Linebacker's Second Chance (Bad Boy Ballers) (32 page)

“Really, this ass is so perfect, I want to take a bite out of it. It’s fucking mesmerizing.” He pulls the lacy boyshorts I have on down to the floor and pulls his jacket off, tossing it to the floor alongside my panties.
 

“Rowan, you’re not listening.”
 

“My God, woman. The only way you’ll make me stop is to tell me, ‘Rowan, please leave my room now and forget about making me come. Repeatedly. Again and again. All fucking night long.’ Is that something you want to tell me?” I stare at him and shake my head, my voice failing me. The electricity zapping through my body tells me that I want him to stay, that my body *needs this, wants this, deserves it. “Good, then. Take off that damn dress and let me look at you.”
 

I purse my lips together. “I’ve never—the lights are on and—usually—”

“Take off the dress.” His words come out as a command, and something about his tone sends an even brighter spark through my core, and a slick wetness starts to grow between my thighs. Rowan steps toward me and takes me by the waist, then pulls the zipper at my back down rapidly. “There now, Cadence. I think you’ll find it’s easy to slip off. And I know you’re not wearing a bra under there, are you?”
 

“I’m not.” I choke the words out. As scared as I am, my desire outweighs everything. I step out of the dress, and all at once, I’m standing naked in front of the man who’s occupied most every waking moment of my thoughts for the past ten days. I kick the dress aside, and he doesn’t bat an eye. He paid for it, but money is like water to this man. And he doesn’t give a damn if something wrinkles.
 

“Good goddamn, woman.” He gets to his knees, and I look at him in pure confusion. He’s tugging off his shirt, so impatient that the last button pops off and skitters across the floor. “You’re as perfect as a fucking Michelangelo. Like you were created from the finest marble, the most perfect clay.”
 

He traces his fingers over my hips, and I suck in a sharp breath, the shock of his warm fingers jolting me straight to my center.
 

“I’m just--I haven’t done this in a long time--not without--“ He puts up a hand to stop me and squeezes my ass, kneading it with his strong, firm hands. He’s still kneeling in front of me, his shirt cast to the side, his muscles just like he said of me--like they were made to order, carved to the perfection I’ve always imagined. He’s still wearing his tux pants, and something about that is unbearably sexy.

“Me either,” he says, still caressing my skin, drinking me in with his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean we need to talk about it, now does it? That’s a sad thing--two very attractive people like us not getting what they need. Let’s not dwell on what other people have done to us. Let’s just dwell on what we can do to each other tonight.” The laughter bubbles up inside of me, like it always does with Rowan, and I throw my head back, the joy coursing through me. This--this night, the gala, Rowan kneeling before me and worshipping me with his hands--it feels almost excessive, like it should be forbidden.
 

But hell, it’s the holidays. Time for overindulgence.
 

Like he’s reading my mind, he pulls me in closer, and his breath his hot against my sex. “Let me see if you taste as good as you look. And my God, woman, I bet to sweet Jesus you do. His words send a shiver through my body. He draws me to him and buries his mouth against my aching, pulsing pussy. All night--hell, all *week--I’ve thought of nothing but this. His mouth on me, his cock, pushing inside of me, taking me and making me feel like real, whole woman again. His tongue seeks out my clit and circles it, and I let out a long, throaty moan.
 

That’s the thing about not being in an apartment with paper-thin walls. I can fuck as loud as I want, and no one’s going to come knocking at the door, asking me to quiet down. I thread my fingers through his thick, wavy hair. I feel like I might fall as he starts sucking gently on my clit, moaning against me and sending vibrations to my core. Wetness floods my pussy, evidence that this is right, this is what I wanted, and arousal courses through every cell in my body, its epicenter focused on Rowan’s hot, searching tongue.
 

