Eleven
“Wait for what?” Nita asked Connor.
“There’s something I need to say to you.”
Was he kidding? They’d come this far and now he wanted to stop and talk? It just wasn’t normal.
She pulled her hand free and slid it up his chest. “Would you mind terribly if we talked later?”
He grabbed her hand and held it. “In fact I would mind.”
The man was impossible! She blew out a long frustrated breath. “Okay, what do you need to say?”
“I need you to know that this isn’t just sex to me. Today, when I thought about losing you…” He shook his head, as though he couldn’t bear to say the words.
“I’m not lost,” she told him.
“Nita—”
She pressed her fingers over his mouth. “No more talking tonight, okay? Let’s just concentrate on making each other feel good.”
It wasn’t that she didn’t like to talk. She simply was afraid of what he might say. They’d both had a scare and their emotions were running high. High enough to make him say things he didn’t really mean. Things she didn’t ever want to hear from a man. Things that would tempt her to give more of herself than was wise.
He cradled her face in his hands and kissed her. A slow, sweet kiss packed with more raw emotion than she knew what to do with. More emotion than she could take right now. Despite what he thought, this was sex and nothing more. It’s all it could ever be. She couldn’t let herself fall in love with him.
She backed away and unfastened her jeans, pushing them down along with her panties. His eyes raked over her, so filled with heat she was afraid her skin might catch fire.
Now, this was more like it.
Connor shoved his pants down and kicked them out of the way. For a minute they just looked, devouring each other with their eyes. The lower half of him was just as amazing as the top. She couldn’t wait to taste and touch all of it.
He reached for her but she backed away.
“Uh-uh. Lay down.”
“What are you going to do?” He didn’t sound worried, just inquisitive.
She ran her tongue across her bottom lip. “Things you’ve only dreamed about.”
He sat on the edge of the mattress, scooted back and stretched out in all his glory with his hands folded under his head on the pillow. Not bashful, was he? “This what you wanted?”
“Perfect.” Nita knelt at the foot of the bed and crawled up between his legs. Starting at his ankles, she ran her hands up, through the crisp dark hair. She felt the muscle flex under her palms and his eyes grew heavy with lust.
She lowered her head and ran her tongue up the entire length of his erection.
Connor groaned and gripped the bottom edge of the headboard. Nita sure didn’t waste any time getting to the good stuff. And he didn’t doubt it would only get better.
For a while she only teased him, using her tongue in ways he hadn’t even known were possible. He lay there in ecstasy wondering where she’d learned to do this, how many men had come before him, then realized he didn’t care. He was here now. That was all that mattered.
When he didn’t think he could take much more of her exploring, she looked up to make sure he was watching and took him deep in her mouth. It was so damned erotic he just about lost it. It wasn’t the first time a woman had gone down on him but he couldn’t remember it feeling this good. He couldn’t remember feeling much of anything at all. He’d never let himself.
Now he couldn’t stop feeling. The wet heat of her mouth, the soft scrape of her teeth on his skin, her hair slipping like silk across his thighs. Her palms were rough from handling the horses, but instead of it being a turn-off, it only excited him more. Everything about her excited him. Too much. His heart pounded, blood pulsed as desire took hold and wouldn’t let go. He wanted it to last but it felt so damned good. He was almost there…
About half a second before he reached the point of no return, she gave him one more long, wet lick, then stopped. He groaned with both disappointment and relief.
She started kissing a path up his belly, slid herself over his body, touching and tasting everything along the way, until she was straddling him. For the rest of his life he would never forget the way she looked sitting there, long and lean and beautiful. He thought about what she’d said, about looking like a boy and nearly laughed out loud.
“See how wet you make me?” She rocked herself intimately against him, so hot and slippery. He groaned and dug his fingers into her hips. He didn’t want to rush this, but he was so turned on he couldn’t see straight.
“Connor, I need you inside me. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Do I need my wallet?”
“I’m on the pill,” she said. “Is that okay?”
“Works for me.” He watched as, eyes closed, head thrown back, she lowered herself over him, took him deep inside of her. She was so hot and tight he was sure he’d died and gone to heaven. Nothing should ever feel this good, this perfect.
For several seconds she sat motionless, as if savoring the moment, then she began to move. If he’d expected slow and sweet, he could see right away that wasn’t going to happen. She rode him hard and fast, whispering sexy words in a voice husky with desire. All too soon he began to lose himself in the exquisite sensations, but instead of trying to lock it down as he normally would, wring all the feeling, all the emotion from the act, he let go. He let himself feel it all—physically and emotionally. It came from everywhere and nowhere, and was more intense than anything he’d ever felt before. And when he knew he was ready to tumble over the edge, his body didn’t let go. The world around him became a blur as sensation like he’d never felt over-whelmed him. It drove him higher and higher, until it was almost too much to take.
Then Nita cried out and her body clamped hard around him and he lost it. Orgasm for him had always been swift and simple—a release of pent-up energy. What was happening to him now…It was as if every emotion he’d never let himself feel came crashing down around him all at once. It was almost too much to bear. Too painfully intense. He was still riding it out when Nita collapsed breathlessly in his arms.
That’s when he knew what he’d told her was true. This wasn’t just sex to him. He loved her. She was what he wanted, for the rest of his life, and he would do whatever it took to keep her.
Nita lay sprawled across Connor’s chest, listening to his heart pound against her ear, feeling the deep rise and fall as he breathed.
Normally she didn’t do the whole afterglow routine. It was too personal, too easy to drop her defenses and let those warm, fuzzy feelings mess with her head. But for some reason, she couldn’t seem to make herself get out of his bed. She didn’t want to.
She had known sex with him would be good, but they’d blown right past good the second he’d ripped her bra off.
