Read Bare Naked: Naked Cowboys, Book 4 Online
Authors: Desiree Holt
Relentlessly, he aroused her with his fingers and his mouth, pushing her higher until she had no choice but to let the orgasm explode through her body. He rode her through it, sucking hard on her clit while he kept up the rhythm of his fingers. When she collapsed back on her pillows, pulse racing, she couldn’t miss the satisfied smile on his face.
“Most excellent,” he told her. “Very, very excellent. But I knew it would be.” He kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips. “I just had a feeling you’d be a very passionate woman, Georgie Zielinski. Now I’m going to prove it again.”
“I…want to see all of you,” she told him.
“I’m about to take care of that.” He reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulled out his wallet and extracted a foil packet.
She was shocked to see his hands shaking.
“Just so you know,” he went on, “this one’s still good. I bought it three weeks ago in an alcoholic fog figuring I might get lucky.” He rested his hand for a moment on the curls covering her sex. “I’m glad I didn’t get the chance to use it before, because
this
is definitely lucky.”
He stood up to shuck his jeans and boxer briefs. When his cock sprang free, she sucked in her breath. Holy God. He was thick and hard and pulsing, the head a dark purple, fluid already sitting on the slit at the top of the velvety skin. She reached for him but he shook his head.
“Touch me and I’m done. Jesus, Georgie, you just do it to me.” He knelt between her legs again. “I wanted to take so much more time with you, but I think I’m at the end of my rope here.”
“That’s fine.” Her words came out in a breathless rush. “I can’t wait any longer either.”
And just who is this impatient woman in your body, Georgie Zielinski? You sure are being bold tonight.
Because I want him inside me so badly. And what is up with that?
Then she had no more time for thinking, because he rolled on the condom, wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and guided its thick length to her wet opening. With the other hand, he lifted the leg with the uninjured foot and draped it over his shoulder.
“I’m going to take very good care of you, Georgie.” His voice was thick with lust. “Very, very good care.”
With agonizing slowness, he nudged himself inside her, his gaze locked with hers, watching for every emotion, every response. Her inner walls stretched to accommodate his thickness, his passage eased by juices from her climax. Even so, he was a lot for her to take. Cade Hannigan was definitely all man and a mile wide. But as she absorbed him inch by inch, her body responded, her nipples tightening again and heat flushing her breasts and her face.
And deep inside her, the erotic coil of release began unwinding. The muscles of her pussy clenched around him and every nerve in her body snapped and sizzled. Gradually, in increments so slow as to be torturous, he began the erotic in-and-out slide, his eyes still locked with hers as if he was intent on memorizing her every reaction.
Georgie hooked her ankle around his neck to give herself balance and moved her body with his, a rhythm that increased in measured strokes.
In, out, in, out, in, out.
Oh God, oh God,
oh God.
Every part of her body pulsed and throbbed. She was sure the flame in his dark eyes was a match for her own.
Faster, she wanted to tell him. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
And yet she didn’t want it to end. Wanted the leisurely glide of his cock in and out of her channel to go on and on.
“Damn, Georgie.” The muscles in his face tightened. “I can’t hold on any longer.”
“Go,” she breathed. “I’ll be right there with you.”
“I’ll make damn sure you are.”
Sliding a hand between them, he found her clit and matched the tempo of his fingers to those of his shaft. The climax came roaring up from inside her, racing through her body, consuming every inch of her. At the exact moment that Cade stiffened above her, jaws clenched, she erupted and he followed her over the cliff.
They spun and whirled together, bodies shaking with the force of their orgasms. Nothing existed except the two of them and the intensity of what consumed them. It went on and on, his cock pulsing inside her, the walls of her cunt spasming and milking him until neither had breath or strength left.
At last, he slid her leg carefully from his shoulder and slowly eased his cock from the grasp of her body. She could tell he was as stunned as she was by the whole thing. Maybe blindsided was a better word.
“Be right back.” He kissed her lightly as he rolled to his feet.
She watched him walk toward her bathroom, the muscles of his very fine ass flexing as he moved, and thought to herself,
What just happened here?
She felt as if she’d been steamrollered. She certainly hadn’t seen it coming. Oh, there’s been that little pop and sizzle between them from the day he’d shown up telling her she was his last chance.
But still.
She could always blame it on the two bottles of beer, but what would he use as an excuse? She almost didn’t want him to come back from disposing of the condom. Maybe she could close her eyes and he would make a quiet exit. Not have to fumble for words.
But in another moment, that idea was out the window. Cade walked back into the room, his lips curved in a crooked smile, and as casually as if he belonged there, dropped carefully down on the mattress next to her. His kiss was sweet rather than sensual, and she wasn’t sure she knew how to decipher the warm look in his eyes.
I’ll give him an out.
“Listen,” she began, running her tongue over her lower lip.
“Whatever you’re going to say, forget it.” He brushed her damp hair back from her forehead. “That was incredible. I’m not sure how we got here, and I sure don’t want to fuck this gig up. But, Georgie, I think if we’re real careful we might have something here.”
