ass and carried her to the bed and settled her on it.

She looked so beautiful that something caught in his throat. He loved not only how gorgeous she was, but he loved her personality, her spunk… In a short time he’d come to love everything about her.

Carly reached for Dillon but he ignored her and moved to the bottom of the bed. Her belly flip-flopped as he eased between her legs and pressed her thighs wide. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and she felt his hard muscles beneath her thighs. He settled himself so that his mouth was close to her folds. She found herself holding her breath as he nuzzled her curls.

He blew on her exposed folds, sending fissions of pleasure and need throughout her body. She couldn’t help squirming from the desire to have his mouth and tongue on her, but he held out, making her wait.

When he finally ran his tongue along her folds, she cried out and writhed in his grip. He slid his fingers inside her and pumping them in and out of her core, his knuckles hitting her folds in a steady rhythm.

Her thighs began to tremble so hard she couldn’t control them. It was like she was losing all control of her body.

He licked and sucked and thrust his fingers in and out. She found herself speeding toward a climax that she couldn’t hold off if she wanted to.

Everything exploded around her, inside her. Vibrations rocked her body and her mind reeled from the incredible orgasm. She cried out, vaguely grateful she had no close neighbors to hear her scream. She let it go with abandon, the cry somehow making her climax last longer.

She squeezed her thighs together without realizing she was doing it and clamped his head between her legs. And then her body went limp as she came down from the high.

He eased her legs off of his shoulders then moved off the bed and she blinked away the remnants of the mist that had fogged her mind when she climaxed. She watched him as he went to his jeans that he’d dropped on the floor. He pulled out his wallet and from it a foil package.

He tore the package open and pulled out the condom and rolled it down his cock as he stood at the foot of the bed and watched her with his brilliant blue eyes.

She held her arms out to him, wanting his closeness, needing to feel the weight of his body on hers.

As she waited for him, realization came to her. This was more than sex. He’d rocked her world in so many ways. His sexy grin, the way that he had pursued her with confidence and assurance. Not cocky, but in a way that told her he wanted her, even needed her.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he eased onto the bed. He moved up so that he was over her, bracing himself so that his weight wasn’t fully on her.

“This isn’t so slow,” he murmured as he searched her eyes with his, an expression of caring on his face.

“No. It’s not.” She smiled. “I don’t want it slow anymore. I want you now.”

“No regrets?” he asked.

She shook her head. “None.” She wrapped her legs around his waist and drew him down to her. “Now come inside me. I want you.”

He positioned his cock at her core. His eyes focused on hers, he slid inside her. Her eyes widened as she felt him stretch her, fill her, and she didn’t think she could catch her breath.

And then he started moving in and out, taking her, in a way that seemed to say she was his. She didn’t even question it anymore. She accepted him, wanted him in every way that she could imagine.

Slow and easy he fucked her and she rose up to meet his every thrust. His pace began to increase and she found herself breathing harder as their eyes met. She couldn’t take her gaze from his, didn’t want to. She just wanted him in every way that she could have him.

He lowered his face and kissed her before moving his mouth to her nipples and sucking each of them. She felt another orgasm coming on. She tried to hold it, tried to keep from falling over the edge to a place she couldn’t return from.

Another orgasm exploded inside her, rocking her. He kissed her hard and his thrusts became more powerful. The harder he took her, the harder her orgasm gripped her.

He slammed his groin against hers hard and then he shouted even louder than she had, as if announcing to the world that they were now one.

The sky lightened in the false dawn. Geoff ground his teeth and clenched the steering wheel of his SUV. He had parked down the street from Carly’s house in the shade of the same trees he’d watched her from before, waiting for the cowboy to leave… But he never did. The sun would rise in a couple of hours and Cameron was still in her home.

As far as Geoff was concerned, he all but owned her. The cowboy had no claim on her.

The thought screamed through his mind over and over again. She belongs to me. She belongs to me.