Page 124 of Opposites (Never) Attract
“You were,” I murmured, as I pulled the snaps free on her shirt, one by one. When it was loose, I pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor. Then I got rid of her bra.
Unable to help myself, I bent town and sucked her nipple into my mouth, biting just enough until it hardened in my mouth. She moaned, her fingers pushing into my hair. I unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down over her hips. I loved her ass. The sweet swell of her tummy over the top elastic of her underwear. I loved the soft inner skin ofher thighs. Every part of her was perfect, and with her not watching, I looked my fill.
“Tag?” She whispered, her hands lifting to cover her stomach, suddenly unsure with my silence and her blindfold. “Is this the reward?”
“Sit down,” I said, and helped her sit on the bed so I could pull off her new boots.
She’d given me a near heart attack yesterday, when she’d chased down her stupid cowboy hat, but I think I was starting to get it. What these clothes might represent to her. At the very least, they would be here waiting for her if she planned on coming back for more visits now that she’d reconnected with her sisters. Her brothers.
Not me.
Once I pulled the jeans off over her feet, I lifted her ankles and moved her so she was laid out on the bed.
“What about my panties?” she asked, reaching for them with her thumbs.
“No,” I told her. “You’re going to leave those on for now. Roll over on your stomach and get comfortable.”
“What are you doing to do?” she asked, even as she did it. Turning her head to the side, resting her hands under the pillow. “Because I don’t know how I feel about butt stuff.”
“Butt stuff?” I muttered, laughing at her and wanting her so much I ached with it.
She was still wearing her blindfold, but I could tell her expression was imperious.
I opened a drawer on my bed stand and took out a bottle of warming oil. It was something my dad turned me onto to treat sore joints and muscles. He swore that if you used it regularly, it prolonged your time as a cowboy. Given he was in his late sixties and could still ride like he was born to it, I decided to believe him.
Now, I was grateful for another reason. I squirted the oil down her back in one long straight line over her spine, stopping just at the small of her back at the edge of her panties.
“What is that?” she asked, on a long slow sigh. Her back arched and her hips rolled, the oil pooling in the small of her back.
“Just some massage oil,” I said, as I slowly started to rub it into her skin. She’d been working so hard, curled over her laptop, learning how to ride. Her body was tight, the muscles of her shoulders and spine tense under my fingers.
“You have massage oil in your bed stand?”
There was some tone there. A hint of jealousy, maybe. It made my dick even harder. This woman wanted to claim me.
“Calm down, girly. I use it on my joints after long days of riding. Keeps me smooth in the saddle.”
“I already think you’re smooth in the saddle,” she quipped, then got quiet as I moved onto the bed to straddle her so I could work the lotion into her shoulders and back with both hands.
“Ohhhhh fuck, that feels good,” she groaned.
“Better than your fancy spa treatments in New York?” I had to ask, and immediately regretted it. Of course it wasn’t better than the spa in New York. This was cheap ass oil and my rough hands. There were no clarifying teas or IVs full of who the fuck knows.
“Much better,” she said, but we both knew it was a lie.
She was a work of art. Soft, almost delicate skin. Beautiful, sleek muscles.
I shifted so I could spread her thighs with my hands and had to hold back my own groan. Her panties pulled aside, revealing the pink of her. Wet already.
After pouring more oil down the back of her legs, Iworked my fingers deep into the inside muscles of her thighs.
“Tag,” she breathed. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please come inside me. I need you inside me.”
I ducked my head, rested my forehead against the curve of her ass. She was going to kill me.
