Miss Firecracker (Wild West Boys 2)

“Do you know what you’re askin’ me?”

“Uh-huh.” She lifted to her tiptoes and sank her teeth into his chin. Not hard, but with intent.

His restraint shattered. He grabbed the lapels of her shirt and yanked. Buttons flew. One flick of his thumb and the front clasp on her bra popped.

Blake angled his head and kissed the hollow of her throat. “I don’t care how, but get your clothes out of my way. Now.”

Somehow Willow complied.

His hands spanned the width of her trim ribcage and he allowed his thumbs to rub over her ni**les until they beaded into tiny points. He bent and suckled. Lapping at the upper and lower curves of her breasts. Loving that everything about her was proportioned perfectly for her petite frame.

He trilled his lips down her stomach and dropped to his knees in front of her.

“Blake.”

He unhooked the button on her jeans. They were loose enough that with one quick tug they tumbled to her feet. Blake kissed the soft section of skin between her hipbones. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the dark scent of her arousal as he stripped her panties away. “Spread your legs and brace your hands on the nightstand behind you.”

Not a second’s hesitation on Willow’s part.

He placed a soft kiss on the short, dark curls covering her mound and let his tongue trace her cleft from her pubic bone straight to the sticky wetness between her thighs.

“Oh. Yes.”

Blake lost his mind at the honeyed taste of her. He jammed his tongue deep, licking, then plunging and retreating until her legs started to shake.

His tongue zigzagged up that sweet furrow. He settled his mouth over her clit. A few hard-lipped nibbles morphed into solid rhythmic sucking.

Willow flew apart. Making high-pitched keening sounds so hot and sexy Blake had to squeeze his butt cheeks together to keep from coming right along with her.

Once the pulses quit, he gifted her pu**y with one last kiss. Blake stripped. He reached in his duffel bag and snagged the unopened box of condoms.

Her fingers maintained a death grip on the dresser. She kept her eyes on his as he ripped the plastic packaging off the box with his teeth, took out a square packet, tore it open and sheathed himself.

“On the bed, sunshine.” Willow paused at the edge of the mattress. He pressed their bodies together, his front to her back, marveling at the feel of her skin, baby soft and slightly damp. He brushed aside her hair to taste the slope of her shoulder.

She shivered.

“On your hands and knees. This is gonna be hard and fast.” Even though his balls were aching and his c**k straining, he took his time getting her into position. When her body was cradled beneath his, he nibbled on her earlobe. “Ready?”

“Yes. Do it.”

But Willow’s small build kept Blake from plunging in. Once he was seated balls deep, and slick tightness surrounded his cock, he had to grit his damn teeth not to f**k her with enough force to send her flying into the wall.

“Blake.”

“What? Are you okay?”

“I’d be better if you were moving.” Willow cranked her head around, challenging him with those liquid brown eyes. “Didn’t you say something about hard and fast?”

Keeping his gaze on hers, he pulled all the way out and slammed back in. Twice in rapid succession.

Her lower back arched. Her head fell forward until her hair obscured her face. “Yes. Like that.”

He dug his fingers into her hips, mesmerized by the globes of her ass bouncing with each hard thrust as his c**k tunneled in and out.

She exploded with another cl**ax that pulsed around his cock, seeming to pull him deeper inside her.

As much as Blake yearned to savor the moment, it’d been an eternity since he’d had sex. The need for release built quickly. Before he could warn her, he came with a hoarse shout.

Once he’d regained his wits, he bussed the back of her head. “Hang tight. Let me get rid of this condom.”

Willow mumbled and fell onto her belly. She was in that position when Blake returned.

He crawled on the bed and ran his hand up her spine. “You awake?”

She turned her head. “You completely wore me out.”

“You don’t want to go another round? Maybe it’d reenergize you.”

“Tomorrow.” She yawned. “I’m tired.”

He caressed her sweet curves. “You want one of my shirts to sleep in?”

“I thought that big, hot body of yours could keep me warm.”

“Sounds good.” Blake switched off the lamp. He scooted in behind her and she immediately snuggled into his chest.

“I forgot to tell you thanks for dinner.” She kissed his pectoral. “And thanks for the outstanding orgasm.”

“More where that came from. Get some sleep. We have another long day tomorrow.” And if he had his way, a very long morning spent between the sheets and her thighs before they even made it downstairs.

