A Cowboy for Christmas (4 page)

“Do you want me, Avalee?”

God, yes. She answered by sliding his leather vest off his muscled shoulders. A wicked gleam came into his eyes and she made a play of running her hands over the patches on his vest with all the sponsors’ logos. A chicken nugget company. Motor oil. And Rawhide.

When he drew his arms from the vest holes, she stopped thinking. She attacked his buttons. He went for a soft place on her throat, opening his mouth over the flesh and sucking. At this rate, she’d have to wear a turtleneck. But it
was
Vegas. And what happened in Vegas stayed in Vegas.

Until she saw him in six months for another photo shoot, and then she’d be reliving every touch in her memory.

She slid her hands into the opening in his shirt. Sculpted, scorching flesh greeted her fingers, and she couldn’t stop the coo from escaping her. He lifted his head with a crooked grin and yanked his arms from his sleeves.

“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes, sugar.” With practiced ease he flicked open the line of pearl buttons on her top. Each inch of flesh he exposed he kissed. Lightly, teasingly. She shook and clenched her fingers into his hair, her mind fogged with everything but reaching for that unseen peak her body craved.

“Fucking delicious. Better than trail bars.”

She yanked a few hairs out, and he shook with laughter. When he reached her navel, he snaked his tongue around it. Her panties were instantly useless. God, how was he controlling her body this way?

Up the length of her, he shot her a dark look. “I need to see if all of you tastes like candy.”

“Didn’t know you had a…” she gasped as he yanked open her belt with his teeth, “sweet tooth.”

“I do. Love me some pie.” In a blink her fly was open. He kissed the small V of turquoise panties and started to wiggle her jeans down her hips. She twisted her hands into the covers, unable to look away from him as he bunched her jeans to her knees. She was trapped—couldn’t spread her thighs and shove his face right where she wanted him.

If she were bold enough, that was.

He rubbed his face back and forth over her panty-clad pussy. Back and forth again.
Oh God.
Her body strained for more.

Suddenly he did a pushup and launched to his feet with all the grace and skill he’d shown in the arena. He gripped her right boot. “Nice rhinestone details. I didn’t take you for a bedazzled girl.”

Wait until he found out her secret.

“We left before we heard your score,” she said.

“I won,” he said flippantly. His face was fierce with want and without a care for his job.

He tossed her boots to the floor and hitched up his leg to remove his own. Her jeans were tugged off. Next her socks. Holding her gaze, he climbed up the bed like a predator coming after his prey.

When he covered her with his whole body, she cradled his face and kissed him. In a heartbeat the kiss turned carnal, their tongues meshing. He thumbed her nipple, and she cried out. Swallowing her noise, he answered with a groan. She struggled out of her plaid top and tank top. Reaching beneath her, he found her bra clasp and freed her aching breasts.

As he dipped his face between the mounds, he did that deep breathing thing again. “Fucking hell, you’re beautiful, Avalee.”

She made an involuntary noise and guided him to her breast. With his eyes closed, he sucked her nipple into his burning-hot mouth. She arched off the bed. He caught her other nipple and rolled it between his callused fingers.

“Dusty…”

“I know, sugar. This nipple needs attention too.” He closed his lips over the distended peak as he pinched the one he’d just abandoned. Hot shivers coursed through her, and she scraped her blunt nails over his shoulders.

“Mmm,” he rumbled against her skin. “Love me a little wildcat. Scratch me up, sugar. I like it.” He bit her nipple hard enough to make her cry out.

And suddenly he was lying between her legs, nuzzling her pussy through her panties again. Her heart throbbed heavily and she couldn’t tear her gaze away if she tried. The moment he pulled down her panties he’d see. And she wanted to watch his face when he did.

Hooking his fingers in the sides of her underwear, he inched them down, his nose still buried against her seam. Her bare mound came into view.

“Damn, a shaven pussy. I never expected this.”

Wait for it.

He dotted kisses over her mound, holding her gaze. When he snaked his tongue over her clit, he froze. His brow wrinkled and he pushed back. “What the…Jesus, God and the Holy Mother, Avalee,” he breathed. “A piercing?”

“It was a dare.”

He stared at the tiny silver bar with balls on each end that pierced her most intimate spot. His eyes flashed. “You’re not as buttoned up as you seem on the surface are you, wildcat?”

She opened her mouth to reply but at that instant he parted his lips over her clit and sucked. Need blinding her, she jerked her knees around his ears and rode his tongue with wild abandon. He lapped her from top to bottom then slowly back up, zigzagging his tongue through her juices and folds.

Her inner walls clenched with need. She rocked into his face and pinched her eyes closed. But he was too good not to watch. Too beautiful. She opened her eyes and lost herself in the dreamy expression he wore.

As he dipped his tongue into her pussy, they shared a noise of desperation. And then he was mouthing her faster, flicking her clit with the point of his tongue and sinking two fingers deep into her opening.

Her pussy spasmed. Pulsated. Her first moonbeams of ecstasy hit, and his name left her with a resounding cry.

* * * * *

Hell, he was going to come in his jeans. Avalee’s roughened version of his name fogged the room, along with her sweet scents. He couldn’t get enough. He watched her face contort in bliss as he tongued the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen, and he’d been looking at dirty magazines since eighth grade. Somehow her slick folds were the stuff of his dreams.

Her pussy was the finest dessert. He slurped her juices and lightly ground her clit into her body. That piercing was the hottest fucking thing he’d seen in ages, and learning the contours with his tongue wasn’t going to be enough for him. He was going to take a closer look.

Right after he peeled her off the ceiling.

“Mmmm.” He slipped his tongue into her pussy once more before lifting his head. “I’m not done here.”