“Fuck,” I whisper, “Holy fucking hell.” I’m drunk on my own lust, pulling on Rowan’s hair as he moans deeply, the sounds louder and louder. This man knows exactly how to eat pussy, and he’s licking and sucking, running his tongue up and down the tender line of my slit like he was born to do it, like it’s a need that has risen in his blood and begs to be fulfilled. Rowan pushes me against the bed, resting my ass on the edge of the coverlet so he can bury his face between my legs. My eyes almost cross in pleasure, and I cast one leg over his shoulder, welcoming him, opening to him like I never have with any man, ever before. From what feels like a far off distance, I hear Rowan unbuckling himself, his pants falling to his knees. I feel a tremendous groan against my pussy, and he sucks my clit into his mouth hard, gently nibbling on it. I hear him stroking himself, and his face starts shaking against my clit.
 

Just as I start to come, Rowan stands and steps out of the tux pants. He undoes a foil wrapper with his teeth and slips a condom onto his waiting cock--and my holy hell, he’s big. Before I have time to stammer out an awkward comment, he’s pushing me back on the bed and pressing the head of his massive cock against the entrance to my pussy. Bringing his hand to my clit again, he circles his thumb over my clit as he presses his cock against me. My brain tips into oblivion, a starving need takes me over.
 

“This is—this is—oh God—” I stumble over the words as Rowan continues tracing his thumb over the sensitive button, bringing me closer and closer to the edge and then pulling his thumb away just as my body begins to shake and shudder.
 

“Just the beginning, pretty lady.” He moves his hands up to my body again and grabs me by the waist, his touch gentle and sure. He moves his hands over the expanse of my waist and up to my breasts, still holding his cock at the opening of my slippery cleft. “I’m just making sure you’re enjoying yourself here. You are, aren’t you?” His dark, rumbling sounds country as hell, and it makes me smile and sends chills and gooseflesh over my entire body. He pushes further inside and closes his eyes, holding himself inside of me for a long moment.
 

“I am... just... just fuck me.” Rowan laughs and thrusts his full length inside all at once. It’s been so long that Rowan takes my breath away completely when he fills me up. My body fills with heat, and I throw my arms around his neck with abandon, welcoming him, throwing caution to the wind. He leans in close and covers my mouth with his, his full lips hot and surprisingly soft for a man in the throes of lust.
 

“You’ve got a dirty mouth for someone so pretty,” he whispers, and I find my cheeks turning hot even as he begins to thrust and pump inside of me, his body grinding against my clit and sending jolts of supercharged energy through every cell in my body. “I like it. Such a sweet city girl, with a pussy so tight she might drain me dry.”

My cheeks turn blazing hot at his words, but I’m so giddy, my body taking me higher and higher until I’m riding a wave of pure bliss. Rowan’s movements are slow and steady, and I wrap my legs around him to bring him closer into me. My breath hitches in my throat, and he starts riding me harder, each movement bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I close my eyes, and the sparks begin to rise in my body.
 

“Rowan, Rowan, oh fuck, Rowan,” I whisper. I’m babbling now, saying his name again and again. My conscious mind is gone, and there’s no telling what might come out of my mouth. “Fuck me, Rowan. Make me come. Please make me come.”

“Cadence, sweet girl. Come on my cock, sweetheart. I want to feel you come on me. I feel how wet you are baby, and I want to feel that pussy do what I want it to. Come on baby.”
 

“Oh shit,” I moan. Rowan’s movements are tightly controlled, and every thrust fills me entirely. Shivers expand over my body, and he’s got me right at the brink. My body starts to rise to another plane of being, and the coil inside of me tightens and tightens until it releases all at once, and my pussy is swelling against his cock, and I’m letting go, my mind tipping into complete blankness, until all I see is fireworks and all I feel is electricity coursing through my veins.
 

“So sweet, baby girl. So tight. That’s such a good girl, coming like I asked you to. Goddamn, woman.” Just as my climax starts to fade from the shores of my consciousness, just as I start to come back to my reality, Rowan pulls out and flips me on my stomach, raising my ass in the air and thrusting hard into my pussy. Grabbing my hips, he drives himself into me again and again, his cock rock hard, his breath coming faster and faster. “You’re going to make me come, sweetheart, with that sweet, perfect pussy of yours.”

