Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders 15)

Dalton sucked and tongued her ni**les until they were wet and tight. His hot, ragged breath on her damp skin had her vibrating from head to toe. Wanting more. Wanting everything.

He nibbled on her throat as his hands slid up to the middle of her back. He slowly angled forward, returning her to the mattress with him on top.

A subtle scent of apples and cinnamon wafted over them as the heater kicked on, stirring the candle-scented air. Rory turned her head until her face connected with his warm neck. She breathed him in, needing something familiar in this unfamiliar situation in which she had no control.

Dalton was in charge. And he intended to prove it.

His lips traveled from her temple down to the edge of her jaw and to the tip of her chin. Nipping kisses followed the arch of her throat back to her br**sts.

This time he ignored her ni**les.

His soft mouth on just the outside curve of her breast drove her out of her mind. The butterfly light touches of his fingertips were beyond a fleeting tease, but a sensual stroke that electrified her as if he’d run his fingers across the nerve endings on the inside of her body.

Energy crackled between them. He didn’t tell her how beautiful she was. Or how much he wanted her. His hands on her and his mouth on her conveyed far more heat and need than any words ever could. Dalton’s silence was more arousing than a play by play.

Finally those deft fingers slipped beneath the lace waistband of her panties and he tugged them off. When she grabbed his forearm, he brought that arm above her head and commanded, “Leave. It. There.”

“I want—”

Her words were cut off by the brutal possession of his mouth.

Dalton curled his big hand over her mound. His middle finger stroked the outer rim of flesh beside her clitoris. Almost touching it, but not quite. Teasing it until she swore her clit swelled just to reach that stroking finger. Then he’d sweep his finger across that hot spot a few times and return to teasing.

“Dalton. Please.”

Maybe please was the magic word because he pushed back and shucked his jeans. Then his boxers. Picking up the new box of condoms on the dresser, he opened it, pulling out a strip of six. Ripping off one, he tossed the rest on the dresser, tore open the packet and suited up. His palms slid up her legs, over hipbones, ribcage and br**sts.

Her breath caught at the sexy, slinky way he’d covered her body, letting the heat and the roughness of his skin skim hers.

Planting his hands by her head, he stared into her eyes.

So fiercely male. Yet in the glow of the flickering candles, so utterly sensual.

Rory reached between them and circled her hand around his cock. She rubbed the head through the slickness at her opening. “You make me wet. Your hands on me and the way you kiss me gets me so hot and ready—”

“Aurora. Stop.”

Gave her the good kind of chills when he said her name in that deep raspy murmur.

He kissed the slope of her shoulder. “I never thought I’d get the chance to be with you like this again.” He continued to drag openmouthed kisses across the same section of skin. The eroticism of it had her head spinning. “That’s why I want to take it slow. Savor it. Savor every inch of you.”

In the past she would’ve discounted his flattery. But cocky Dalton McKay almost sounded…humbled. Since she didn’t know what to say, she didn’t say anything.

Dalton pushed up and moved, gently rolling her onto her stomach. He kissed her spine above the dimples of her ass. “I found your tattoo.” He dragged his lips across it. “A rose. I’m not surprised.”

His heated breath and soft lips sent chills dancing across her body.

“I want you like this.” His muscular body covered hers. His hard chest on her back, his hips digging into her ass, his legs outside of hers. His mouth—that warm, hungry mouth—worked the back of her neck until she writhed beneath him.

He threaded his fingers through hers and slipped their joined hands between her thighs. “Touch yourself, baby.”

Rory blushed. She’d never masturbated in front of anyone.

Sensing her tension, he angled his hand to stroke her slit. “Can you do that for me?”

“I’ll…try.”

Rough-skinned hands landed on her shoulders and slid down her back to her waist. Then he hiked her hips up and spread her knees apart with his. “I don’t see your hand moving.”

“Because I…I’ve never…”

“I’m gonna have some fun getting you over that bit of shyness.” His fingers followed the cleft of her butt down to where her fingers rested. “Wet, but not wet enough. Push up onto all fours.” Dalton scooted back.

The next thing she knew, his head was between her legs and his mouth was on her pu**y. “Omigod.”

He licked and ate at her until she became slick and shaky. Then he moved back over her and his voice was in her ear. “Next time I put my mouth on your pu**y I’m gonna be there a while.” He gently pushed her shoulders to the mattress. His fingers gripped her hips and he slowly fed his c**k into her.

Dalton stayed buried in her for several long breaths. Building the anticipation, making Rory wetter, hotter, crazy to have his hard flesh pounding into her.

She could feel his body shaking. Feel the burning heat where they were joined. Hear the breath sawing in and out of his lungs at the same ragged tempo as her own.

What was he waiting for?

“Touch yourself,” he demanded gruffly.

Oh. That’s what he was waiting for.

Rory shifted her balance, slipping her right hand beneath her. She followed her slit from the top down her swollen folds to where Dalton’s c**k filled her. She traced around his girth, teasing the small strip of his shaft that wasn’t stuffed inside her.

He hissed in a breath.

Then she fondled his balls. They weren’t drawn up tight, but hung low.

Dalton didn’t move. Didn’t start f**king her like a madman. He waited for her to touch herself. And she knew he wouldn’t move until she did what he asked.

The instant her finger swirled around her clit he pulled out oh-so-slowly. A brief pause and then all that thick hardness glided back in to the hilt.

She fingered her clit in the way that would get her off quickly. No reason to drag it out. She expected that Dalton would pick up the pace once her body was stretched and ready. So the sooner she came the sooner she’d get that body-pounding fury. But he didn’t waver in the slow and steady. Slow and steady.

And she sort of wanted to scream at him to hurry the f**k up.