Stripped Naked (Naked Cowboys) (10 page)

“You’d better let me in, sweetheart, or I’ll take you right here on the porch and give the neighbors a great show. Whatever you’re almost wearing should be illegal.”

“Oh.” She wet her lips. “Of course.” She stood back to let him enter and had barely closed and locked the door then she found herself pushed back against it with Dillon’s mouth hot on hers and his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass.

“I had a hard time not thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his lips against hers. “Wouldn’t have looked right for the sheriff to walk around with an obvious hard-on. Open for me, Jinx.”

She opened her mouth and he swept his tongue in, hot and searching. He kneaded her ass while he took and took and took from her mouth. The wooden door was hard against her back, but the force of it barely registered with her. Liquid soaked the insides of her thighs and her pussy demanded satisfaction. His fingers. His mouth. His cock. She lifted one leg and hooked it around his thigh, pressing herself into him, seeking the thick length of his cock behind the soft denim of his jeans.

“Jesus!” Dillon tore his mouth away from her and dragged in air. “What is it with you, anyway? The minute I get you alone I just want to fuck you and never stop. It’s like I have no control. ”

“Same goes,” she told him in a breathless voice, barely able to speak.

“I promise I’ll take it slower the second time.” He nipped the lobe of her ear.

“You said that before,” she reminded him.

“I’ll probably say it again.” He gave a strangled laugh. “Give me a second here.”

He moved her leg from his hip and reached in the pocket of his jeans. Jinx’s eyes popped when he pulled out a string of condoms.

“Planning on a lot of action tonight?” she asked.

“As much as you can handle.”

When he pushed his jeans down past his hips Jinx saw that he was commando. All that naked skin made her lick her lips. But then his cock popped out, thick and hard and long, and for a moment she couldn’t catch her breath. She watched impatiently as he tore open a foil wrapper and sheathed himself.

“You wet for me, Jinx?” He rubbed the lips of her pussy then easily thrust two fingers inside her. “Oh, yeah. Plenty wet.”

Moving her leg back to his hip so her stance was widened for him, he pressed her back against the door, wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and thrust it inside her in one easy glide.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Jinx sucked in a breath as he filled her completely, the inner walls of her cunt clamping down on him with ecstatic pleasure. Heat blasted through her body and the ripples of the onset of orgasm began almost at once.

“I can’t last.” He ground the words out between his teeth.

“Me either.”

He plastered his mouth to hers again as if he was a man dying of hunger and only she could feed him. His hips pistoned, ramming into her again and again. He managed to get one hand between them without toppling them over. Finding her clit, he rubbed and rubbed it.

They exploded like rockets going off, bodies shuddering so hard it was difficult to remain upright. With half of her brain functioning, Jinx was glad for the support of the door.

At last the shudders subsided, and Jinx let her leg fall to the floor and tried to regain her balance. Dillon rested his head on her shoulder a moment, his lips pressed against her neck. Finally, he stood back and jacked up his jeans then made sure Jinx was steady on her feet. He stared at her face, heat still shimmering in his eyes.

“I think I owe you an apology.”

She lifted one eyebrow. “For?”

“I guess I didn’t leave my caveman personality home tonight.”

“It’s okay. I’m not complaining. I wasn’t any better.” Her laugh was tremulous. “So much for self-control, right?”

“My self-control doesn’t seem to be worth shit when I’m alone with you.” He cupped her chin and tilted her face up so he could lightly brush his lips over hers. “Let’s try it again from the top, okay? Like civilized people?”

“Okay.” She took another moment to gather herself. “Would you like a glass of wine? Or I have beer if you prefer.”

“What are you drinking?”

“Wine.”

“Then I am too.”

He followed her into the kitchen, standing close enough to her while she poured that she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She was proud of the fact that her hands were almost steady on the bottle.

“That thing you’re wearing should be illegal,” he told her, running one hand lightly over the fabric to the curve of her ass. “I’m sure it’s what lit my fuse.”

“Good. Then it’s doing its job.” She turned into him. “Shall we take this upstairs?”

“Only if you walk up in front of me so I can watch that gorgeous ass while you do.”

She laughed again. “No problem.”

He kept touching her all the way to the top of the stairs, light caresses barely there, all the more stimulating because of it. By the time they reached her room she was wet again.

Oh my God. I’m becoming a sex maniac.

“Your guy’s coming out tomorrow to take the pictures of Warrior and me,” he told her when they were settled on her bed. “I talked to Matt about it. He’s got a couple of rescue horses too, if you want to throw them into the mix.”

“Great idea.” She sipped at her wine. “I’ll call him and get a little background about them too.”

They sat in silence for a long moment. He rested his free hand lightly on her thigh, fingertips brushing faintly back and forth.

“So, how’s the publishing business?”

“Great. How’s the cop business?”

“Technically,” he told her, “I’m a sheriff.”

She shrugged. “Okay, how’s the
sheriff
business?”

“Same as always.”

She took another swallow of her wine. She would not—
not
—ask him anything about the naked body. That would be abusing their fledgling relationship. She had to trust that when he had something to tell her he would, just as he’d promised. Tonight she wasn’t running the paper. Tonight was a night for wild, wild sex.

She set her wine glass on the nightstand, rolled to her knees and bent over him. When the sheer fabric of the nightie brushed against his skin he slid a hand beneath it to find the crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks. She wrapped her fingers around his cock, bent lower and took him into her mouth, letting him slide easily along her tongue. He drew in a breath and his fingertips pressed farther in the warm clutch of her ass. And when she drew her head back slightly, giving her room to lazily run her tongue over the purplish head and lap at the thick fluid beading at the slit, he pressed the tip of one finger hard against the ring of muscle at her anus.

