Page 52 of Wrangling a Wild Texan

Chapter Eighteen

Sunny had never much cared for her first name. It was too cheerful. Too bright. Too pure. But when Reid said it in his husky, desire-filled voice, it didn’t sound cheerful, bright, and pure.

It sounded sensual. Dark. Dirty.

She liked it. She liked it a lot.

Before Reid, pleasing men she spent the night with hadn’t been high on her list. She’d been more concerned with them pleasing her. But she wanted to please Reid. And she didn’t just want to please him. She wanted to drive him wild with desire.

She seemed to be doing a good job of it. His eyes were squeezed closed as if he were in pain as he fisted his hands in the sheets and moaned. The tensing of his thighs and abdominal muscles told her he was close. But before she could bring him to release, he spoke in a choked voice.

“St-op!”

She lifted her head and looked at him with concern. “Did I hurt you?”

He cradled her face in his hand and shook his head. “God, no. I just want you right there with me when I come.”

It was about the sweetest thing she’d ever heard. She moved up his hard body, intending to give him a soft kiss of gratitude, but he quickly took control of her lips in a possessive kiss that wiped all thoughts from her mind save for one.

More.

She wanted more.

He gave it to her.

As he kissed her, his hands slowly wandered over her body as if he was memorizing every curve and dip. When those work-roughened fingers finally slipped between her legs, parting her folds and dipping into her wet heat, his moan was as loud as hers.

“You are so hot, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “So damn hot. Can I have this?” He dipped deeper and strummed her with his thumb. Liquid desire spread through her and she would have given him just about anything.

“P-P-Please, Reid.”

He growled low and gave her one more body-melting finger-thrust and thumb-strum before he pulled away and reached for the drawer of his nightstand. When he returned with a condom, she couldn’t help teasing him.

“Just how long have those been in your drawer, Reid Mitchell?”

He grinned, sheepishly. “Since I met you. I think my subconscious knew where this was headed long before I did. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking.” His smile faded as his eyes darkened. “So are you gonna grant my wish, Sunshine?”

She took the condom from him. “I’m gonna grant both our wishes.”

She took her time putting on the condom, enjoying the feel of his hard length in her hand. If his moans were any indications, he seemed to be enjoying it too. They both were breathing hard by the time she straddled him.

She hadn’t ever given much thought to how she and men fit. Probably because she’d never fit with a man like she fit with Reid. Once she was fully seated, they both groaned with satisfaction. That feeling of satisfaction only grew as she started to move up and down his thick shaft.

At first, he allowed her to set the pace, but then his hands gripped her hips and he took control, meeting each one of her pumps with a hard thrust that turned desire into gnawing, frenzied need.

“Harder,” she moaned as she flung her head back and clawed at his chest. “I want it harder.”

She released a squeak of surprise when he flipped her to her back. Pinning her hands to the mattress with one hand and holding the majority of his weight with the other, he gave her what she asked for.

She felt like she was incinerating from the inside out. The tighter his grip on her wrists and the harder he thrust, the more she burned.

“You like it rough, don’t you, baby?” he gritted out between his teeth as he thrust into her deep. “You like it when you aren’t treated like a fragile doll. Well, I’ll never treat you like a fragile doll, Sunshine. Because you’re a strong woman who can take what she wants. So take it, baby.” He pumped faster. “Take it.”

The mixture of his dirty talk and hard thrusts sent her flying right over the edge and into the spiraling vortex of an earth-shattering orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Somewhere in the midst of it, she felt him find his own release with a tightening of muscles and a loud curse.

When it was over and Reid had released her wrists and slumped on top of her, she felt like one of Darla’s dishrags that had been wrung out and left to dry on the oven handle.

A content dishrag.

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