She dropped her own voice to a purr. “Would it help knowing I’m not wearing any underwear?”
He closed his eyes tight. “Fuck, no!”
“Well, then you’re in luck. I am. Granny panties.”
“White?”
She nodded, sliding her forehead against his. “Mm-hmm.”
His grip on her bottom turned rigid. “I want to see.”
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and pulled away. “After the party.”
Daniel’s hands tightened so hard the steering wheel groaned. He’d been sweating bullets since he’d helped tuck her and that flimsy little dress into the cab and pointed the truck down the highway. Her sweet floral perfume and the faint underlying hint of arousal had him wishing he hadn’t been so stubborn. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was different about her tonight.
The quick little glances she gave him lingered on his body, burning him. The little wistful sounds that escaped from her pink mouth had him so hard the clasp on the back of his belt buckle poked his rock-hard dick.
Katelyn sighed again beside him, drawing his gaze from the road to the rise of her chest as she inhaled her next breath. “Is it far?”
“No. We’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Long enough,” she murmured.
Her tone had him worried. When her hand settled on his knee, he nearly jerked the truck off the road. He gave her a quick glance and frowned when she undid her seat belt and scooted closer to him on the bench seat.
“Katelyn, get your belt back on.”
She tugged the ends of the belt in the middle of the seat and buckled them together, snuggling her hips next to his. “Mmmm. That’s better.” Her palm slid up his thigh and down to his knee again. She smoothed it back up, and then casually let it slip between his legs.
His thighs tensed from the pleasure. “Katelyn? I don’t know what you’re thinkin’—”
“You just drive and leave the rest to me.”
She angled her body toward him and reached for his belt buckle. Her hand slid behind the buckle, and Daniel sucked in his breath to give her room to work. A soft snick and it loosened, and as quick as he drew another breath, she’d freed the button at the waist of his jeans and slid down the zipper.
“Thought we were waiting ’til after the dance,” he said, enjoying the change in plans and the fact she was taking the initiative.
“This is for you,” she said. “After will be for both of us.” She pushed down the top of his underwear, freeing his cock.
Daniel eased back as far as he could on his seat. When Katelyn leaned toward him, he lifted his right hand off the wheel to give her access, and then settled it on her hair.
As she drew close, her breath bathed his hot flesh.
“You know, there are laws against this kinda thing,” he said, gasping when her tongue laved the swollen crown of his dick.
“I know this cop,” she said, skimming her tongue along the sensitive ridge just below the crown. “Bet he can fix a ticket.”
His hand stroked her soft hair, and the truck slowed until he realized he’d eased off the gas. He punched the pedal again. “That cop’s gonna be sittin’ in the cell next to you.”
“Sounds like fun.” Her tongue glided down his shaft, curving to his shape.
“Damn, baby.”
“Just keep your eyes on the road.”
“Easier said than done.” He bit back a groan when she made the return trip up his cock, swirling her tongue along his length until she reached the head.
She stuck the point of her tongue in the little slotted hole at the end and wiggled it.
Daniel bit back an oath and widened his legs, one foot still on the gas, the other leg pressing against the door. “You’re gonna get us both killed.”
“Not if you do what I say. Don’t be such a goose.”
He snorted. “Didn’t know you had such a nasty streak.”
“Don’t know everything, do you?” With that, her mouth opened over the end of his cock, and she took him inside.
He gasped and lifted his hips fractionally, frustrated he couldn’t ram upward the way he needed. His hand gripped her hair harder, encouraging her to take him deeper inside her mouth.
Down she went, murmuring and sighing around his cock, her tongue and lips closing tightly, her mouth sucking—deeper still, until his cock touched the back of her throat, and he eased off his grip.
But Katelyn had more to give, more amazing depths to plunder. Her throat relaxed, and he sank inside as she moved her head up and down in his lap. With his breaths catching her rhythm, he raked her hair with his fingers, the end rushing up to meet him.
When one dainty hand clasped the base of his cock and the other dug between his legs to massage his balls, he felt the sweet tension begin to unwind. “Baby, back off, I’m gonna come.”
She reared back. “Gotta swallow. Don’t want to mess up your clothes.” Then she sank down again, taking him into the moist, hot cavern of her mouth and beyond.
Air whistled between his teeth, and he cried out, fighting to keep the truck between the dashed line and the shoulder of the road while she sucked him off, murmuring her delight and encouragement.
After he’d emptied his balls, she sat back and shook her hair around her shoulders, a feline smile on her lips. “Think you can make it through a dance or two now?”
He pulled the truck to the side of the road and got out, adjusted his clothing, and took deep cleansing breaths of air. When he climbed back inside, he snaked his hand around the back of her head and kissed her hard. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Ten minutes later when Daniel helped her down from the cab of his truck, he barely resisted the urge to shove her back inside. Her nipples poked against the thin cotton of her dress, and her hair was a little messy, her lips swollen, and her lipstick nearly gone. He didn’t want to share the sight of her with any other man. While he smiled down at her, he gritted his teeth. He’d just have to be satisfied with the fact her pink lipstick ringed his cock.
