Sweet-Loving Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 2)

His dick throbbed under that salacious grin. Over the years, he had seen Harper a lot of ways, but this uninhibited woman was new to him. He placed his finger on the plumpest part of her bottom lip, leaving a trail of chocolate there.

Keeping her eyes on his, she dragged her finger down to her breast. “Here.” She pointed to the other nipple. “And here.”

He purposely looked away from her, letting her feel how much he wanted her by the way he took his time touching her. He moved his finger from her lip, to over her chin, then down to her neck, trailing a line of chocolate until he reached her breasts. He dipped his finger back into the melted chocolate then circled one nipple, slowly working the bud. She shivered and moaned, and he took a quick look, finding her eyes shut. He moved on to the other nipple, paying the taut bud the same attention. When he lifted his attention to her face, her cheeks were flushed, eyes on him. He arched a brow at her. “Anywhere else, beautiful?”

She nibbled her lip, removing some of the chocolate, and slowly slid her hand down between her thighs. “Here.”

“Right there, hmm?” With gentle fingers, he reached for her hip, holding her in place. After another dip in the chocolate sauce, he ran his finger down her stomach until he circled her hard clit, placing chocolate there. She moaned, and he smiled at such a perfect sound. Her eyes were closed again when he looked at her. He tickled her mouth with the tip of his finger. Her lips parted and her eyes opened. She exuded pure lust when she sucked on his finger.

“You are too fucking sexy, and you know this, don’t you?” His need of her knew no bounds. She drove him wild.

She nodded, her lips slowly stroking over his finger.

With her bottom resting on the table, he lifted her chin with his thumb and sealed his mouth over hers, tasting the sugary chocolate between them. She smelled of flowers, sunshine, and desire as he slid his tongue down over her chin to her neck, gingerly paying attention to her in the way she deserved. When he reached her breast, he tongued her areola then sucked her nipple up to the roof of his mouth. Her sharp gasp and head falling back urged him over to the other nipple, removing the chocolate with light flicks of his tongue. Beneath his mouth, she quivered. Drawing out the moment, he continued relentlessly teasing her, removing every single drop of chocolate, tickling his tongue down her stomach until he got on one knee. She widened her legs, showing him where she wanted him.

And he wanted to taste her.

Not teasing either of them anymore, he slid the flat of his tongue over her clit. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out. He played right there, sucking off the chocolate, ensuring he licked her clean, until she looked down at him.

Whatever control he thought he had vanished. Those damn pretty eyes owned him. “I need to be inside you,” he told her, rising. There, awaiting him to take her, a quivering mess of need and desire, he watched her, and she watched him back, while he removed his shirt and dropped his pants and boxer briefs. Not hesitating, he sheathed himself in the condom she’d left for him, then grabbed her one leg, hooking it onto his arm. He took hold of the base of his cock and entered her, groaning at her tight heat.

Eye to eye, he wanted exactly this. He needed her to see only him. He gripped her hip and thrust his hips slowly. Skin against skin, he wanted her to feel every stroke, every inch of his cock filling her up. He felt the tremble of her leg on his arm. He heard the hitch of her breath.

“Oh, God, you’re so deep. Don’t . . .” Her fingernails dug into this arm, urging him to move harder now. “Please . . . don’t stop.”

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bsp; They’d both been teased too far, and he was right there with her, getting close. He gripped her hip tight and rapidly pumped his hips. She screamed a perfect sound of surrender to her pleasure, causing him to reach for her other hip, thrusting his hips fast now, getting them both where he wanted to take them.

Soon, his groans were all he heard, mirrored by her raspy moans drawing close together, getting louder. He thought he had control, not ready to blow yet, until she gasped, her breath hitched, back arched, and her head fell back against the table. She gave him a gorgeous shudder, bringing out his climax without any warning. He lost sight of her then, drawn inwards as he pounded forward into his orgasm until he was bucking and jerking his seed into the condom.

Many minutes later, he discovered he was drenched in sweat, the bowl of chocolate was broken on the floor, and Harper was laughing.

He forced himself to rise, placing his hands on either side of her. “Problem?”

Her eyes were still shut. “My shift starts in an hour.”

“You have lots of time to get there.” He swiped the strands of hair off her face, trying to understand.

“It’s not that. I just came so hard that I honestly cannot move.” She laughed softly again, opening those pretty twinkling eyes to him. “Like, at all.”

He leaned down and kissed her soft lips, feeling the contractions of her tight heat massaging his spent cock. “That’s a good problem to have, beautiful.”

“For those who don’t need to work tonight,” she retorted, shutting her eyes with a long breathless sigh. “Just give me a minute. My working legs need to be here somewhere.”

He chuckled. Christ, he loved hearing her laugh.

Chapter 6

Every Sunday before this one, Harper had spent the morning doing absolutely nothing, usually staying in her pajamas until well into the afternoon. She did all the things that made her heart happy. Reading and binge-watching television shows on Netflix usually topped the list. For as long as she could remember, Sundays had always been her favorite day of the week. This morning, however, made every other Sunday before it seem dull in comparison. Other than leaving the bedroom for a quick breakfast, she spent the morning atop Chase, beneath Chase, and against the wall with Chase. She’d had more orgasms over the last twenty-four hours than she’d had in a year.

After they had fallen apart in each other’s arms this last time, she sought hydration in the form of two glasses of water. When she returned from the kitchen feeling perfectly tender in all the right places, wearing nothing but a long bed shirt, she stopped in the doorway, smiling at Chase. Eyes closed, he lay in the bed, one arm folded beneath his head, the other resting at his side. The white sheet rested low on his body, showing off that sexy V at his hips and his mouthwatering six-pack.

“I like when you watch me.” He peeked open one eye, the side of his mouth curving. “Especially when you look at me like that.”

“I can’t help it.” She closed the distance between them. “You look damn good in my bed.”

“While I like that, I’m also the only guy you’ve ever had in your bed.”