***

Willow was cold. She rolled, hoping to reconnect with Blake’s body heat, but he wasn’t there.

She blinked and saw him lounging against the wall, staring at her. She smiled sleepily. “Hey.”

“That’s much better than the shriek I got yesterday morning.”

“That’s because I’m not surprised to see you today.”

“But you’re happy to see me?”

“Very.”

“Good. Because I’ve been waiting for you to wake up so I can give you a proper good mornin’ kiss.”

“Can I brush my teeth first?”

He grinned. “Oh, it ain’t your mouth I plan on kissing.”

Bye-bye sleepy; hello wide-awake.

“Spread your legs.”

She didn’t utter a peep of protest. As long as he put his mouth on her he could command her all day as far as she was concerned. Willow kicked the covers away.

“Wider.”

She let her right heel touch the edge of the bed and slid her left heel until it nearly touched the wall.

“Scoot up.”

Willow propped herself up on her elbows to watch Blake shimmy on his belly between her thighs. “I think your shoulders are almost as wide as the bed.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me.”

“Handy, then, isn’t it, that you’re exactly where I want you to be?”

“Mmm-hmm.”

Then he began to work her over with his mouth. Suckling kisses and nibbles interspersed with long, wet licks of his tongue. He spread her pu**y lips apart with his thumbs and sucked directly on her cl*t until she was primed to blow and then he backed off. Next he tickled her skin with the ends of his hair as he rubbed his open mouth up and down the tops of her thighs.

But it wasn’t torture, it was…humbling, Blake’s undivided attention to her pleasure. Figuring out what she liked. What made her giggle. Or what made her beg.

Oh and she begged. Repeatedly.

The first time he brought her to orgasm just by using the barest flick of his tongue across her clit. She hadn’t caught her breath and Blake started in again. He scattered kisses up the inside of her thighs.

The second time he brought her to orgasm with two fingers pumping in and out of her wet pu**y as he suckled her clit. She’d gripped his head and ground her sex against his face. Blake’s possessive growling noise set her off as fast and loud as a Black Cat firecracker.

Willow flopped back on the mattress and briefly contemplated crossing her legs to give herself time to recover. But Blake would see that as a challenge.

Warm kisses danced across her belly. “Good mornin’, sunshine.”

“Morning? I thought it was night because that last one seemed to last forever.”

“You still haven’t screamed my name yet.”

She snorted. “I could barely remember my own name, let alone yours.”

“And yet, I’m not offended by that. Think you can take one more?” he asked and then sucked her right nipple into his mouth.

“Oh. I love that.”

“I noticed.” Blake peeked at her from beneath lowered lashes. “If you’re on top I can suck on you like this as you’re riding me.”

He looked so earnest, yet afraid she’d say no. Delusional man. “Get a condom.”

His dimpled grin could prove to be her downfall.

She perched on the edge of the bed, lusting over the muscles rippling in his butt cheeks as he crossed the room. Man. He had the nicest derrière she’d ever seen up close. Then he turned and she caught her first good look at his front.

Holy moly.

Last night he’d kept his lower half shadowed, denying her the chance to touch him. Blake was such a Boy Scout he’d probably worried she’d be leery of his generous…attributes. It’d become obvious when he’d started working all that hot maleness inside her that he was big. Very big. And whoa—no complaints from her on that front.

She pointed to the condom in his hand. “Are you going to let me put that on?”

He tossed the package to her. “Have at it.”

“Get on the bed.”

Blake stretched out and his feet nearly dangled off the edge.

Willow had forgotten the steely, yet velvety soft feel of a c**k in her palm. And what an outstanding cock. Wow. She could barely wrap her hand around the girth. She squeezed his shaft, sweeping her thumb under the cockhead.

He watched her from beneath hooded eyes.

She ripped the package open and wasted no time rolling on the latex. She placed her knee by his hip and swung her other leg over so she straddled him. “Now you’re at my mercy and I can do whatever I want. And I’ll start—” she leaned forward and spread her hands across his chest, “—right here. Mmm. You are so beefy. Do you work out a lot?”

“Not much else to do in Sundance, Wyoming,” he said dryly. “But yeah, I’ve been working out more than usual lately.”

Willow refused to break the mood by asking about his job situation. Or if working at night freed up his days for time in the gym. “Being muscle bound looks good on you. Very good.” Using the tip of her finger, she traced the funky star tattoo on the right side of his chest. “How long have you had this?”