The open bay of the firehouse was strung with lights, and the music could be heard well before they crossed the road to the parking lot. Food was laid on banquet tables to one side. Sodas, punch, and pitchers of tea were on a table to the rear. A band played country music to which people of all ages danced.
Katelyn passed the evening in a happy haze. With Daniel’s arm curved around her back, she felt proud and protected. His glance never rested on another woman in the room. He introduced her to several people, and she felt welcomed. If she caught a few curious stares, warm smiles quickly followed. It appeared she’d worried about her reception at his side for nothing.
The music slowed.
“Would you like to dance?” Daniel murmured in her ear, his arms enfolding her from behind.
She glanced around at the other couples already circling the dance floor. “I don’t know how to dance like that,” she said, leaning back against his body.
“It’s a two-step. It’s easy. Trust me, I’ll show you how.”
She turned and raised her hands to him, giving him her trust in the deepest sense of that word. He grasped one of her hands in his and placed the other on his shoulder before pulling her closer. He began the steps slowly, heedless of the beat of the music, then picked up the pace as she learned. They circled the dance floor, swaying together with the rhythm of the music.
To Katelyn, dancing within the circle of Daniel’s arms was a hint of the heaven she’d know later—when their bodies blended and merged while they made love. Their movements now were pleasurable, their bodies perfectly aligned and in sync. When the dance ended, they both smiled.
“See, I told you that you could do it.”
They had come to a stop in a darkened corner of the room. His hands still rested on her waist, and she tried to forget that other people were beginning a new dance, so near to them.
Daniel watched her as she gathered her courage and lifted her hands behind his neck to pull his he
ad closer to hers. This time her lips caressed his as she learned their shape and texture, first with her lips then her tongue. She followed the closed seam of his mouth, and he opened his lips on a soft moan.
Daring filled her, and she swept her tongue into his mouth, sliding it along his. She tasted the punch they’d drunk earlier and his own unique flavor. She gasped when his tongue began to slide sinuously against hers.
“Would you like to leave?” she asked breathlessly, when she could pull her mouth from his.
He didn’t answer, but his flushed cheeks and the starkly drawn features of his face told her he was as desperate for privacy as she was. Taking her hand, he pulled her along out of the dance hall to his truck.
The drive back to her home seemed to take forever. Neither of them spoke, but she was glad for the silence. She didn’t want to think, didn’t want to change her mind about what she knew would happen.
Daniel’s heart pounded fast. He tried to temper his expectations, to keep his excitement in check, because at any moment she could change her mind. Despite her boldness during the drive to the firehouse, he couldn’t let his hopes take flight. He’d felt off balance all evening, having surrendered the pace and the direction of this night to her care the moment she had opened her front door.
Everything after that had been a blur. All he could see were her flushed cheeks, softly curling hair, and that bit of pink fabric that kept him a sane man. He’d been all too aware of the curious, covetous gazes that had followed her that evening. He knew he’d have some competition for her time soon, if he didn’t make his move quickly to place his brand all over her.
When they pulled up the drive, she fumbled for her keys, and he took them from her shaking hands and unlocked the door. She didn’t turn on the light. Moonlight poured through the living room window. Silver tipped her eyelashes and the curls that lay against her shoulders. Shadows settled in the curves between her breasts visible above the bodice of her dress.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked, praying she was.
She didn’t reply. Instead her lips parted, and a small shivery sigh escaped. She moved closer and touched his face with her open palm, and then leaned into him to press small kisses to his chin, along his jaw, and finally his mouth. He let her take the lead, and when she urged him to open his mouth against hers, he obliged. Gently, he drew her body closer until he couldn’t tell whether it was the beat of his heart or hers that hammered madly at his chest.
Abruptly, she broke the kiss and rested her face against the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry,” she said, but instead of pushing away from him she wrapped her arms around him.
He sighed; this wasn’t what he’d hoped for, but at least she wasn’t showing him the door. “Katelyn, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” She raised her head, and he gave her a crooked little smile despite the ache that pressed against the front of his jeans. “We can just talk,” he suggested.
She stood in the circle of his arms, looking at him for the longest time. Then she pressed her hands against his chest. He let her go and did his best not to reveal his disappointment.
She turned slightly from him and held out her hand. “Daniel, I’m not sure this is the right thing for us to do…”
His heart began to beat faster. “Baby, I’m not asking for more than you want to give.”
After a long moment, her shoulders straightened, and she led him to her bedroom. Blood sang in his veins, and he tightened against moving as quickly as he really wanted to. Instead, he let her set the pace, surprised when she turned on the lamp next to the bed and slowly drew her clothing off a piece at a time, until she stood naked in front of him.
The bright color on her cheeks, and the way she stood shyly, her hands held awkwardly at her sides, told him she wasn’t accustomed to being so bold.
Lifting his gaze to hers, he said, “You’re so beautiful you make me ache from wanting you.”
Without taking his gaze from hers, he stripped off his shirt, shucked his jeans and underwear, and then remembered to search his pockets for his wallet and the foil packet he had tucked inside it. That he lay on the table next to the bed.
A small smile lifted the corners of her mouth. “I hope you brought more than one of those.”
