Shoulda Been a Cowboy (Rough Riders 7)

She jabbed her finger at him. “You asked, Deputy. And I’m tired of waiting for you to come to terms with what you want to do to me. I especially want you to get over your mistaken belief that I am somehow…too fragile to handle you. I told you I like that you take charge, Cam.”

“You really wanna see that side of me, princess? The rough man who expects his demands to be met without question or hesitation?”

She nodded.

Lightning fast, Cam curled his hand around her neck and hauled her close enough to kiss. “I don’t play at this. It’s not a phase, not bedroom games. This is who I am.”

“Then that is who I want,” she said softly.

His resistance shattered. “I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind.”

“My mind has been made up for a lot longer than yours has.”

He put his mouth on her ear and growled, “Get upstairs. Get naked. Wait for me.”

Domini slipped from the car with such grace and determination Cam wondered what he’d gotten himself into.

After he plodded up the staircase, he stopped to catch his breath. Why could he run ten miles with no problem but a climb up a set of stairs made him ache like he’d scaled Mt. Everest?

Because you’re a cripple. You’ll never be the man you were.

Cam gritted his teeth against the voice of that bitter man inside his head, the voice who usually won the argument.

Not this time.

Domini hadn’t known him before his war injury. She knew him now. She wanted him now. That thought gave him the courage to open the door.

The creak sounded unnaturally loud in the stillness of her apartment. Cam was shocked he’d heard anything above the swift beating of his heart. “Domini?”

“I’m here.”

His head whipped around to see her perched on the couch.

Naked.

Holy f**king shit. She was beautiful. And even better, she was obedient. He grinned and crooked his finger at her.

Domini pushed to her feet and sauntered over.

“You’re naked.”

“You told me to be.”

He traced the line of her jaw down her throat. “What are you thinking right now?”

“I can’t believe you’re really here.” The desire darkening her pale blue irises staggered him. “What are you thinking?”

“This.” Cam gripped her shoulders and crushed his mouth to hers.

The sweet taste of mint teased his tongue as he dove straight in for a hungry, openmouthed kiss that was eight goddamn months overdue.

Domini wound her arms around his waist, kissing him back with greediness only matched by his. Her tongue dueled and retreated as she kissed him from every possible angle. Her fingertips dug into the muscles of his back.

As much as Cam ached to explore every inch of her sinuous body, first with his hands and then with his tongue, he had to demonstrate from the start his take-charge side was his real sexual side.

Cam’s lips meandered to her chin. He let his mouth skim the curve of her jaw, taking a minute to kiss the welt she’d received at the bar.

Domini’s soft moan stirred the air by his ear.

“Couch. Now.”

She laced their fingers together, not caring his left pinky was gone as she tugged him to the living room.

Cam trailed his fingertips across her collarbone, then he took a step back until his right calf hit the bottom of the couch. He’d already removed his gun and stashed it in the car. Next he unclipped the cuff pouch and tossed the handcuffs on the cushion behind him. Almost in slow motion, he pulled the end of the belt out of the first loop and released the buckle.

Her gaze never wavered from his crotch.

He unsnapped the button on the waistband of his uniform pants and eased the zipper down. Jesus. He needed relief; his dick had been straining against his pants for an hour. The two halves of fabric separated, exposing his white boxer briefs. He watched her expression change as she caught her first glimpse of his cock.

Cam kept his pants and briefs high on his upper thighs as he lowered to the couch, but he yanked them down his ass in the back. “Turn around and put your wrists together.” Two quick snaps and the handcuffs were locked behind her back. “Face me.”

She looked amazing completely naked, half bound and fully willing.

And she’ll look damn good with your c**k in her throat.

“Just so you know. I received a clean bill of health last month when I was at the VA in Cheyenne. What about you?”

“I haven’t…been with anyone since I moved here from Denver a few years back.”

He lifted a brow. “A bunch of real sorry guys around these parts who let a beautiful woman spend her nights alone.”

“Do you include yourself on that list, Deputy?”

“Yes.”

Domini smiled serenely.

“I want your mouth on me. I don’t care if you weren’t the swallowing type before, because now, you are. On your knees.”

She dropped between his thighs and Cam noticed she was careful not to bump his prosthesis. Or was she avoiding touching it entirely?

Shoving aside his doubts, Cam swept the hair from her flushed face, crushing the silky, fragrant strands in his hand. He wanted an unobstructed view of her mouth working him because he’d fantasized about this for too damn long and he was damn impatient to have it all right f**king now. “Lick the head.”

Her tongue darted out and rimmed the tip, lapping at the bead of moisture gathered in the center. She suckled the ruddy head, flicking her rough tongue over the sweet spot.

Cam hissed. “I like it wet. I wanna feel you sucking me all the way into your hot mouth. Slowly. Make it last.”

She sucked. She licked. She used her teeth. Her tongue. Oh man, that wicked, naughty tongue might break him. She kept her lips tight around his shaft from tip to base. Saliva ran down her chin and neck as she bobbed her head. Over and over. Domini worked Cam over until he could barely see straight and his dick was ready to explode.

“You really do get off with me telling you what to do, don’t you?”

The affirmative noise vibrating in the back of her throat settled in his balls, drawing them up tight.

He traced the outline of her upper lip as his c**k plunged in and out of that wet, suctioning heat. He lost track of the number of strokes but the buzz began in his balls and zipped up his abdomen. He shoved until her mouth was around the root.

Domini gagged.

“Breathe through it, baby. Come on. That’s it.”

When she’d relaxed her throat muscles, he pulled out halfway and rammed in again. Faster, but with shallow thrusts.