Tied Up, Tied Down (Rough Riders 4)

She’d dreamily whisper, “Please,” in the darkness as she opened her legs for his touch. With his mouth busy on her neck, or his tongue tasting her ni**les, his fingers grew damp and sticky from her arousal. He’d slide in and out of that sweet heat, deeper, faster, sweeping the pad of his thumb over her clit, building her excitement. When he sent her soaring over the edge, he’d clamp his mouth over hers and swallow her cries as he mounted her.

He’d stare into her eyes, pushing his c**k into her, an inch at a time while she was still coming. Kade would f**k her with painstaking precision, keeping her teetering on the brink of another orgasm. She’d whimper for more; he’d deny her, keeping her body pinned beneath his. When he allowed her to climax, she’d moan his name. He’d ram into her, coming hard enough to leave them both gasping, sweaty, f**king her so completely she’d never mix him up with another man again.

Tame, as far as fantasies went, but damn perfect in his mind.

He glanced at Eliza. She’d finally crashed. He removed the bottle from her milk-slackened mouth and carefully repositioned her on his shoulder. Two pats on her back and she belched.

Wearily, Kade rose out of the rocking chair and climbed the stairs.

The bed dipped and Skylar rolled to her side.

“She asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re a good daddy.”

“Mmm. I’m good at a lot of other things too.”

The next thing she knew, the bedcovers were flung back and his hot, naked body was pressed against hers.

“Kade, I don’t think—”

He sank his teeth into the curve of her shoulder and her whole body shuddered.

“Then don’t. I’m dyin’ to touch you, Sky.”

“But, Eliza—”

“Is sleepin’. We’re not. Maybe we oughta take advantage of that fact.”

Rough hands skated from her collarbone down to her hip. His warm mouth left a trail of kisses up the back of her neck and his breath stirred her hair, making her shiver.

Making her realize how long it’d been since she’d felt this rush of need.

“Lemme make you feel good.”

“Kade—”

“Ssh.” Then he shifted so she was lying on top of him. Her back plastered to his immense chest. Her legs layered over his, the coarse hair and rougher skin of his thighs tickled the backside of her knees. Her arms were stretched high above her head. He’d nestled his erect c**k in the crack of her ass, lengthwise between her butt cheeks. A low, sexy chuckle burned her ear. “Kinda like a hot dog fittin’ into a bun, huh?”

She groaned softly at his strangely voiced observation and gave up any pretense of resistance. His callused hands traced her arms from her wrists, down past her elbows, over her biceps until his big palms cupped her br**sts. He strummed her ni**les with the pads of his thumbs while kissing the slope of her shoulder.

“I love your tits. So soft and round. Perfect for my hands and mouth. For buryin’ my face in. Suckin’ ’em for hours until you come.”

Skylar turned her head to try and kiss him.

“Ah-ah-ah.” Kade flattened his hands and dragged them oh-so-slowly down her belly to her hips. The first two fingers on his right hand breached her curls, and slipped down her slit to plunge inside her sex.

She hissed.

He stroked her several times, each thrust deeper, each thrust bypassed her clit.

“Touch me.”

“I am.” He sucked on the spot behind her ear that made her head swim. “Maybe you oughta point out exactly where you want me touchin’ you.” Kade reached for her right arm, placing his palm over the top of her hand, gliding their joined hands down her torso to rest on the top of her pubic bone. “Show me.”

Skylar pushed their joined fingers inside her pu**y, pumping in and out, coating all four digits with her wetness. “You do that,” she said, leaving his fingers. She slid her hand up, placing her middle finger on her clit, rubbing in circles, making sure he could feel her every movement. “While I do this.” Sky never remembered being so bold. So brazen. So confident with her sexuality.

Kade created a rhythm, setting her whole body tingling with anticipation. Then he tilted his pelvis slightly and his c**k slid in her crack as he f**ked her pu**y with his fingers.

“Oh. That feels…good. Really good.” She rubbed her finger faster over that engorged nub. Sweat made their bodies slippery. The room was filled with the sounds of skin scraping on fabric, heavy breathing, and a slight squeak of the bedframe.

“Clench your cheeks.” Kade’s beard rasped over her arched neck as he drove his fingers deeper and rolled his hips. “Come on, darlin’, bear down. Squeeze me hard.”

Her internal muscles clamped around his thrusting fingers. Her butt cheeks tightening around his c**k set off an orgasmic chain reaction, traveling from her pu**y to the top of her ass crack and she moaned, “Yes, like that. Please, deeper.”

The tip of his c**k jerked, coating the small of her back with sticky warmth and he swore a blue streak in her ear.

She flung her arm over her eyes, rocking into him, slowing the strokes on her clit to prolong the moment. The blast of pleasure roared in her head, blocking out all sound but her stuttered gasps of orgasmic bliss.

Kade heard Skylar thrashing around in bed before he opened the door to peek inside.

It took a second for his head to decipher the images his eyes were relaying.

Skylar was in the middle of the bed. Pajama bottoms off. Her left forearm draped across her eyes. Her right hand stroking madly between her legs as she climaxed.

Holy shit.

He waited. If he burst in now she’d probably die of embarrassment. But Kade realized Skylar wasn’t aware of what she’d been doing; she’d been dreaming.

Jesus. Must’ve been some damn good dream. What would he’ve done if he’d been in bed next to her when she indulged in a little self-love?

Woken her up and f**ked her like a madman, convincing himself it was his way of making her dreams come true.

Kade paced the hallway a few more minutes before he snuck in and tucked Eliza in her crib. He stared at Skylar’s half-naked body lolling on his side of the bed, in the ultimate pin-up girl pose. The ultimate temptation. No way could he crawl in there and not touch her. No way.

The clock blinked five a.m. Sun’d be up soon. Might as well get an early start on his day. Right after he grabbed a shower.

A very cold shower.

Skylar was freezing. Disoriented, she sat up. At some point in the night she’d whipped off the covers along with her pajama bottoms. Her gaze landed on Kade’s empty side of the bed. Huh. She squinted at the crib and saw Eliza’s dark head. Vaguely she remembered Kade getting up with the baby.