Pressure Point (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 3) (16 page)

She brought her hands to the front of his shirt and pushed through the trembling as she undid each button until the shirt was gone and he stood partially naked—they stood partially naked—together.

He broke the kiss to pull back, to dart his heated gaze down over her breasts. Tingles swirled her nipples. “My God. You have beautiful breasts.” He cupped them in his palms, while his thumbs caressed her erect nipples. She laid her head on one shoulder, enjoying his callused palms on her sensitive mounds. He lowered his head and a moan came from deep, inviting him to sample. His mouth covered one bud, rolling his tongue around the rigid nub and suckling it into his mouth. It was simply heaven.

Damn. Double damn. The man’s mouth was magical.

“You like that, darlin’?” he said against one breast.

“Better than the steak, and that’s saying a lot.”

He laughed and the rich sound echoed off the bare walls. He looked at her, his pale eyes beseeching, his olive complexion setting off the pale blue of his eyes. This man was a master at seduction and she would never have believed how he could mold her into his bidding. She’d do anything he wanted.

This man could break down her walls before she could blink an eye. He was dangerous and yet there was no possible way she’d back away. She needed him like she needed her next breath.

She pushed her hands into his hair, loving the feel of the silken strands against her palms. She rubbed his scalp as he dipped his head and licked each nipple. She arched against him, sinking her fingers deeper into his hair. 

He lifted his head, clasping his hand at her nape. She rolled her hips across the bulge in his jeans, an invitation to take her. His hardened length was a delight to her senses, making sensitive parts of her scorch and tremble. She wanted him to sink inside of her soon…very, very soon.

“You’re an aphrodisiac. A poison that has burrowed into my blood,” he muttered.

His passion filled words made her tremble. Spasms started in her pussy lips and she turned wet. Oh how she wanted this man. She wanted to use him and be used. She wanted to pleasure him, have him say her name. It would come. Soon.

His fingers dropped to the waistband of her shorts and he popped the button. “These shorts are fucking hot. I hate to remove them, but I’ll like them much, much better off your hot body.”

His raw words trickled bittersweet acid along her flesh. She wanted him more and more. Needed him. He didn’t remove her shorts, not yet. He pushed his hands inside and slipped deeper until his fingers were nestled against her burning, moist lips. She grew hotter, wetter. “Yesss!”

He slipped the elastic of her panties aside and dipped his fingers in her slit and throbbing flesh. She jerked and rolled her hips, her knees threatened to give out. He thrust his finger into her opening, swirling the digit around the muscle that spasmed. His knuckle grazed her clit, sending spirals of heat into her belly. She was on fire.

“You’re wet, sweetheart. You’re ready for me.”

“If only you could see how much I want you,” she whimpered.

He tightened his hold on her as he found her clit and gently tended to the pearl, rolling his fingers along the swollen bud. “I bet you could come like this.”

“It wouldn’t take much.”

“I bet you like to scream when you orgasm.”

Holy hell. The spasms were growing as if he was the puppet master and her pussy was on the strings. “I-I think I’d probably scream with you,” she admitted.

“Have you ever been so hot?” he whispered.

“Never. Only for you.” She clung to him.

“I want you to call my name. I want to hear my name drip from those lips when I make your pussy come.”

She rolled her hips around his magical hand. “Yess!”

How had she gone all of the years of her life not feeling this raging fire burning deep into her bones? She’d never be the same.

He continued stroking her. Thrusting his fingers in and out of her opening. Her legs shook. Her knees weakened. Her toes tingled. She was a mass of pure wanton desire. He buried his face in her breasts. Suckling, licking, gently nibbling. Her nipples were sensitive buds and each touch sent her closer to falling over an edge.

“Nash!” His name spilled from her lips. Her body shuddered and spasms wrapped around his invasive fingers. Somehow she bargained this time wouldn’t be enough.

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Nash had never witnessed anything more perfect than the expression of Em coming. She was beautiful and full of desire. His entire body throbbed and he wanted to slam his cock into her, but he wanted to take things slow, enjoy the gift he was being given.

He slipped his hand from her shorts and she whimpered. That put his balls in a vise. His cock grew to mammoth proportions and he needed to back off or he’d come before he even got inside of her.

He pushed her shorts, along with her panties, down her hips, legs and she gave them a kick from her ankles. He slipped his gaze down her naked beauty and knew there wasn’t a better body.

Scooping her up into his arms, he held her close as he took the short steps to the bed and laid her in the center. He drew back and stared, absorbing her like water to a sponge.

As if she still had a morsel of modesty, she wrapped her arms around her stomach. He smiled and found the gesture sweet. “That color of pick on your cheeks suits you well.”

“Is that right, cowboy?” Her arms slipped to her sides and he could see all of her again.

“If I didn’t think I’d spurt everywhere, I’d want you to touch yourself. Bring yourself to orgasm.”

Her jaw tightened some. As if to toy with his libido more, she smoothed her fingers over her stomach and along her outer thigh. It was enough to make his gut tighten. He quickly unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs. His cock strained in the boxers. He reached and touched her toes, smoothed his fingers higher to her ankle and up her slender, toned leg. The muscle tightened as he reached her knee. “I like this. Bare.” He touched her core.

“So you’re a no hair sort of guy?”

“I’ll take it however I can get it, but your pussy is glistening and that’s one helluva sight.” He smiled. She widened her legs, giving him a better view of pink treasure. “Fuck! You like seeing me all tied up. Don’t you?”

