“How likely is it that Burke would let me ride her to the ceremony?” She asks. “I’m sure I could manage it in my dress.”
“What?” The horse. Of course. Stopping, I tug her back against my chest when she tries to take another step. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I kiss her temple. “My love is smitten, aren’t you?”
“A little,” she concedes.
“And if I buy her for you?” I scrape her hair to one side and lick that spot below her ear, her blackberry perfume and sugar cookie shampoo assaulting my senses. God, I love that smell and the way she tastes.
She twists in my arms, giving me easy access to her mouth. Her naked gaze stares into mine with total openness and honesty. No walls. No secrets to hide. No fear.
She bites her lip as mischief lights her up from inside. “Well, I’d have to thank you properly of course.”
Slipping my tongue between her lips, I lick up her sweetness before pulling back. “And that would entail?”
She trails a hand down my chest to the belt on my pants. Digging her fingers in behind the leather she gives it a tug that sends all the blood rushing to my cock. “Getting on my knees.”
“You know that’s not why—”
“You spoil me because you love me. I suck your cock because I love the way you taste on my tongue.” She lowers to her knees in front of me.
“Christ, baby.” I capture her jaw and run my thumb over her bottom lip. “But you don’t need to do that. Not now. Not here.”
“I want to.” She slips the leather through the brass buckle. Unhooks the button and tugs down my zipper. Wiggling my jeans down, she frees my cock and captures it with her hand.
I hiss in pleasure when she runs her palm up and down my length a couple times. I will never get enough of her hands on my body. Of how sexy she is when she opens her mouth to take me.
I drag my shirt over my head and drop it on the ground. I don’t want it tampering with this view.
Her mouth is hot and soft and wet. Her lips tighten around me as she draws me in before sliding back.
“Fucking hell. That feels good. So right.” I am going to spend the rest of my life enjoying this woman and loving every minute of it. “Your mouth is amazing, baby.”
She surges forward, taking me deeper. And then taking me all the way to the back of her throat.
And isn’t that a black out kind of perfection? It makes my calf muscles tremble. I wind my fingers in her hair, twisting itinto my fist and guiding her movements as she takes me at the pace I set with my hips.
She hums around me as her fingernails dig into my thighs. Her eyes water, but she’s too greedy to back off. She won’t stop until she’s drained me.
But I’m a greedy bastard.
Ever since she told me a couple days ago that she wants to have my baby, and that she was due to be in the middle of her cycle on this trip, I’ve become obsessed with filling her with my seed. “I want more than your perfect mouth around my cock. I want that pretty pussy dripping on me. I can smell your arousal from here.”
She moans, squeezing her knees together.
Her hand and mouth working in tandem are almost impossible to resist, but filling her, trying to get her pregnant while that window of opportunity is open... I pull my cock free of her lips and shove my pants all the way down. Kicking off the tangle of boots and denim I lay out my clothes on the sand and then reach for her.
She helps me get her naked, and I add her shirt and pants to mine before I lay her down on them. Fuck. She’s an angel and a vixen as those doe eyes gaze up at me. She’s my present, my future, my life.
Heaven is right here, in this moment.
“What is it?” She cups my face with both hands as I stare down at this woman who holds my heart. “What are you thinking?”
With my throat clogged with emotion, I can’t find the words to tell her exactly how much she means to me. These feelings are bigger than those three tiny words. They’re much more specific, but far more than I can articulate. They’re pain and pleasure. Heartache and happiness. They’re an ache inside me so full ithurts but can never be filled to the point that it’s enough to want to let go.
Yeah, my brothers would tell me I’m pussy whipped. I’m cheesy. But Ivy Love changed me from someone who never wanted intimacy or connection to a man who craves it.
I shake my head and lean in to kiss her as I slip my hand between her thighs and find her as wet as I suspected she’d be. “You’re my everything.”
“Rogue Maddox,” she whispers as I spread her thighs with my knee and lower myself over her. “The look on your face and the way the blue in your eyes changes, getting slightly deeper, I know you’re in your head.”
