Ooh and she’d take such pride in cracking his tough-guy mask.
“Gimme that mouth,” he growled, swooping down to inhale her in a sizzling meeting of lips and tongues.
Somehow she kept a uniform rhythm as he scrambled her brain with his tongue-tangling kiss until he groaned.
“Faster.” Cord tipped his head back. “More. Like that. Jesus. Don’t stop.”
AJ alternated between watching his face and her hand.
“Here it comes.”
His c**k spasmed and thick creamy liquid streamed out, landing on his belly. He arched his neck, losing himself in the moment. His fingers gripped the counter behind him until his knuckles turned white as the last spurts flowed over her hand.
She thought she might be embarrassed by the nitty gritty bodily functions of sex. But she was awestruck by the primal need his climax had brought out in her.
Cord opened his eyes. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You can let go of my dick now.”
“I don’t want to.” AJ squeezed his shaft and he hissed again. “You’re still hard. I want you to teach me some more. Show me some more. God, Cord, show me everything.”
“AJ—”
“We have time. Please. I have this ache low in my—”
His mouth slammed down on hers. He kissed her until she was woozy. “Clothes. Off.
Now.”
Her tank top hit the floor. AJ unhooked her bra, kicked her boots away, slid out of her jeans and panties.
Cord was as naked as she was when he reached for her. Then they were on the floor with Cord on top.
Oh yes, this was what she wanted, his need as escalated as hers. That heady give-it-to-me-now sensation of lust.
As his hungry mouth suckled her right breast, his hand swept over her mound and he thrust two fingers inside her pu**y.
A low groan rumbled from him and vibrated against her chest. “You’re so ready.”
“Then put it in me.”
“No.”
“Cord. Please.”
“No. I will get you off, but I am not makin’ love to you for the first time on the goddamn kitchen floor, AJ. You’ve waited this long, you can wait another damn day.”
“Do something!”
He pinned her hands above her head. “Spread your legs.”
The second she was in place, he dragged his c**k from the root to the tip down her cleft, keeping constant friction on her clit.
“Oh. Yes.”
“Like that? How ’bout this?” He thrust faster.
“Oh-man-oh-man-oh-man.”
Cord kissed her as he steadily rocked. And rocked. Sliding. Gliding. Changing the tempo until she was begging without saying a word.
The sensation of his solid weight, his scorching body heat and his seductive mouth, coupled with the exquisite pressure between her legs, overwhelmed her and she exploded.
When the last pulse in her clit slowed, Cord stilled. His c**k jerked against her stomach leaving behind a pool of warmth.
She tried to level her breathing, but it was impossible with two hundred pounds of amorous cowboy squeezing every bit of air from her lungs.
Not that she was complaining.
Cord raised up on his elbows only high enough to suck on her ni**les. “Have I mentioned how much I like your tits?” Using his teeth to pull her nipple into a long point, he watched it shrink and repeated the process on the other side. “I could suck on them, play with them, f**k them all day long.”
“How does that work?”
He looked at her. “What?”
“Umm. How would you…”
“Fuck them?” He grinned. “I could tell you, but I’d rather show you.” He smooched her nose. “Once you get goin’ you really ain’t shy at all, are you?”
“No.” AJ trailed her fingers over his chin. “Lord you have a sexy mouth, a sexy everything, Cord McKay. I like the way your facial hair feels on my skin.”
“Think of how good it’s gonna feel rubbin’ between your thighs as I’m kissin’ your sweet spot, baby doll.”
She shivered with want.
“Maybe we oughta get off the floor, huh?” Cord eased back, snatched a kitchen towel and cleaned them up. Neither spoke as they dressed.
As AJ passed the hall mirror she caught sight of her reflection and nearly shrieked.
Tangled hair. Red and puffy lips. Bright eyes. She was an absolute mess.
Cord tugged her away from primping. “You look like a woman should, tousled and sexy, satisfied from good lovin’.”
AJ froze at the word “lovin’”.
Using that word doesn’t mean he loves you.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Her eyes studied his. “No regrets? You don’t look at me and feel guilty for messing around with the Swiss Miss Instant Cocoa Girl?”
He scowled. “No. Who the hell ever said that about you?”
“Your brother Colby called me that one time.”
“Consider the source. Colby’s a bonehead. That ain’t what I see at all when I look at you.”
“So, what do you see when you look at me?”
“Not Amy Jo, my son’s babysitter. When I noticed you dancin’ at the Golden Boot in that shamelessly brazen miniskirt and them naughty red panties, I started thinkin’ of you in terms of us naked together. A lot.”
Better than she’d hoped.
“What do you see when you look at me?” he asked.
“A hot rancher with a killer body, a wicked smile and even more wicked hands. A good man I trust.” A man I’ve been in love with my whole damn life.
“You know I’m too old for you, right?”
“I’d say experienced, not old.”
“Right. But I’m such a selfish prick I ain’t lettin’ no other man touch you until I’ve had my fill of you.”
May that day never come, Cord McKay.
Cord framed her face in his hands. “I haven’t had my fill of you tonight, that’s for damn sure. But your thirty minutes are up, so it’ll have to wait until tomorrow night.”
“What if I can’t make it?”
“You will be here. We have a deal. Your nights are mine, AJ. If you miss a night, you will owe me a day. And don’t kid yourself for a single second that I won’t chase you down to collect.”
“I might enjoy you chasing after me for a change.”
“What?”
“Never mind.” She kissed the lines between his eyes. “Don’t scowl. It’ll give you wrinkles.”