Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

Or maybe that had just been a truly outstanding orgasm.

She lifted her head and looked at Adam, who seemed just as floored as she felt. Maybe that was wishful thinking on her part, but he kissed her before she could overthink things too much. “How are you doing?”

“Well and truly satisfied.”

His grin made things low in her stomach clench, which made his jaw go tight, which made her hot all over again. Adam stroked a hand up her side, idly cupping her breast and circling her nipple. “You have anywhere to be in the next hour?”

Hour? She shifted. The fact they were having this conversation while he was still inside her wasn’t in her realm of social niceties. “Uh, no?”

“Perfect.” He kissed her again, his tongue sliding along hers. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

Sweet baby Jesus. She just stared as he got to his knees and pulled his pants back up. “You’re not?”

“Sugar, I know it might be shocking, but I’d like to have sex with you while we’re both naked and have full range of motion.” His grin made her toes curl. “Not that I’m even remotely complaining about how things just went down.”

She should have known that letting go of her previous expectations was important when it came to this man, but obviously she hadn’t managed it, because he kept surprising her. “Okay.” She licked her lips and peered down at the street below them. “Do you think someone heard us?”

“Sugar, focus.” He pulled her to her feet, and she didn’t miss the fact that he stood between her and the edge of the roof, blocking the sight of anyone who bothered to look up. She almost pointed out that someone catching a glimpse of her up here with him in an obvious state of undress would surely get tongues wagging, but the look on his face stopped her.

Stop overthinking. Just enjoy this. You got an orgasm for the record books.

And he wants an hour to do it again.

She stifled a giggle and ducked back into her room, pausing long enough to make sure she could still hear the gunshot sounds and music from Aubry’s game. Satisfied that her friend wasn’t going to come barging in to save her or something, she turned to face Adam. “You want me focused? I’m focused.”

“Perfect.” He scooped her up and dropped her on the bed, scattering her laundry and surprising a laugh out of her.

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him strip. His eyebrows rose. “When you look at me like that, I feel like a piece of meat.”

“Not just any meat—grade-A prime rib.”

If anything, his eyebrows rose higher. “You’re something else.”

“Something awesome.” It had to be the orgasm going to her head, because she felt positively punch-drunk. “Now get over here and lay one on me.”

He crawled onto the bed, his muscles flexing beneath golden skin. “Oh, sugar, I’m about to lay something on you all right.”

She barely waited for him to kiss her before she pushed on his shoulders. “Wait, wait, wait. You promised I’d get to be on top. It’s most definitely my turn now.”

“I’m not going to argue with that.” He flopped onto his back, pulling her with him so that she sprawled over his chest. Adam’s eyebrow cocked up, a grin pulling at the edges of his lips. “Well, you have me at your mercy. What are you going to do with me?”

Everything. With all his skin laid out for her enjoyment, she didn’t know where to start. She sat up so she could see more of him and trailed her hands down his chest, watching the way his muscles jumped beneath her touch. He had the body of a man who worked, his muscles clearly defined without being over-the-top. “I’m going to have some fun.” More fun than should be legal.

Adam’s gaze traveled over her breasts, making her nipples pebble and her skin tingle. “You have a very limited time before I toss you down and have my way with you.”

“I thought I was in charge here.”

He rested his hands on her sides, his thumb tracing her hipbones. “You’re enough to tempt a saint to sin, sugar. And I’m nowhere near a saint.” He stroked up her sides to cup her breasts. “Though I like the view too much to stop—you’re right on that note. The sight of you sliding up and down my cock… Yeah, I’m willing to take a backseat for that.”

Funny, but it didn’t feel like he was in the backseat while coaxing little shivers from her body by kneading her breasts. Jules arched her back, pressing herself more fully into his palms. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” But he paused. “I don’t suppose you have condoms in this place?”

Her cheeks heated, but she wasted no time scrambling for the top drawer of her nightstand. When she got there, though, she paused. For all her optimism of getting laid sometime this decade, she hadn’t even bothered to take the cellophane off the box. Jules shot Adam a look, but there was no way she could unwrap it without him hearing and/or seeing.