Hard-Riding Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 3)

That wasn’t good enough. He wanted her desperate. Maybe as desperate as he felt right now. Leaving her there, he moved to the fridge and took an ice cube out of the freezer and popped it into his mouth.

“What are you doing?” she asked, voice husky, her breasts out, more gorgeous than ever.

He returned to her and gripped her hip, keeping her steady. “Driving you wild like you drive me wild.” He slid his cold lips across her nipple.

She gasped, grabbing onto his head. “Oh, God.”

He slowly looked up at her and sucked on the ice cube, then dropped it into his hand. “Tell me you don’t want this, and we stop. Or let go.” He watched the heat rush over her face then spread down to her chest.

She lifted her chin. “What if I do neither of those things?”

“I’ll make sure you can’t stop me again.” He grinned.

With the strength and playfulness that had always made him notice her, she smiled sensually and pressed her hand against his chest, moving him away.

Yeah, she liked this play as much as he did. Though he’d never quite seen her this turned on. Maybe she wanted to get caught. Even wanted to push him to see what he’d do. Didn’t matter.

He was sure as hell willing to play this game to drive her out of her mind like she drove him out of his. He popped the ice cube back into his mouth then reached for her dress and had it over her head and around her arms. His skills with rope often came in handy during sex but never more so than now. He spun the thin fabric and tied a knot around the kitchen cabinet handle, leaving her arms bound behind her back.

Without waiting, he mirrored her playful grin then returned his mouth to her nipple. He dragged his lips across her once, then he placed the ice cube between his teeth and slid the coldness across one nipple. She hissed and arched her back. Liking that reaction, he moved onto the other nipple before sliding the ice cube down her chest, over her round belly, to the top of her pubic line where he went down on one knee. He dropped the ice cube into his hands, licking his cold tongue against her clit.

She tilted her head back and moaned deeply. And fuck, he could watch her for hours. He licked again and again, circling her clit, flicking the bud until he had her squirming. Every time his tongue warmed, he sucked on the ice cube to keep the coolness driving her crazy. She groaned and rose on her tiptoes. He played like that until he saw the bunching of her jaw, the effect of the chill. Then he tossed the ice cube into the sink behind her and slid his finger up inside her, pumping hard and fast, getting her where she needed to go.

Her breath hitched once.

She froze.

Then she came beautifully against his mouth with hard shudders and breathy moans.

When she finally looked down at him with hooded eyelids and an open mouth drawing in deep breaths, he needed her in ways he had never needed anyone or anything in his life. He had his Levi’s open and to his ankles before his next breath. Once his boxer briefs followed, he grabbed her hips and entered her. Her rough moan undid him.

He thrust with long, slow movements, feeling every silky wet and warm inch accepting him. Needing to be closer yet, he cupped her nape, pinning her to him. He liked her like this. Not running away. Simply taking all of him, while he took of all her.

Her lust-filled moans brushed against his ear, and her scent overwhelmed him as he began to thrust harder and faster, taking them both higher. In that pureness, that sweet moment she gave to him every time he touched her, his mind cleared. He’d created a boundary she couldn’t ever cross because he’d never let her. She gave all of herself. There, she was bound for whatever he wanted. Open. Free. Desperate for him. He owed her the same vulnerability.

The pleasure quickly spun wildly out of control, her body squeezing and soaking as his cock thrust inside her. Her hitching breath and harsh gasps took him right over the edge with her. Because there was no doubt any longer.

She gave his life meaning.

And like she said, it was about time he started saying it aloud.

Chapter 17

Nash had been awake since the crack of dawn the following day, waiting to make the twenty-minute drive across town to deal with Clint. For an hour, Nash lay in bed next to Megan, watching her sleep, the moonlight cascading across her face. She was on her back, one arm slung over her head, the other hand on the belly that was getting rounder every time he looked. He wondered if she knew she slept like that. He slid his hand beneath hers, touching Megan and his child. His child. Christ, he was lucky. Since his accident, he’d struggled to find purpose or any sort of meaning in his life. He hated his injury. He cursed fate for stealing away his dreams. And yet now he knew he would have walked away from it all for her. For this. For this life she’d given him.

When Megan finally opened her eyes, she smiled, reaching depths in Nash’s heart that had never been reached before. For all that he thought he’d lost up until this point in his life, he realized he’d needed to lose it all, so he could gain everything that mattered.

And Megan mattered. Did she ever.

On his side, his head resting on one hand, he stroked her belly. “I have to leave for the ranch soon.”

She placed her hand on top of his. “Already?”

He nodded.

She reached for his hand and slid it up until he cupped her breast with an already taut nipple. “Anything I can do to change your mind?” she purred.

Heat flooded his groin, hardening him, and taking all his sweet thoughts and turning them dirty. “You just did.”