Tempting the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch 8)

"Yeah, build you up to the brink of an orgasm, then stop. Then do it over and over again until you can't take it any longer. When you finally combust, it’s out of this world."

Just the thought of that makes me squirm. "Sounds torturous, if I'm being honest."

"A painful pleasure, maybe, but trust me, you'll like it. You'll beg for me to let you come, and I'll keep edging you closer and closer until I finally give you what you want."

"Oh my God...stop it." I moan, nearly melting against him. "Don't tease me. I'm already dying here."

Stupid Aunt Flo.

"How about you keep reading, and I'll give you a little preview?"

"Of what?"

He flashes me a wink. "Lie back on the pillow."

I do as he says, bringing my book with me and getting comfortable against the arm of the sofa. Then he sits up and pushes his knee between my legs.

"Keep reading," he orders. "I need to know what happens."

I smirk because he's been totally invested in the heroine's story, which I love since it's one of my favorite books.

He lowers himself between my thighs and cups my pussy with his mouth over the boxers. Although he's not touching bare skin, the fabric is thin enough to feel everything.

"Oh my God...I can't focus when you do that." My head falls back, and I arch my hips to greet him.

"You stop reading, then I stop eating. So keep going."

"You don't play fair," I grit out.

"Read, Ivy."

He brings his face back to my pussy, rubbing and creating the best friction with his lips on my most sensitive spot. As I speak with shallow breaths, I focus on the pleasure he's creating between my legs and how badly I wish his tongue was inside me. But I'm not complaining.

"Your cunt is so needy, sweet girl. I can't stay away." Those words are my only warning before he lowers the boxers to expose my clit. He doesn't push them all the way down, just enough to reveal what he wants.

"I-I..." My eyes flutter closed, unable to make out the blurry sentences on the pages.

Kane twirls his tongue, then backs away. A quick slap against my pussy jolts me upward.

"I don't hear you," he states calmly, then flicks my clit again.

How the hell can I concentrate on words when I can barely concentrate enough to breathe?

Somehow, I continue reading while he continues with his delicious assault on my sensitive bud. I grow closer and closer, and then as promised, he backs away, leaving me frustrated and horny as fuck.

"Kane, please," I beg, nearly shoving my cunt in his face to finish me off. "Don't stop."

"I think you were about to read me a naughty scene," he taunts when my speech slows. He's not wrong, but it's not a real one. She's having a sex dream.

"Why do I need to read it when I'm living it right now?"

"Follow my rules, sweet girl, or you won't get to finish."

"That's cruel," I hiss. "I'll just finish myself off then." Considering I spent years doing it on my own, I know it wouldn't take long to find my release.

"C'mon, tell me what he does to her. How badly does she want it? Don't leave me hanging."

I groan out with frustration, then he lowers the boxers another inch, getting a bit too close to where my tampon is.

"Kane, I have—"

"Doesn't bother me," he says casually. "Your skin tastes so damn sweet. I need more of it."

I blink hard, trying to comprehend what he's saying, but I can barely think. I stutter my way through another paragraph, feeling self-conscious about how close his tongue is getting.

"Relax, baby. I'm here to make you feel good. Don't be nervous with me," he tells me softly. Kane's awareness of what I'm thinking and feeling is the hottest turn-on ever.

I focus on the pages while his tongue slides up and down my slit, then sucks on my clit. He brings me closer and closer to the edge until I’m panting.

"Get ready, sweet girl. This time, I'm not stopping."

His mouth latches on, and he sucks and teases until every nerve in my body explodes with pleasure. The book falls to the floor, and my hips jolt as I scream out my release. My hands cling to his hair, squeezing tightly as I ride out the wave.

"Holy shit, that was intense," I whisper, sinking into the couch as stars consume my vision.

"You thought that was good? I'm going to blow your goddamn mind this weekend."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

KANE

I've been dreading this day all fucking week.

I know Ivy's blind date isn't real, and she's only doing it to amuse her sister, but I'm still not happy. Though I've never been the possessive type with any other woman, not even Hadleigh, Ivy brings it out in me.

Not only do I not want any other man getting the idea he can touch her, but I can't even stand the thought of him sitting next to her. It fills me with a rage I haven't felt in a long-ass time. Ivy’s so fucking special to me and sweet that I can't risk losing her to some country club boy who's never gotten his hands dirty.