He pulled several more from his back pocket and gave her a lopsided grin. “Didn’t want you to think I was taking anything for granted.”
Glancing up, he saw her wide-eyed gaze staring at his cock, and he let her look her fill. When she finally raised her gaze to his, he said, “You can still change your mind, Katelyn.”
Her own voice was a little hoarse when she said, “Are you crazy?” She sank onto the bed, and he was right there, climbing over her, parting her legs with his knees.
Kneeling between her legs, he ripped open a packet with his teeth and smoothed the latex down his shaft. Then he curled his back to take an erect little nipple into his mouth and suckle as he rooted with his cock between her legs.
Her hands closed around him and guided him inside her pussy.
Even through the sheath, he could feel her moist heat and the muscles of her inner walls clasp his dick. He let go of her nipple and stretched out on top of her, resting on his elbows to look into her face. “Are you all right?”
She nodded, a smile trembling on her lips.
He kissed her mouth and lifted, just their breaths between them. “Think I’m staying here a while.”
A faint smile stretched her full lips. “Feeling warm and cozy?”
“I’m feeling a lot of things, but cozy isn’t one of ’em.”
She caressed his chest, her fingers circling his flat nipples. “Feel like a ride, cowboy?”
A short bark of laughter caught him by surprise, and he rolled, taking her with him, stopping when she rose above him. “Sweetheart, wanna save a horse? Ride a cowboy.”
Chapter Six
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He’d known sex would be different with this woman—somehow more, but he wasn’t prepared for the rush of emotions that washed over him at Katelyn’s first tentative movements.
She was awkward and self-conscious, perched on top of him. He could tell by the frown that wrinkled her forehead and the way her hands wouldn’t settle on any one place for longer than a moment.
He couldn’t believe she’d never topped a man before—and bit back an oath at the thought of the selfish bastard who’d taken from her, probably humping her like a blowup doll for all the joy he’d given her.
The fact she knew how to give a blowjob but had never had the favor returned, burned a hole in his gut, too. Katelyn deserved so much more.
He reached for her hands and placed them on his chest, then guided her knees alongside his hips. “That better?”
Her nod was sharp, her breaths harsh. “I feel so full.”
She felt wonderful—lush and wet as her cunt caressed his length. “Am I hurting you?”
“No.” She shivered, her eyes closing momentarily. When they opened again, she whispered, “Show me?”
He reached and cupped the back of her head, pulling her close for a rough kiss. “Just move,” he said, his voice harsh. “Whatever feels good is right.”
She levered up and lifted her hips, pulling off his cock, then slid down to take him all the way inside again.
Daniel held her hips, helping her lift and fall, again and again, beginning the rocking ride to completion. Gradually, he moved with her, gently countering her moves, until they stroked each other faster and faster. Her sighs and the soft, moist sounds her pussy made as she rode him, filled the quiet room.
Every lesson he’d ever learned in any other woman’s bed had only been a rehearsal for this. He held his own painful arousal in check, concentrating instead on her pleasure, gauging her breaths and the rising color in her cheeks to know when she needed more from him.
Keeping his eyes open, feeling every muscle of his body harden and strain, he watched the emotions revealed on her face as they made love. Anguish, urgency
…painful need.
Feeling her draw tighter above him, and hearing her soft womanly moans, he knew she was drawing near. He deepened his upward thrusts, sharpening his strokes, earning gasps and jagged sobs from her as she clutched his shoulders and met his strokes, sliding up and down his cock until at last she hurtled toward the abyss.
At the final moment when her entire body tightened and strained, he fingered her clit, scraping his callused thumb over the engorged knot of flesh until she cried out, her head flung back.
Daniel’s heart felt squeezed inside his chest. She was so damn beautiful, sitting there lost in her release, her body shuddering so hard her tits quivered. Her inner walls clasped and rippled around his cock, and he gritted his teeth, wanting to make this moment last and wanting to watch her make the climb again—with him.
In his heart, he knew no man had ever been so determined to give her this joy, and he wanted her to acknowledge what they shared was unique and meant to be.
When at last she collapsed against his chest, he rolled them to their sides and pushed back the hair clinging to the sweat on the sides of her face.
“That was some ride, cowboy,” she said, her eyes closing as she drew in deep breaths. “You took my breath away.”
He kissed her, sucking on her open lips to let her breathe, and then smoothed a hand over her hips, gripping her to cuddle her closer and keep the connection. “Think you got this horse broke to saddle?” he whispered, his head tucked on the pillow beside hers.
Her eyes opened, and her mouth slid into a grin. “God, I hope not. I’m looking forward to more bumpy rides.” Her inner muscles squeezed around him. “What about you? Did I leave you behind?”
“Mm-hmm. Eating your dust.” Then he gave her a little dig with his cock, a reminder there was still unfinished business, and no one was getting any sleep just yet.
Katelyn laughed softly and groaned. “I don’t think I can move. Something’s got me nailed to this bed.” But her hand reached over to rest on his chest, and her palm rotated on his flat nipple.
He leaned closer and sucked on her bottom lip, then gave it a gentle nip. “How about I do all the work? I’m younger—I’ve got stamina.”
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