“I like hearing you talk naughty. Makes me feel like all hot inside.” Her eyes gleamed. “I want to see you naked,” she demanded.

He wasted no time. He tore his boxers off, hearing seams rip. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips and his balls practically swelled into melons. And when she sat up and took him into her warm palm, he thought he’d lose his load right then and there. He wasn’t sure where his constraint came from, but he was happy he managed his throbbing parts.

She rolled her hand over him, to the tip and down the girth. Shit that felt good, but he couldn’t hold on much longer. He wanted to sink himself into her sweet body and thrust like a madman.

“I have condoms. I’ll grab one from my wallet.” He reached for his jeans

She looked up at him through the veil of long lashes. “I’m on the pill. Double protection.”

“That’s good.” The word bounced off his lips. He ripped the package and pulled out the sheath, adjusting it on his cock.

He joined her on the bed and situated himself between her legs. She laid back and opened herself to him as he pressed his tip against the heat of her opening. He held her gaze, loving the look of complete abandonment washing over her. He slicked himself in her wetness and moved forward sliding himself into her. Her rippled muscle welcomed him in the tight smooth passage.

“I knew it’d be good, but I had no idea this good.”

She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around him. He slid into her, balls deep. He’d never known a better feeling. When she started gyrating her hips, he lowered his mouth and licked her skin, tasting her. His hand close smelled of her juices and the sweet musky scent swirled his nose like an illegal drug. He suckled her ear lobe. Her neck and shoulder.

“I’m coming again.”

“Yes, baby,” he urged. He wanted to feel her body wrap around him when she found her abyss.  He took on a fast pace, pounding into her body and her whimpers became louder, more taunting. Soon she was moaning loudly. Yeah, he knew she was a screamer.

She brought her knees high, giving him better leverage to sink deeper into her pussy. She became wetter and he became hotter.  He circled his hips then sank himself against her, doing this in a rhythm that made her breathing turn into loud pants. Her nails scratched his back, marking him. The bittersweet pain made his balls ache.

He stared at her, loving the look of ecstasy marring her expression. She looked like she stood on a precipice, clinging, wanting to reach the best orgasm yet. Oh, he’d give it to her.

“Oh. My. God.” She clamped around him so tight, he thought he’d stop breathing. He couldn’t hold back any longer, not with her grasping him in a muscled clasp.  In one last thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and emptied himself. She went limp underneath him as he waited out the spasms, each oozing from his toes to his eyebrows. Every nerve ending tingled, as if they tugged by an invisible source.

When he gained enough strength, he lifted himself from her and slipped himself between her legs. He grabbed his T-shirt and gently wiped between her legs. She trembled and whimpered.

Throwing the shorts to the side, he slid beside her and stretched out. She was so warm and completely still.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay.” Her eyes slipped shut and he pulled her closer against him, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

He wanted to keep her here…next to him and in his arms.

But how long would she stay?

CHAPTER TWELVE

EM LISTENED TO the rhythmic beating of Nash’s heartbeat. She didn’t want to move from this spot, cuddled up next to him. And he didn’t seem to be in any hurry for her to move either. He was lazily sweeping his fingers along her bare arm.

Her body still trembled from the after effects of one damn good, more like three, orgasms. She wanted to close her eyes and drift off to sleep, but that’d take this whole thing to a new level, which could be considered off since she’d just slept with him.

But sleeping—all night—in someone’s arms meant business in the intimacy department. For her, it ranked up there right along with leaving one’s toothbrush and a change of clothes. It was an insinuation that two people were in a relationship.

Nash was a big boy and no doubt he understood they had only shared a moment, and she would see that there would be no more moments in the future.

It wasn’t that sex between them wasn’t good, actually it had been fantabulous, but this could spiral out of control in no time flat, and she’d find herself wanting more and more thrilling orgasms.

Wow…he really knew how to make a woman’s toes curl. Tingles erupted inside of her stomach, mingling with the relaxing sensations of his hand touching her. Her inner thighs quivered in withdrawal, aching for another round.

Nope, not going to happen.

Shifting and pushing herself upward, she dragged the sheet with her, holding it tight against her body.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a husky voice. She didn’t dare take a peek at his exposed body.

“I’m not going anywhere, but you are.” She couldn’t waver. She must stick to her guns.

“Seriously? You’re kicking me out of your bed?” One eyebrow lifted in torment.

“I’m sleepy.”

He glanced at the clock on the nightstand. “It’s early.”

She flicked her tongue out and moistened her lips, preparing herself for the next round of words of denial. “Yeah, and I want you to go. I can’t sleep with someone in bed with me.”

He narrowed his gaze. “Someone, or just me?”

“With everyone.” The man knew how to dig beneath her layers of skin and tweak her protective wall. A part of her didn’t want him to go. Cuddling next to him, well, felt nice. But nice wasn’t good. Listening to his heartbeat and getting comfortable wasn’t in the cards for them.

“No worries. I understand.” He sat up and dropped his feet over the side of the bed.

“Do you?” Why did she suddenly feel guilty? She shouldn’t. She had nothing to apologize for.

“Of course, sleeping together means you’d have to let your guard down even more, which you’re not ready to do—yet.”

“Ever.” She corrected him. He shrugged and the lean muscles of his back coiled. Narrow, red stripes marred his olive toned skin and she gulped air. She’d left her mark…oh shit!

“And so you keep saying.” He looked over his shoulder and winked. Her core trembled. Damn man!

“No, it’s what I mean.” She gripped the sheet tighter.