She was pink with her release, her eyes hooded. Her nail marks on his shoulders stung like hell, but damn, he liked it. He gave her a crooked smile as he got to the side of the bed. Stripping off his pants took too long with his cock throbbing this way.

A flame of need had turned into a raging inferno. He ran his tongue along his lips, tasting her, and dropped his jeans and boxers in one glide.

Her eyelids fluttered, and her pretty lips pouted in a way that gave him a dozen dirty thoughts. Biting back a groan, he opened a condom and rolled it up his length. The roses in her cheeks bloomed again, sending brand new fire into his system.

“You’re blushing for me.” He stroked his cock once, root to tip. She tracked his movement, sinking her teeth into her plump lower lip.

Damn, he’d never hold off if she kept doing things like that. He eased onto the mattress, caught her around the middle and rolled her atop him. Her eyes widened as the tip of his cock poised at her slick opening.

“Kiss me,” he grated out and thrust his hands into her mass of hair.

She did without holding back. Long, sensuous kisses that made him think she was more experienced than he was. Maybe she came here every year and found herself a cowboy toy. Maybe even his brother—

He slammed the door on that thought, clutched her hips and lifted her onto his cock. A throaty cry left her as she sank over him. Sliding to the root. She barely gave him a second to wrap his head around the tight heat clenching him when she began to move.

Leaning back, tits bouncing, her hair rippling around his body. He stared into her eyes as she drove him crazier. She smelled like shampoo and a hint of cinnamon from being in the Cowboy Christmas space all day. To him, the scent would be forever tangled with this woman now.

He drew her down on him, his eyes rolling up with pleasure. Her inner walls hugged him. She moved faster. God, she was taking what she needed from him, and there was no bigger turn-on in the world.

With an uncontrollable growl, he wrapped her hair in his fist and kissed her. She rode him harder, faster. Their bodies slapping in the best music of all.

He felt her tension increase. She was close. “Come on, sugar. Come for me.”

She thrust her tongue into his mouth at the moment she tipped over the edge. Her body clamping down on his cock so hard, he issued a primal grunt as spurt after spurt of come burst from him.

* * * * *

Avalee stared at the ceiling, listening to Dusty’s heavy breathing return to normal. She should be feeling guilty or remorseful, but the only twangs she was experiencing were in her body.

Warm aftershocks.

She turned her head on the pillow and eyed him. Eyes closed, face tan against the white pillow. Small creases around each eye revealed he spent a lot of time outdoors, and the lines around his mouth were enticing as hell. Nothing sexier than a man who smiled.

This had to be her one and only Sin City slip, though. If that meant avoiding him except for the photoshoot, so be it. She’d miss seeing him compete, but she couldn’t trust herself not to go looking for him after his ride again.

In a swift move, he hooked an arm around her and dragged her against his side. He pressed her head down on his shoulder and held her in place. “You’re not leaving yet, so don’t get it in your pretty head.”

“Am I that loud when I think?”

“Yeah. So stop it.” He eyed her. “If you think I’m going to let you walk out after that mind-blowing sex, you’re wrong. I’m not finished with you.”

His warm, fragrant skin was inches from her nose. She turned her face against his chest and stared down the ridges of his abs, all the way to his long cock, still half-hard. He had a light dusting of dark hair, but obviously kept it manscaped.

How she’d landed in bed with such a god of a man was beyond her. She didn’t suffer from poor self-esteem but he seemed way out of her league.

And he was basically her employee.

She sat up. “This was a terrible mistake.”

“What?” He made a grab for her, but she slipped out of bed and started throwing on clothes. A tank top and jeans were enough to walk through the hotel without scandalizing herself—she had on far more clothes than most women in this city.

He launched to his feet and started stalking her around the room. She grabbed her underwear and socks. “You’re leaving?”

“Yes. This was a bad idea, Dusty. Let’s just…forget it ever happened.” Feeling the wings of panic fluttering inside her, she grabbed her boots and scooped the rest of her clothes into her arms.

He blocked her way—every muscle straining and his lips a straight line. “You can’t just walk out like this, Avalee.”

“Uh, yeah, I can.” She hurried to the door, whipped it open and walked out.

Stunned, she stood in the hall for a long second. Had she really just walked away from a man who could make her come like that?

Beyond the door she heard him cussing and something falling over as he probably threw on clothes. Crap. He was going to come after her. She took off down the corridor.

The door banged open. “Avalee!”

She tossed a look over her shoulder to see a very hunky—and angry—cowboy barefoot and shirtless with a towel around his hips. Her ears started ringing as her blood pressure skyrocketed, and she lurched into the open elevator doors.

Crowding into the back corner, she let her head fall against the wall. “Dammit.”

Her body still hummed from the insane orgasms he’d given her. As she plummeted story after story to the ground level, she replayed the experience in her mind. Each moment of pleasure was drawn out in her mind the same way he spoke—with honeyed sweetness.

His thorough lovemaking gave her the feeling that what they’d shared had been more intimate. More than a one-night stand.

“Dammit.” She focused on the numbers of each floor flying by and before the doors opened fully, she was pushing through the crack.

As she walked swiftly toward the exit, she threw one more look over her shoulder, expecting to see Dusty half-naked in the casino. Her ears rang with the din of people tossing away all their hard-earned money in the slots. In the back of the room a machine pealed as someone won.

She hurried out of the building and stopped a half a block over to put on her boots. Then she walked much more slowly to her own hotel.

In her room she threw herself on her big mattress and tried to slow her racing mind. Why had she climbed into bed with him? She wasn’t a woman who slept around. She’d only had a handful of partners.

But none of them were a big professional cowboy with a wicked tongue. She flopped onto her back and tried to evict all the dirty deeds he’d done from her head.

“Avalee!” Thumping followed.