Page 72 of A Baby for the Texas Cowboy
Just the fact that he would ask that when she could see his erection jutting out aggressively, full and seeking, sent an answering rush of heated liquid deep in her core.
“Anders Wolf, stop procrastinating and get busy,” she ordered.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said.
“I used to think that was so cheesy,” she said. “The ma’am thing. But somehow you make it work.”
“I make a lot of things work.” She could feel the whisper of his breath as he nudged her intimate folds with his nose, inhaled deeply, and as she moaned and caught at his wide shoulders to keep her balance, he nibbled along her labia with gentle teeth and his lips.
“Anders,” she gasped, a little shocked at how good it felt. She felt decadent and terribly turned on. He began to lap between her folds, which sent white-hot darts of fire through her body, making her feel a little shaky. Then he sucked her entire clit into his mouth and bit down enough to sting, she nearly launched out of the shower.
Anders held on to her as she dug her nails into his shoulder and screamed as the orgasm hit her fast and hard and so unexpectedly. Usually it took her so much longer to even get close.
She stared down at him—water sluiced over his head, sculpted shoulders and the hard planes of his abdomen. He looked like Poseidon—blue eyes sparkling with lust and his mouth soft and slightly swollen from his sensual attack. Then her gaze drifted down to the most masculine part of him, and desire rekindled. She’d always loved how his cock looked when erect. Confident. Powerful. No few hurried thrusts for Anders.
He took his time, varied his speed and depth and position, and his stamina was unworldly. One night with him hadn’t been enough. And even the two short trips they’d taken together had only left her craving him more. He’d been a fun and easy companion. Respectful. Interested in many things far outside of bull riding. And spectacular and unforgettable in bed.
And out of it.
Anders smiled up at her so sweetly that her knees, still weak from the orgasm that continued to create shivers and small quakes throughout her body, nearly buckled. She cupped his cheek, wanting to say something but was worried she’d tug her heart out of her chest and confess something awful like she loved him.
Love?
She couldn’t go there, But Tinsley was afraid that bottled up organ had had the cork plucked open months ago.
He kissed her palm and then continued to kiss and lick and suck her, and she shook in his arms. Then he stood, turned off the water and wrapped her in a towel.
“I’m not sure how clean we got,” she murmured, trying to come back down to earth as he toweled her off.
He kissed her upturned mouth. “I intend to get us both very, very dirty later.”
She smiled and speared her hand through his dark, wet hair that fell into his eyes. She brushed it away. “I like that plan.”
This time when he caught her up in his arms, she looped hers around him without protest.
“Oh. Ouch.” She looked at the half-moon nail marks in his shoulder. “Anders, I’m sorry.” She smoothed anxious fingers over his marked skin.
“Don’t worry. I love knowing I can make you lose control.” He smiled at her. “And I plan to do it again and again.”
“Oh, really?” She laughed as he dumped her on the bed and immediately followed her down onto the mattress.
He braced himself over her—his gaze intent.
“What?” she whispered, worry stirring.
He looked about to speak, clearly thinking of the best way to say something, and an almost instinctive panic gripped her. She arched up, nipped his chin and then slithered down the sheets and his body. She licked his long, straining shaft, and it jumped.
She smiled, feeling powerful and in control again.
She breathed out, bathing him in warm air, and his gasp thrilled her.
“Your turn,” she whispered, twirling her tongue over his velvet tip that was already leaking salty pearls, and then she rolled him over so she was on top and took him deeper into her mouth, determined to please him as much if not more than he’d just pleased her. Sex with Anders she loved. Anything else was off the table. It had to be.
Chapter Seventeen
Tinsley was mostlyasleep. She felt warm. Safe in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. She breathed in deeply—Anders. He was still wrapped around her, one leg between her thighs, one muscular arm over her body, his palm on her lower abdomen, and his face against the back of her neck, his breath a soft tickle against her.
She’d let him stay over again, and she didn’t regret it. She’d been able to sleep deeply, something she hadn’t been able to do for a long time. It had been like that the few nights they’d stayed together on the two short trips they’d taken. She’d thought that was just because they’d been so tired after playing tourist and the marathon sex. But maybe it was more. Maybe it was Anders.
