“Not here.”
“Where?” His voice was an embarrassing breathless, husky whisper.
“My office…big couch.”
“Thank you, Lord.” He swept her up—he loved doing that—charged through the doorway to her office, kicked the door shut, and dropped her down on the sofa. The little devil lay there beaming up at him with those blue eyes, not looking icy at all. Rowdy knelt beside the couch. “Take this off,” he ordered as he pulled her sweater and tank top all the way off over her head.
“Sonofabitch.” His breath caught in his throat. He was afraid his heart would stop.
“You don’t like it?”
Her falsely innocent question kicked it back in. “Like?” he gasped. Glancing at her pleased expression, he dragged his gaze back to her breathtaking breasts. His tiny feminine side appreciated that her bra was spectacular, the colors shimmering into each other, the lace barely covering her. But he could give a shit. The huge masculine side wanted to taste the soft, cushiony skin, preferably…now. He lowered his head and sucked her nipple between his teeth.
She responded with a sharp cry.
Right through the lace, he rocked it, lashing the tip with his tongue.
She twisted and surged, her fingers in his hair, gripping his head. “The other one,” she begged with little kitten-like mews.
He was a good boy; he did as he was told. With a final nip, he lifted his head and whispered, “The jeans.”
She nodded frantically. “Uh huh…”
He slid them down her long, beautiful legs, right off over the sexy stilettos. “Fuck.” The panties matched her bra, blonde pussy hair peeping through the lace over her mound. “Jesus, sweetheart, you’re killin’ me,” he groaned. “Long legs, sexy underwear, and stilettos? I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
Sara groaned. Her chest rose and fell sharply. “I want you inside me now. Slow later,” she ordered, gripping the front of his shirt.
“Yes, ma’am.” He stood, divested himself of his shirt, boots, and jeans, and after peeling her out of her bra and panties, knelt between her thighs on the cushions. “Leave the shoes on,” he commanded. He didn’t give a crap if those spikes scratched his ass to ribbons.
“Rowdy, I want you…now.” She clutched his arms, pulling him toward her.
 
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Shaking, you’d think it was his first time with a woman, Rowdy pushed her thighs out, rolling them open. God, she was pink and wet and ready, her clit swollen and red, her pussy soft, winking moistly at him. “Hoh…Jesus…” he intoned reverently. He wanted to ram his aching cock inside her little hole until she shrieked with pleasure.
She moaned, threw her head back, “Oh, God.”
She squirmed when he pressed his thumbs on either side of her clit. “This is so pretty, darlin’.”
Her hips pumped, she gripped the sides of the cushions.
The sweet little nub hypnotized him, swelling and burning cherry red.
“Oh, God…please…”
He slid his middle finger into her entrance in short, slow, twisting pumps.
“Rowdy, please…” she begged.
“Jesus,” he whispered. She tightened on the tip of his finger. His cock surged in anticipation. She took his two fingers, all the way in, her muscles contracting around them. He pressed on her G-spot. She growled long, low, and feral.
“Yeah, now.” His shaking fist gripped his cock and steered it into her sweet, tight pussy. “Jesus,” he groaned, twisting his hips, circling and teasing. More like torture. Hot…feel good…want inside. He was a caveman, and Sara was his woman.
“God,” she panted hoarsely, surging up, tossing her head back on the cushion, eyes squeezed tightly shut.
He inched in, hips pumping shallowly, her silken walls luring him in.
“Rowdy…please!”
Jesus, one more push. “Shit!”
“What!”
“Condom,” he barked.
“Don’t you have one?” her panic unmistakable.
Rowdy scrambled off, reaching for his pants. Ripping the package open, he sheathed himself, just that almost driving him over the edge. “I’m back,” he muttered as he reseated himself at her entrance.
Now Sara’s hands were at his waist, his hips, cupping his butt. She gave a sharp tug. Rowdy obeyed and thrust, burying the thick head of his cock in as far as he could go. He grunted at the spike of pleasure roiling from inside his balls, racing through his body, and tried to pull out to thrust again. She wouldn’t let him go. Fine with him. Pumping and circling his hips, he fucked her. He hadn’t thought he’d last long, but it seemed like hours. His eyes rolled back in his head. She was hot and wet and tight, so slippery. Jesus, God…
His tightening and aching balls, the raging heat and pressure of his come, like no other feeling known to man, it had to explode. No choice. No stopping it. Coming… He squeezed his eyes shut, groaning through the sensations. They bucked against each other. She kicked his butt with the sharp little spikes and panted.
His come roiled, rose violently and burst from his body, hot and dense. God, I’m dying. So good. His body pumped uncontrollably. He didn’t want it to end.
Finally…though…he slowed, felt her arms around his back, hands stroking, felt her fingernails digging in, scratching.
Christ. Shuddering, he dimly wondered if she’d had an orgasm. He’d been so hungry for her that he’d done nothing to help her. What an asshole. He’d make it up to her. Even if it took a lifetime. “I’m sorry…”
Her fingers stilled. “What for?” she asked warily, in a low, whispery voice.
He collapsed to her side against the back of the couch and pulled her tightly against him. “I don’t even know if you came. I was an animal.” He tipped her chin up and turned her face to his. “It’ll be better next time.” Her silence unnerved him. Please, God, don’t let me screw this up.
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Sara cupped his face in her palm and rubbed her thumb across his lips. She smiled when he bit at the ticklish feeling. It was the most spectacular sex of her life. She’d come in spades, and he actually cared whether she had or not. Rowdy Pierce was a special man. “Next time?” she giggled. Kissing his chest, she whispered groggily, “You think you can do this again? I’m not sure either one of us would survive.”