One Night Rodeo (Blacktop Cowboys 4)

“There damn well is a problem with that, Kyle. This wasn’t cheap and I—”

He fused his mouth to hers. The kiss, alternating between sweet and fiery, flirty and flat-out lewd, ended when the song did, which was too damn soon for his liking.

“You’ve proven your point,” she panted. “Can we please go now?”

“Nope. You’ve got that backward. You proved your point. I need to prove mine.”

“Which is?”

He offered her a wicked grin. “To show my public appreciation that my wife is a knockout.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to show your appreciation in private? To me?”

“I plan to. For now, put your arms around me. Dig your nails into the back of my head like you do when I’m goin’ down on you.”

His sexpot wife blushed and looked away.

“Huh-uh. Eyes on me. If you’re bold enough to wear that outfit in public, you can hear all the dirty things I wanna do to you while you’re wearing that outfit.”

Celia’s bashfulness disappeared, replaced by a look of challenge. “Would those dirty thoughts include tying me up? Because you haven’t done that near enough for my liking.”

Kyle bit back a growl.

“I really thought we’d christen the barn as a sexual playground, because there’s lots of rope, and hooks in the rafters.”

“Playin’ with fire, Celia.”

“Mmm. Maybe. Or maybe I need to fan the flames that are already there, since I’ve been a little…hesitant in expressing my wifely needs.”

“Why?”

She kept her gaze on his. “Because this raw sexual need is new to me. And in the last week you’ve been more interested in talking than—”

“Fucking you until you scream. Well, that’s about to change.”

“Good.” She put her lips on his ear. “Besides the one time Breck talked me into a threesome with Michael? My sexual adventures have been limited and I’ve been wanting to explore all that uncharted territory with you.”

That admission surprised him. “How is it in all the conversations we’ve had in the last month this hasn’t come up?”

She didn’t answer. She just looked away.

He trapped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. “How limited?”

“Kyle—”

“Tell me all of it. We’ve been married for weeks.” Christ. He hadn’t exactly gone easy on her in bed, believing she had the sexual experience to back up her passion.

“I’ve only been with three guys. Pistol, the guy who popped my cherry—he didn’t even know I was a virgin. Breck. I don’t count Michael because his part in the threesome was only a blow job. And…you.”

Don’t show shock.

“I know what you’re thinking. On the circuit I wanted people to believe I’d been around the block. I was tired of being the horse-loving, homely hometown girl whose brothers practically enforced her virginity until she was twenty-one. I thought if I acted sexually sophisticated it’d give me confidence to follow through and become that way.”

Her teasing and evasive comments hit him then. Over the last few years Celia had only implied she’d been playing musical horse trailers. “Is that why you wanted the marriage to be in name only?”

She nodded.

“Thank God I’m a pushy bastard and wouldn’t stand for that, huh? And this news just presents a whole bunch of new possibilities for us.”

“So you’re not upset?”

“That you’ve been selective with who’s sampled these very fine goods? Hell no. But it wouldn’t have mattered to me if you got off banging the entire rodeo team. The past is the past for us, kitten. For both of us.” His hands fell from her face and he smoothly slipped his leg between hers so the hard muscle of his thigh connected with her sex.

She hissed, “What are you doing?”

“Dancing with my wife.” He rocked them a little more and she gasped. “See? I ain’t such a bad dancer after all.”

“You trying to make me come right here?”

“No. I’m trying to make you so edgy”—his lips feathered over her jaw—“so needy, that you come on that first, hard thrust.”

Celia tilted her head back. Her gray eyes were decidedly somber. “What is going on with you?”

“As much as I’d like to hotfoot it to my truck and take you straight home to bed, I do like bein’ out with you. And I thank you for the reminder that I don’t expect us to isolate ourselves on the ranch all the time.” He grinned. “I cannot wait to see them other outfits you got.”

She kissed him. “Thank you.”

“But I am gonna whisper dirty nothings in your ear for the duration of the dances.”

“I oughta grind my pu**y down on your leg and come right now.”

“You’d better not.”

Celia kicked her heel in, which squeezed his thigh more tightly between her legs. “Oops.”

“I’m warning you.”

“I’m warning you. I’ve got about one more song dancing with you like this or I’ll lose it.”

Kyle wondered when he’d lost control of this situation. But he had a really good idea on how to get it back. “Fine. One more song. Now put them sugar lips on mine.”

The play of mingled breath and stolen smooches made him damn dizzy. Celia too, if the rapid pounding of the pulse in her throat was an indication. When he bent to lightly suck on that bit of flesh he felt her knees buckle.