Hillbilly Rockstar (Blacktop Cowboys 6)

Uncertainness darkened her eyes.

“What?”

“You only wanted me after my makeover.”

Devin tugged her pouty bottom lip between his teeth and lightly bit down before releasing it. “Wrong. You only enhanced what was already there. I’m the one who’s the fool for not seein’ it was there in the first place.”

Her wary look softened. Her “You’re smooth” response wasn’t uttered with malice but amusement.

“Mmm-hmm. But, darlin’, I’m rough too.” He kissed straight down her chin, over the vulnerable spot in her neck where her pulse pounded. He buried his face between her drool-worthy tits, then slid his mouth up the generous swell, nipping at the skin surrounding the pale pink tip but purposely avoiding putting his mouth directly on the tempting morsel.

“You trying to drive me crazy?”

Devin dragged his mouth back down the slope, stopping to nestle his face into her abundant flesh, kissing up the other side. Treating her with the exact same nip-and-nuzzle combination. But then he detoured to the tender outside of her full breast before his tongue followed the crease back to the center of her torso.

He glanced up at her, mesmerized by the flush on her cheeks, the tousled condition of her hair, the lust in her eyes and the rise and fall of her magnificent chest. “I’ll come back to these. But first I need to f**k you with my mouth. Spread your legs.”

“Very smooth,” she murmured and inched her heels out.

Devin inserted himself between her legs, putting his hands on her inner thighs to push them even farther apart. The dim lighting left those delectable feminine bits in shadow. He stroked the inside of the cleft with his thumbs. So slick and hot. The tip of his tongue flicked over her clit.

Liberty immediately jerked up.

“Stay still.” He followed the contours of her sex down to her opening. Once his tongue dipped into that sweet, sticky goodness, his plan to tease her until she begged flew right out the back of the f**king bus. Keeping his tongue stiff, he pushed it into her pu**y and licked those silky, pulsing walls.

“Oh, damn. You are very, very good at that.”

He rammed his tongue into her again and again. Fluttering his tongue up her slit to swirl across her clit, then licking back down. All the way down to lap at the juices coating her tight ass**le. He wouldn’t deny himself any part of her body. The sooner she understood he liked raunchy sex of all flavors, the better.

Liberty clenched her thighs as he pushed her closer to the edge. The friction of the cool sheet against his hot length felt damn good. He forced himself not to hump the mattress. But if he secretly rubbed one off, he’d last longer for the next go.

Nah. He’d had enough of his own hand in the last month.

She urged him, “Devin, please. I’m close.”

He suctioned his mouth to her clit and slipped two fingers into her cunt to stroke her G-spot.

That sent her into orbit. She gasped and then seemed to stop breathing entirely as her body writhed and bucked, vibrating like a tuning fork.

It’d been so long since he’d allowed himself this intimacy that he’d forgotten how much he loved going down on a woman. He glanced up, pleased that her arms were still above her head. Really pleased to see the glow of sexual satisfaction on her face.

Liberty sank into the mattress with a sigh.

Devin pushed up onto all fours. He brushed his lips over her right hip bone, stringing kisses over the sensitive skin until he reached her left hip bone. Every long, sweeping upward pass of his hungry mouth brought him closer to the mouthwatering tits he hadn’t fully explored.

“Can I touch you now?” she asked, a bit breathlessly.

“Nope. I’m still touching you.” He tongued her nipple. “How sensitive are your tits?”

“What do you mean?”

Devin kissed the tip. “You admitted you’ve kept them bound for years. Has it affected sensitivity?”

“Not that I’ve noticed.”

He enclosed the nipple in his teeth and bit down until she gasped, then drew the tip into his mouth and gently suckled away the sting. The section of skin along her side seemed particularly sensitive, so he caressed and stroked that area while he focused on the other breast.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you’d worship my chest,” she murmured huskily.

“Hard to tear myself away from perfection.” He flattened his palm and inched his hand down the center of her body until he reached her mound. His middle and index finger followed the split in her sex to her wet opening. Then he shoved the fingers in and rotated his hand to manipulate her clit with his thumb. “I want to get you off before I f**k you again.”

“And if I said I’d rather you just f**ked me now?”

Devin lifted his mouth from her nipple long enough to answer. “I’d say it don’t matter what you’d rather and you’d better come fast.” He blew a stream of air over the wet tip just to hear that throaty moan.

“I can’t come again. God. You made me come three times already.”

He grinned at her. “And isn’t that a helluva nice surprise for me? Because knowing you can come like that?” He planted kisses down her belly. “Sweet”—kiss—“hot”—kiss—“sexy”—kiss—“woman of mine. I’m on a f**kin’ mission to make you come like that every time.”

“Devin. Seriously. I can’t.”

“You know I’m gonna make you eat them words . . .” He dropped between her thighs. “Right after I eat you.”