How West Was Won (Haven, Texas 7)

“Okay? Fuck no. Everything is fucking amazing. When you’re more comfortable with this, I’ll get you to reach down and part those lips with your fingers, show me how much you want me. And I’m betting you want me a lot, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“Yes,” she said so quietly she worried he wouldn’t hear.

“Yes, my baby wants me.”

He reached down and grasped her around the waist. “Gonna pull you down the bed, baby girl. I’ll go easy.”

And he did, moving her carefully so he didn’t jar her shoulder. Finally, he had her hips positioned at the edge of the mattress and he parted her pussy lips himself. Then leaning in, he took a deep sniff.

Fuck. Fuck. Did she smell all right? She had no idea. She stiffened.

“You’re worrying about something.”

“Um.”

“What are you supposed to do with your worries?”

“Um.” What?

He looked up, her gaze slammed into his and the heat in it scorched her from the inside out.

“Give them to me.”

Right. Fuck. Could she do that? It sounded so easy. Tell him what was wrong. But it wasn’t easy.

“I just,” she cleared her throat, “DoIsmellokay?”

The words ran together in her haste to get them out and he stared at her, his head tilted slightly to one side. “Do you smell okay?”

She nodded.

“No, you don’t smell okay.”

Oh, God. She pushed her legs together, but he grabbed hold of her thighs, holding her immobile. “You smell fucking fantastic. Baby, stop stressing. You are amazing. Gorgeous. Fucking sexy. Made. For. Me.”

And with that said, he was obviously done talking because his hands left her thighs, he spread her lips wide with the fingers of one hand then thrust two fingers of his other deep into her passage. She clenched around him. It felt so good. So damn good.

He drove back and forth, his tongue playing with her clit. He wasn’t soft and gentle. He was hungry. He was fast. He was voracious.

And she felt herself spiral higher and higher until she crashed. Her hips rose, her pussy clenching down on his fingers, holding him inside her.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby girl. Hold onto me tight. So fucking tight. I cannot wait to feel you around my cock. You need to do just that when I’m inside you.”

He stood, sliding his fingers free, and she groaned. But he walked over to his bag and drew out a strip of condoms. He pulled the top one off and she watched, fascinated, as he opened it and slid it down his cock.

“Ever put a rubber on someone, baby?”

She shook her head. “Brian used one, but he went into the bathroom to put it on.”

He paused, look down at her. “What the fuck? Why’d he do that?”

“I have no idea. He also insisted on the lights being off when we, uh, did it.”

He snorted. “Lights aren’t ever going to be off when we’re fucking, baby girl. I want to see you, hear you, and taste every fucking inch of you.” He lay on the bed, his back leaning against the headboard. He patted his thigh.

“Come here.”

“Um . . .” What exactly did he want her to do?