Page 31 of Warrant
It was easy to forget he was a rancher. Someone who probably grew up riding broncs and bulls in rodeos as a kid. His words only surprised me for a moment before they sank in. “No, you won’t,” I breathed. “Not with me.”
I could feel the wickedness in him. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that a man like him was in my life to stay. But there was something inside him that would honor any promise he made to me. “Go ahead and bite me.” We still weren’t talking about that, but I didn’t want to have the other conversation right now. We had more important things to focus on.
He groaned against my skin. “You want me to mark you up, Ainsley? Make sure everyone knows who you belong to?”
I did. God. I really did. But I couldn’t show up to work with hickeys all over. It would be so damn unprofessional.
He seemed to realize the same, because he stopped sucking on the side of my neck and bodily moved me until my knees hit the bed. We went down in a tangle of limbs, and I didn’t even mind his weight as it came down over top of me.
“You sure?” he asked, threading his fingers through my hair and brushing it out of my face.
The fact that he was even asking me that let me know, deep down, deep, deep down, that he was actually a decent guy. Despite his devil may care attitude, he was taking the time to check in with me. It only made me want him that much more. I struggled out of my jacket, then reached up, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling him down to me, my mouth capturing his in a desperate, demanding kiss.
He kissed me back, taking a minute to shove his jeans down, taking over as he rolled us so I was straddling him. He grabbed my hips, grinding me down onto the bulge I could feel pressingbetween my legs. The thick length of him slid against me, and I whimpered.
I’d dreamed of this last night and now I needed the real thing. Needed it bad. He felt better than anything I could have conjured up. Better than my imagination. And I couldn’t wait to find out what his cock would feel like inside of me.
“Too many fucking clothes,” he muttered. He worked the zipper on my jeans as I ripped off the t-shirt I’d tossed on this morning.
The cool morning air brushed over my breasts right before warm hands covered them. He’d shoved the cups of my bra up before touching me. I arched into his hands. The feel of him touching me, skin to skin, was heavenly.
“That’s it, Baby,” he groaned, thumbing my nipples as they hardened. “So damn pretty. So soft.” He sat up and his mouth found one nipple as he sucked it in between his teeth. I moaned and gripped his hair again as I held his mouth against my skin.
I needed this so damn much. Needed the pleasure that I knew was coming. I rocked my hips down on his. The denim of my jeans was still keeping him from being inside of me, but the friction was enough to keep the edge off as he kissed his way over to my other breast.
The ache in me grew to something unbearable. The more I rubbed my body against his, the more I needed.
“Take your fucking pants off, Ains. Let me get you off on my tongue first,” he groaned out against me. He fell back to the bed as he tried to help me take my jeans off, but they got hung up on my boots. “Shit. Don’t have time to take your boots off.” He let out a growl as he grabbed my ass. “Guess this’ll work.”
“Huh?”
“Lean forward, Ains,” he commanded. “Push those tits out again and get that sweet pussy right over my mouth.”
Everything in my body was alive as his touch sent pulses of need to my center. He was gripping my ass and moving my body around like he wanted, even though he was giving me direction. He was too impatient to wait for my foggy brain to catch up and do as he said.
That didn’t matter though, because before I realized what was happening, I was kneeling on the bed next to his head and he was shoving his face against my pussy. I moaned. It felt too damn good. I gripped the headboard and closed my eyes as he ate me out.
“Oh, God!” I cried out as he thrust two fingers in me, my hips moving, rubbing my clit over his tongue. I was stuck inside the damn jeans. I couldn’t spread my legs further for him, though he didn’t seem to care.
Mindlessly, I reached back and tugged at one of my boots. It took far too long, but eventually I got the damn thing off and managed to wiggle out of one leg of my jeans.
“Hold still, Woman,” Warrant growled against my pussy.
The vibration was delicious. So was the way he was moving his tongue.
Before I had the chance to do, or say, anything, he flipped me onto my back and was between my thighs. He was making the dirtiest sounds as he buried his face against my core and feasted. I should’ve realized a smooth talker like him would be good with his mouth. He had my eyes crossing in pleasure.
It was better than good. I couldn’t believe the things he was doing. That tongue was...wow. And the noises he made as he lapped me up made me even hotter. He thrust a finger inside my pussy and there was no hesitation. My body detonated.
I let go of his hair as the pleasure raced through my veins, lighting up every single one of my nerve endings. I was soaring, and he kept eating me out, prolonging the feeling. Eventually, I shoved at the top of his head. “Enough.”
The jerk laughed, and it was dark. Filthy. Promising. “I’m not even close to being done with you, Baby Girl.” He leaned over me and braced his hands on the bed as he lowered his face to mine. He licked his lips and then pressed his mouth to mine.
I groaned against his mouth, tasting myself as I reached out for him. My legs wrapped around his waist as he moved, lining himself up with my body. My core clenched, anticipating his body inside mine. “Wait,” I gasped, my legs falling back to the bed. “I’m not on the pill.” That shit was like poison to my body. Did all sorts of crazy things to me. So after the first time trying it, I never took it again. Normally, it didn’t matter since I hadn’t been in a relationship in a couple years, but right now it did. Besides, I really didn’t know Warrant that well yet.
I didn’t even need to explain further. He reached over and pulled a condom out of the nightstand drawer. Somewhere along the line, Warrant had shed his boxer briefs and I eyed his dick as he rolled the condom on. Damn. He was bigger than any guy I’d slept with before. Not enough to make me run, screaming for the hills, but enough to make me pause for a minute and reevaluate. At least until those eyes latched onto mine and all the thoughts fled from my mind.
His dick slid along my clit, sending pleasure zipping up my spine, but it was nothing compared to what came next. His hips pressed forward, filling my pussy, stretching me, and it was like he had some kind of internal map because he stopped as soon as my muscles tensed and then relaxed around him. Then he was sliding in, inch by inch until he was buried inside me.
