Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

Her eyes flew open. “Sorry, but I think I’m going to die of embarrassment.”

“Let me in.” His voice turned coaxing. “Do you know how I spent the rest of my day?”

It was strange having this conversation through the door, but she didn’t immediately move. “How?”

“Hard as a rock and aching for you. Let me in, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

She opened the door to find him grinning. “Said the big bad wolf to the little pig.”

The expression melted away as he took her in. Adam’s eyes went dark, and he rubbed a hand across his mouth. “Fuck, sugar, I changed my mind. I’m not going to tell you a damn thing. I’m going to show you.” He cleared the doorway in a single step, backing her into the apartment and kicking the door shut behind him. “The redhead?”

“She has a name.” Jules took several steps back, her heart beating too hard.

“I know.” He shadowed her movements, following her as she backed around the kitchen table and toward her bedroom.

“She’s in her room.”

He passed the doorway into her room and kicked it shut behind him, too. “Then you better be quiet or we’re going to traumatize the hell out of her.”

“Keep—” She shrieked when he burst around the corner of the bed and scooped her into his arms. Jules braced herself, but he didn’t throw her onto the bed this time. Instead he laid her down and sat back, looking at her like… She didn’t have words to describe how he was looking at her.

He smoothed his hands up her legs, spreading them as he reached her thighs. “Fuck, sugar.” His thumb played down and stroked over her panties. “Wet, just like I knew you’d be.”

“I guess I like being chased.”

His expression was nearly pained. “That’s good. I like the fuck out of chasing you.” He hooked the sides of her panties and dragged them down her legs. “One of these days, I’m going to set you loose in a field in nothing but these boots. And then I’m going to chase you down and fuck you right there in the grass.”

It was suddenly a whole lot harder to draw a full breath. She could picture it perfectly, that hungry look on his face as he stalked after her, the wheat whipping at her legs, her body exposed to the breeze.

“You like that. Good.” He got her panties past her boots and tossed them to the side. “Spread your legs, sugar. Show me how much you want me.”

She did what he said, feeling a little foolish, but that feeling faded as he started talking. “Did your little tease act this afternoon leave you as worked up as it did me?”

“Yes.”

“Mmm.” He gripped her thighs, spreading her wider yet. “And did you come home and get one of those little buzzy toys out?”

How did he know?

He must have read something on her face. “You’re far too relaxed to have spent the last few hours like I did.”

A blush spread across her cheeks. “I’ve come three times since I got home.”

He froze, his eyes narrowed. “Three.”

“Yes…”

“Three fucking orgasms you denied me.” He yanked her to the edge of the bed as he went to his knees beside it. “Three orgasms that should have been mine.”

“Well—” She had to slap a hand over her mouth when he licked up her center, zeroing in on her clit. She was already sensitive from all the orgasms earlier, and the pleasure was so acute, it was almost painful as he sucked her clit into his mouth. “Adam.”

“I’m taking what’s mine, sugar. With interest.”

He went at her like a starving man. There was no stopping, no passing Go, no collecting two hundred dollars. There was just an Adam-induced orgasm hurtling down on her. She grabbed her comforter and screamed her pleasure into it, writhing against his mouth.

But he wasn’t done. He was nowhere near done.

The aftershocks had barely faded when he flipped her onto her stomach. “That’s one.”

Surely he didn’t really mean to…

His hand cupped her, sliding through her wetness, two fingers spearing her and then withdrawing to slide over her oversensitive clit. Over and over again. With her butt in the air and her face pressed against her mattress, she should have felt horribly exposed, but there was no room for feeling anything but what he was doing to her. An impossible pressure built in her, spiraling higher and higher with each stroke. “Adam, please.”

“Did you think of me when you were rubbing that vibrator all over your clit? I think you did. I think you knew exactly how hard I was for you, and that only got you off harder knowing that I was riding around with a cockstand to end all cockstands.”

It had felt naughty to be pleasuring herself while she knew he wasn’t able to. She moaned, trying to thrust back onto his fingers, but he slapped her butt hard enough to sting. “Hold still, sugar. This is my rodeo, and you’ve got to pay your dues.”