That was when Rawley crossed the room in three long strides, tugging his T-shirt as he did, then tossed it. He lifted her fluidly; her breath caught in her throat as his arms cradled her and laid her gently on the rumpled sheets. He stepped back, and Skylar’s eyes tracked every movement as he peeled off his own clothes, first the boots, then his jeans.
He knelt between her legs and began to kiss a path along her thighs. Each soft press of his lips sent shivers up her spine as he moved up. She pressed a hand to his shoulder, and he paused, looking up.
“Did I do something wrong?” he whispered.
“No. It’s just…we were out riding all day.”
“I know you’re hot.” His voice was low, amused.
Skylar’s cheeks burned. His lips moved to the other thigh, and then, with a tender insistence, he reached the juncture of her thighs. His tongue slid between her slit, and her fingers tangled in his hair.
“And sweaty. Rawley…”
“Shhh. It’s fine baby.” He held her gaze. “Relax.”
Relax? Her body convulsed with need, and when he touched her clitoris, the world fractured. She cried out, arching beneath him, every nerve ending alight. He didn’t stop until her cries echoed off the walls, then climbed up her body and sealed her mouth with a fierce kiss.
He broke away and looked into her eyes. “See? You taste amazing.” He leaned down again but paused to reach into the nightstand drawer.
Skylar felt him drop a condom into her palm. With a quick motion she rolled him onto his back, straddled his thighs, and rolled the latex down over him. He groaned at her touch.
She lowered herself, hips settling until fiery friction bloomed between them. Her hands braced on his chest as she began to rock in slow circles, feeling every inch of him. When he sat up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and their lips met in a passionate collision. Rawley’s hands slid around her back and up into her hair, holding her head as he matched her rhythm.
Faster they moved, skin sliding against skin, until a wave of white-hot pleasure crashed through her. She arched, clinging to him, and he groaned into her mouth as his release followed. They held each other through the tremors, hearts pounding, breaths mingling.
“Damn, I could use a cigarette,” he muttered.
“You smoke?”
Rawley grinned. “No.”
Skylar laughed and shook her head.
Rawley placed his forehead against hers. “It’s not possible, is it?”
She tried to steady her voice. “What?”
“That it was even better than the first time.”
Skylar laughed softly. “It must be because it was.”
He chuckled, brushing a stray lock from her face. “I don’t know what this is yet, but I like where it’s going.”
“I do, too.” Skylar grinned. “Don’t you dare break my heart. You don’t want to be on my shit list.”
“Hell, I don’t know you that well yet, but I already fear that list.”
She laughed again. “We really need that shower now.”
“Yep. Grab a condom.”
She reached out, her fingers brushing his, opened the drawer, and pulled out another condom. Rawley slid off the bed, and she pressed against him as he lifted her into his arms.
“You can put me down,” she said with a grin.
“No, I kind of like how this feels.”
She tightened her thighs around his waist as he carried her to the bathroom. He kicked the door closed behind them, and the hush of running water followed.