He his cock swells and his muscles tense against my hips, and finally, he lets go, shuddering as he comes deep inside of me. He falls against me and pulls me down onto the bed. I’m still reeling with it--sleeping with a man I’ve only just met, reaching heights of pleasure I’ve never achieved before, and
feeling
so much more than I ever thought I would after Eli and all the losses I’ve experienced. I close my eyes, falling into the tangle of my thoughts again. Rowan reaches out and runs his strong fingers over the sensitive flesh of my neck. His touch should bring me back to myself, but somehow, it doesn’t. My mind is swirling with doubt, and it doesn’t have anything to do with Rowan.

No. In another life, if I’d met him at any other time, he’d be perfect. But I’m a broken woman. My body literally doesn’t work how it’s supposed to. And from the way I’ve seen Rowan smile at the children at the center, and hell, the way he is with Eliza, I know he wants kids. Even if he doesn’t say it, it’s written all over his face.
 

This can be a fling, but it can’t be anything else.
 

“What are you thinking, beautiful girl? You were so gorgeous tonight... it was like watching an angel waltz through the most beautiful thing I’ve ever built in my life. All the money, all the oil, it doesn’t mean a thing compared to Coming Home. And you—” Tears are starting in my eyes, and he doesn’t see them. All of this, it’s all happening so fast. I roll over and pull one of the pillows over my breasts. There’s something that feels wrong about all of this, when moments ago, it felt so perfect, so right. My mind is taking my body back as its property, gaining control again.

“Rowan, stop. I have to go back to the city again. That’s my home. All of this—it’s nice.” He brushes one of the locks of my hair away from my forehead. I haven’t gotten it pressed out since I’ve been in New Mexico, and the slightly puffy look it was wearing tonight has probably gone straight from almost-natural to straight up sex hair. But Rowan doesn’t seem to notice, and when I look into his deep blue eyes, I feel a sharp pain in my chest, like my heart can’t decide whether to expand and let him in or to break in half where I lie.
 

“Distance doesn’t mean a thing. Cadence, I haven’t felt this way in a long damn time. Really.” I put my hand to his stubble-lined jaw and trace my finger over the length of his jawbone. Even as my heart rate rises from anxiety, just touching him still sends a beautiful shock straight to my center. I haven’t felt this way in a long damn time either.
 

“Me either.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Let me take you out on another date, and another, while you’re here. Get to know me. Eliza already loves you. I’ve never seen that dog go to pieces over someone like she does with you—”

I laugh and cover my mouth. I’m sure if we opened the door, Eliza would be lying in the hall with a sad, pensive look on her broad face. “She might not have very good taste.”

“I take offense to that, Miss Cadence. That dog follows me everywhere I go—”

“Okay,” I say.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, you can take me on a date and we’ll see what happens. But Rowan, I’m going back to New York on December 31st.”
 

“That gives us three weeks.”
 

CHAPTER TEN

The next morning, I wake before dawn. The snow has just started, and my ranch is calling me. But hell, this woman in bed, she’s calling to me too. And it’s hard to put my feelings aside as I look down at her long, curved eyelashes and the rise and fall of her exquisite naked body.

“Snow’s started, morning glory,” I say. Cadence’s eyes flutter for a moment but stay closed. Her lips part, and she moans softly. The sound of her voice makes me think of last night, the sounds she made when I was inside her. Nothing with any other woman has affected me this way, but lying next to her, watching her sleep, it makes my cock start to stir, to need her again. Her head lies still on my shoulder, her skin hot and smooth and deeply inviting. Beneath the sheets, her breasts rise and fall. “We should get out to the horses before they go crazy. I didn’t walk them as much as I should have yesterday. And they’ll be going crazy if we don’t get to them before the snow gets deep.”

“I don’t do horses,” she mumbles, eyes still closed. “I don’t even like big dogs. Except Eliza.” She rolls to her side, her perfect ass pressing into my cock.
 

“Well, you just did a cowboy, so you better get ready to
live
like a cowgirl.” She bats at me with her hand, nails still manicured from the fundraiser. I think of her body against mine, snug against mine as we danced. I knew then that I’d take her back her and give her the night of her life—and God help me, I think I did. I’m not much of one for an arrogant demeanor, but the sound of that sweet woman moaning my name, her legs quivering as I entered her again and again. My cock grows harder agains the thick curve of her ass.