Page 57 of Wanted by the Lawman

CHAPTER 18

WYNN WATCHED HIM undress, mesmerized by his masculine beauty. From chiseled cheeks and chin, to an avalanche of hard muscles, slender waist and thick thighs. But the one thing that drew her attention like a beacon was the one thing that could offer her satisfaction. She hadn’t doubted that he was a strong, powerful man, but his erection proved what she’d wondered. He was built for pleasure. His thick, long cock saluted her, and her mouth watered. Crawling up onto all fours, she reached out, wrapped her fingers around his member, meeting him half way with her mouth. Taking him into her mouth, she sucked the hard muscle, gliding her soft lips along the rigid shaft, clenching the back of her throat around his tip. Looking up at him through the veil of her lashes, it excited her to see the tight set of his jaw, the line of his mouth, and the enjoyment in his eyes. She did this to him!

He gripped her shoulders and tugged his erection from her. “Sorry, baby. It feels good…too damn good.” He grabbed something from his pocket and joined her on the bed, and together they laid back onto the blanket.

She brushed a strand of his hair from his forehead. “I knew it’d be like this between us.” She couldn’t hide her excitement.

Zander hugged her close while parting her thighs, caressing her mons with wide, callused fingers. She stared up at him, following his neck to his shoulders, then finally to his chest. He was utterly magnificent. Although his skin was mostly smooth, he had a triangle of dark, crisp hair between two flat, brown nipples. With the tip of her finger, she circled the nubbed flesh eagerly, mesmerizing in how they erected under her attention. She continued her exploration to the tattoo on his neck. A small one. And then to the larger one on his left arm that covered his entire bicep. “Did this hurt?” the question found its way between her lips.

“Once or twice,” he muttered in a breathless tone. He climbed atop her, using his knee to spread her thighs as he hovered right above her. All the while she stroked his chest, fingering his nipples still, twirling her fingers through the patch of hair. She’d never experienced anything like him before. And she knew she wouldn’t know anything like him again. That both saddened and excited her. She’d had one sexual partner before Rory who’d taken her virginity with a few painful pumps in the backseat of a Mustang. Then when she’d met Rory, she’d been unsure, unskilled and he’d shown her what he liked, how to bring pleasure to a man, but he’d been self-indulgent, almost rough at times. But Zander…wow! He was both pleasuring and compassionate. Gentle yet demanding. He was a perfect balance of a giving lover.

What he was doing between her legs drew her full attention. His fingers pushed inside of her, preparing her for him. He began a rhythm that had her squirming under him within seconds. He continued thrusting, joining two fingers, stretching her muscles. Heat was building up between her thighs, and whimpers floated from her trembling lips at the excitement. He pushed her toward release and she relaxed into the mesmerizing cloud of orgasm.

She heard the faint sounds of paper ripping, the snapping of rubber, then the pressure of him between her legs. His lips covered hers and he dipped his tongue inside as he pressed his tip inside of her. Her tight opening stretched and welcomed him, but he was a large man and he took his time—just as a caring lover would. Once he was deeper, filing her with his masculinity, she brought her legs up and wrapped around his hips. He latched on to her nipple and suckled while gearing up his thrust.

Wynn gulped in air, relishing in the million sensations spiraling through her body. Never had she known such pleasure than she was experiencing at this moment. Suddenly she became filled with the need to explore everything with him. She had no clue what tomorrow brought, but right now, the here and now, she needed to explore everything.

“Lay back.” She gave his chest a gentle push.

“Huh?” He brought his gaze to hers. His irises were lit up.

“I want on top. Don’t worry. I’ll let you take control again, but for now, let me ride you.” She pushed at his shoulders this time, trying to get him to do as she asked.

“Sure, baby.” He pulled out and dropped back.

She maneuvered herself on top of him, spreading her thighs over his hips and grabbed his erection to guide him to her opening. He was so thick that she had to slowly ease over him until he filled her to the hilt again. Rory didn’t like when she was in control, so his was a position she hadn’t tried but once or twice, but she found rather quickly why women liked being in this position. From here, she could move as fast or slow as she wanted and the pressure of him not only pleasured her G-spot, but also her clit that must be at least three times its normal size.

Planting her palms on his chest, she started a pattern with her hips. At first a slow rhythm, but then she became faster until she pounded his hips with her bottom. Lifting, she slammed down onto him several times until he groaned in bittersweet need.

“Fuck! This is so good. Too good. You’re going to push me over the edge way too quickly.” Wrapping an arm around her waist, bodies staying connected, he turned both of them until she was flat on her back and again he was on top.

“I don’t think you like someone else being in control much,” she teased.

“You can have all the control you want, but for now, if I plan to last at least for a few minutes, I need to hold myself back.”

She entwined her fingers in his hair. “Don’t hold back.”

He groaned. “I’m serious. I’m right on the edge…”

“And so am I. Let’s go over together.” Massaging him with her vaginal muscles, she saw something come loose inside him.

He thrusts deep, then pulled out only to drive deeper, faster, his movements becoming relentless and needier. Tiny flutters started in her mons, and with each thrust, they spread like sweet honey filling more and more of her body. As if he understood where she was at, he urged her by gyrating his hips, nudging her insides. The sound of their bodies slapping made an erotic song which only spurred her closer to that gratifying ledge.

Incoherent with anything but how good he felt, she brought her hips up and he groaned. The orgasm spread through her with such intensity that she feared she might blow like a volcano. Spasm after sweet spasm pummeled her insides and she clung to him, barely aware that her nails dug into the skin of his back as she held on to the crashing waves. His eyes never left her face, and she wondered what he was thinking but couldn’t find her voice to ask.

At last, in absolute abandonment of control, he slammed against her and threw his head back. A deep, ravaged moan escaped his lips. She stroked his back, listening to the pants of his breaths, feeling the heavy beating of his heart against her shoulder.

After several minutes passed and his body grew heavier, she said, “That was amazing, Zander.” She planted a small kiss on his shoulder.

He shifted slightly as if he was still too light to manage anything except just breathing. “Amazing doesn’t even seem to fit the bill.”

“I’ve never experienced anything like this before,” she revealed. It was easy to tell him anything—well, almost anything.

He slipped off her, dragging her into the nook of his arm. “Believe it or not, neither have I.”

“I find that surprising. You, The Zander Cade.”

He chuckled and the sound vibrated her ears. “Darlin’, trust me, I haven’t been with any woman who made my toes curl.”

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