She dipped the tip of her tongue into his slit, exerting some pressure of her own, drawing an oath from him.

“Jesus, Jinx. Way to drive a man nuts.”

She smiled around his shaft. “Maybe this will make you even crazier.”

Slipping one hand between his thighs she cupped his balls, feathering her finger over the skin and the soft hair covering it. As she slid her mouth up and down his shaft, she rhythmically squeezed his balls. He swelled in her mouth, filling it to capacity, and she hummed in satisfaction.

And all the time his fingertip pressed harder and harder against her rear opening. The familiar throbbing pulsed in her cunt and her breasts ached with need.

Suddenly, Dillon pulled his hand away from her body and tossed her flat on her back.

“What—”

“We’ll get back to that later. Right now it’s my turn.”

He licked the line of her jaw and the sensitive spot behind each ear, making her tremble with a new rush of desire. Moving slowly, he tasted her neck before reaching the hollow at the base of her throat, pressing a kiss to the pulse beating furiously beneath the skin. Then, with agonizing slowness, he moved first to one breast then the other, tracing the fullness before taking her nipples one at a time into his mouth.

Jinx threaded her fingers in his hair, pressing his head to her body, reveling in the wicked magic he created with his tongue. Her nipples swelled and stiffened as he gently raked his teeth over them, the friction a mixture of pleasure and pain. Impatient for him to do more, she tried to push his head lower.

His chuckle rumbled against her, the vibrations streaking right to her pussy.

“Impatient, are we?”

“Yes. No.” She tossed her head. “I want it all.”

“That’s what I’m giving you, sweetheart. Every bit of it.”

His hands were gentle yet possessive as they roamed over her skin, following the curve of waist and hip. With his mouth, he traced a pattern between the valley of her breasts down to the indentation of her navel, swirling the circlet of flesh with the tip of his tongue. She widened her legs, urging him to move his attention lower, but he seemed determined to stretch out every taste and every touch.

At last, he parted the lips of her cunt with his thumbs and blew softly on the wet flesh. Every muscle clenched in need and hunger. When he pulled her clit into his mouth she arched her hips, tightening her fingers in his hair and silently urging him to do more and more. When the tip of his tongue rimmed her opening little moans drifted from her mouth.

“Please,” she begged.

“Please what?” he asked, his mouth still covering her cunt.

“I want you inside me. Right now.”

“Exactly what part of me are we talking about here?” His voice was unsteady, his own need coloring it.

“Your tongue.” She nearly shouted it. “I want your tongue inside me.”

With a soft, sucking sound he thrust his tongue into her hot channel, at the same time pinching her clit between thumb and forefinger. The pressure built inside her until it was almost unbearable. Jinx wrapped her legs around his neck and pulled hard on his hair, pushing herself against his mouth. He worked his tongue harder and faster, dragging it against her inner walls. He squeezed harder on her clit and she exploded, bucking against his mouth, spasms rocking her body. He swallowed her essence, holding her hips firmly and riding her though the storm.

Her breathing was ragged as the tremors subsided, but Dillon gave her no rest. He grabbed one of the condoms and rolled it on, lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove into her with one hard, fast plunge. For a long moment, he stared into her eyes, exchanging a silent message that neither seemed to want to acknowledge. Then he moved, pistoning in and out, dragging the head of his shaft against her G spot each time. Driving her so crazy she would do anything if he’d just let her come. Again. He was so deep she felt him in every space in her body.

Beneath him she felt the rising tension in his body, the tightening of his muscles. She concentrated on his movements and the power they unleashed inside her. He pushed her higher, farther than she’d ever been.

She didn’t need him to shout out to know they had reached the combustion point. Then she was flying, tumbling into space, whirling in a sea of black velvet as the walls of her pussy milked him again and again. He shouted her name as he emptied himself into the latex, his entire body convulsed in rhythm with hers.

Jinx had no idea how long the shudders lasted, only that she shuddered over and over again until she was completely spent. Lowering her legs took an effort. Her heart raced and her lungs struggled for air as her body came down from the incredible high.

She opened her eyes when she felt Dillon brushing the damp hair back from her face. He was staring at her with the same expression in his eyes she’d seen earlier, one that scared her in its intensity. What was going on here? For a moment, she was tempted to pull away from him, to tell him to leave.

Then the moment passed and his mouth curved into his killer smile.

“I think that should hold us for a while.”

She huffed a laugh. “I should say so.”

He slid one hand beneath her buttocks, finding that hot crevice again and pressing a fingertip against her opening. “I want to take you here.” His voice was rough with desire. “Do you know I dream about it?”

Heat crawled up her body and something dark fluttered low in her belly. “You do?”

“Mmm hmm. Trust me, Jinx. It will happen. Not tonight but soon.” He levered himself off of her and rolled to his back. “I don’t know about you, but I could use another glass of that wine.”

Jinx was reading the piece on Dillon and his Appaloosa when Lew knocked on her door jamb. She turned from her computer and motioned him forward.

“Nice piece on the sheriff and the horses,” she commented.

“Thanks for letting me do the write-up. I was just checking to see what you thought about it.”

“You’re welcome and it’s great.” She glanced at the computer again. “Excellent photos also.” She smiled at him. “I think you might make a reporter yet.”

His face reddened. “I just wanted to say how much I appreciate all the stuff you’re giving me to cover. I’m learning a lot.”

Her smile softened. “That’s what it’s all about, Lew. Experience is the best teacher. I’m glad to have you on the staff.”

She was afraid he was going to rush over and hug her at the compliment. Thankfully, her phone rang just at that moment. She waved him away before she answered it.