And oh how he planned to give…
He gripped her shoulders, and in a move that seemed to surprise and excite her, he turned her around and braced her hands on the wall. Then he put his mouth close to her ear and said, “Don’t move.” He heard her breath catch as he slid his hands around her waist to cup both her breasts. “Because in my world, sweetheart, the woman screams first.”
As he played with her nipples, he pressed his engorged cock against the small of her back, desperately needing to apply a bit of pressure to help ease the tension. He slipped one hand between her legs until he found her clit. Christ, he loved that she was all wet, swollen, and ready to play.
He stroked her, and she went wild in his arms. Wanton and wicked, she wiggled her ass against his erection, and he nearly abandoned his plan to please her first.
Instead, he slapped her soft, round backside and said, “Stop it.”
But naughty little filly that she was, she didn’t. She gyrated against him, and the moans in her throat thickened his cock almost painfully.
“You’re asking for it,” he said. “Keep it up, and I’m going to lose it, and I promised you that I’d take it slow this time.”
“Maybe I don’t want it slow,” she murmured over her shoulder.
Her words, and the desperation behind them, told him so much—she was as needy as he was. Foreign emotions pressed against his heart, knowing she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She glanced over her shoulder to see him, and when their gazes met, a new intimacy rose between them, one that went deeper than anything he’d ever felt before.
“Julia…” he whispered, and when he caught the emotions in her eyes, he carefully spun her around to face him.
Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, and his flesh burned wherever she touched. “I want you to lose it, Coop,” she murmured, impatience lacing her voice as her body began to visibly quake. “Right here in the shower.” She went up on her tiptoes and brushed her sex over his erection. “Please.”
Sweet Jesus.
Hungering to claim every inch of her, his mind began spinning, but he knew he wanted so much more than just her body. He reached outside the shower, grabbed a condom from the vanity, and quickly sheathed himself. Then he slipped his hands around Julia’s ass and lifted her off the floor. He pulled her high onto his waist and slowly began to lower her onto his cock.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out when he breached her tight opening.
He adjusted his grip and pulled her down hard, dropping her onto his throbbing cock and driving in so deep, she began to claw at his flesh.
He took two measured steps across the tile floor. As he slammed her back against the shower stall, some small, coherent part of his brain warned he was hurting her. “Julia,” he said as he struggled for some semblance of control.
She wrapped her legs tighter around his waist.
“Please, Coop. I want you to take me the way you need to.”
Fuck. His chest tightened with the way she trusted, the way she gave herself over to him. Air left his lungs in a whoosh. He forgot how to breathe. Warmth streaked through him as he stared at her, taking in the deep-seated need in her eyes. When he began to grow light-headed, he opened his mouth and sucked in a sharp breath.
Her eyes glimmered with dark sensuality, and the unbridled want in her voice when she said, “Fuck me hard, Coop,” fragmented his thoughts.
His cock throbbed. There was no fighting back the raging lust weaving its way through his bloodstream. With her back nailed to the wall, he began pounding into her like a junkie in need of a fix.
He’d never needed quite like this before.
As he slid deeper and deeper into her slick core, he sank into her warm, wet mouth, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. She began moving urgently over his body, seeking, yearning, demanding more.
While he might be a selfish bastard going at her like some wild, rutting animal, he wasn’t about to release until she climaxed for him first. But damned if he wasn’t having a hell of a time hanging on.
With her body crushed to his and his cock buried inside her, Julia ran her fingers through his wet hair. “Coop,” she cried out. “It’s good. So good. Never this good…”
“Same,” he groaned, but lost all track of thought when she rotated her hips, sinuously brushing her pelvis over his. She cried out his name, and a moment later, he felt a shudder move through her. Her response drove him to the brink.
“Oh fuck, Julia,” he growled and shifted his stance for harder thrusts. He pushed deeper, and when she tightened around his cock, he let go.
He stayed inside her and held her tight. He couldn’t bring himself to let her go, was unwilling to break the connection happening between them. But when the water turned cold, he shut off the nozzle, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her to his bed. He pulled back the covers and climbed in with her.
The sex had left him shaken to his core. His heart swelled as he fell deeper in love.
Deeper in love?
Holy Hell, he loved her! He rolled onto his side and drew her close, needing her in his arms, his bed, his life.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Her smile was soft, and when he touched her flesh, trailing his hand over her arm, it occurred to him how warm and welcoming she was. How she felt like forever. Her hand moved to his chest, and he found solace in the heat of her fingers.
“Maybe a little.”
She was so sweet. He swallowed and put his hand between her legs, lightly brushing his finger over her, soothing her sex. “Baby, I never meant to hurt you.”
“But it’s a good hurt.”
Tenderness rushed through him. “Hurt is hurt.” He covered her with a sheet, slid off the bed, and hurried to the bathroom. He grabbed a washcloth and ran it under the warm water.
“This will help.” Her eyes dropped from his to the cloth as he sat beside her on the bed and drew down the sheet. “Open for me.”
She spread her legs, and he placed the warm cloth on her sex. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed a little O.
“Feel better?” he asked.
She nodded as he tended to her, desperate to take care of the girl he’d fallen for all over again and intended to keep forever.
Chapter Seven
Julia stretched out on her bed and glanced at the gorgeous man asleep beside her. Here it was, five glorious days since the plane had first deposited her on the ranch, and she couldn’t deny that she was having the best time of her life. They’d spent their days riding the trails, picnicking, hanging out with his friends at the saloon, and making love in the sun—not to mention all the naughty things they did in his private pond—and she didn’t even mind the day they spent doing chores. In fact, she quite enjoyed it. Working with her hands allowed her to shelve her worries and forget about real life for a while—and that this fantasy would soon come to an end.
The truth was, she’d decided to gift herself with a week of relaxation and had no desire to think about real life. Nope, she wasn’t going to delve into his personal life at all. Not that he wanted to share that side of himself anyway. This was about casual sex and nothing else, and she was determined to spend her time enjoying life on the ranch and all the sex Coop had to offer. No questions asked.
By God, the man got to her in so many ways. But it was temporary.
It wasn’t like a relationship could work. Not only was he into wild, carefree women, but he lived here, and she lived halfway across the country.