She tried again. “I don’t want you to think—”
He touched the tip of a finger to her lips. “What? That you’re easy? A slut? Any of those things?” He shook his head. “Georgie, I’ve had women like that. Far too many. And I can tell you’re nothing like them. I’m afraid you’ll wake up tomorrow and decide you’d better kick my rotten ass out of here.”
She smiled up at him. “Not a chance. I just—” She chewed her lip. “You’re just getting your act together. I’m trying to find my feet.”
“And we’ll help each other.” His face sobered. “Please, Georgie. I can’t believe someone like you, as good and clean as you, wants anything to do with me. Let’s see where it goes, okay?”
She allowed herself to relax. “Okay. One day at a time.”
“You know if those women find out, they’ll give you ten kinds of shit. For that matter, so will just about anyone in the county.”
“That’s their problem,” she assured him. “Meanwhile, let’s keep our own little secret and not let them intrude.”
Unless someone shows up here and sees it written all over our faces.
“Okay. Meanwhile, I’m going to get you something to sleep in and get some fresh ice for that foot. And a couple of Tylenol.” He smiled at her. “And I’ll be here all night taking care of you.”
As she closed her eyes, all she could think was,
Please, let this be real. I’m due for some good luck. And so is he.
Chapter Five
Cade was up before it was even fully light. He leaned on one elbow, staring at a still-sleeping Georgie. With only one or two notable exceptions, the women he’d slept with—no, be honest, Cade—the women he’d fucked—went to bed with a full load of makeup on. The next morning, if he hung around that long, it was a mess on their faces, like a Halloween mask gone bad. This woman, with no makeup at all, outshone every one of them.
She was the first woman he’d ever met who didn’t try to conceal anything with artifice and decorations. She just—was. The light filtering into the room made her skin nearly translucent and outlined the sweep of her thick dark lashes and the fullness of her lips. Lips that had kissed him with such unexpected passion.
The sheet and blanket had slipped down enough for him to see the slope of her shoulders and the curve of her breasts. Remembering the feel of them in his hands, he felt his dick stirring with more than his usual morning woody. Along with the memory of her tight pussy clamped around his dick like a hot, wet vise. Heat rushed through him and he had to force himself to take a deep, calming breath.
Jesus!
He didn’t remember ever having a night like this one. Or a woman. Oh, if he thought about it, maybe Amy had probably come closest to it, but he’d still been too much of a jackass to appreciate what she’d given him. He certainly had never had sex like this, a coming together on the most elemental level. Maybe he’d needed to lose all the bullshit to get to this point. He couldn’t deny the fact that he and Georgie had connected in a way that touched all the places deep inside him. This sudden flood of unfamiliar emotions scared him to death.
So now what? Maybe to her it was just sex. Damn good sex, though. Had he quite literally fucked himself out of his last chance for redemption? Would she wake up with her eyes filled with regret and tell him he needed to move on? Of course, if she did, he had no fucking idea where he’d move on to.
He sure as hell hoped that wasn’t what was going to happen. Last night, he’d felt as if he’d crossed a very high mountain from the crappy Cade Hannigan who treated people like shit to the new one who was developing a new appreciation for life. A life where he could face each day without booze, and without the gaggle of so-called friends he’d always felt the necessity to show off for. He’d come to appreciate the hard work that was sweating out the old person to make room for the new.
He had so many things to atone for, and damn did he ever think he’d use that word in conjunction with himself? Of course, he still had a fucking long way to go, but now he wanted to take that journey with Georgie Zielinski. So many emotions were swirling around inside him. He just hoped last night had meant half as much to her as it had to him.
Don’t rush it, idiot. Find out how she feels first. Something you never took the time to do with other women.
He took a moment to check on her foot. He’d removed the ice when he carried her into the bedroom so she’d been without it since then. But her foot looked a lot better than the day before. There was some discoloration, more redness than anything else. And the swelling had gone down. She’d still have to stay off it for another day or two, an idea he was sure she’d object to. But he planned to insist, and to do his best to take care of her.
While he was staring at her, she slowly opened her eyes.
“Morning, cowboy.” She reached up and touched his cheek, a tentative gesture, and he noticed the uncertainty in her eyes.
He closed his fingers around her hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss it gently.
“Morning to you, beautiful.”
She shook her head. “Hardly beautiful.” She drew in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Cade, listen. About last night.”
Shit, here it comes.
“I-I don’t want you to think I expect anything of you. Or that you’re obligated to, I don’t know, to whatever. I mean, I understand if—”
“Georgie.” He licked the tips of her fingers. “Last night was incredible. For me anyway. I’m hoping it was for you too. If I crossed a line, you have to let me know, but otherwise I have to say it was probably the best night of my life. And I want more. I just don’t want to presume.”
“I—” She stopped, wet her lips. “I don’t want to presume either. I’m not sure what this is all about or where it’s leading. I have no expectations and I’m not sure what I even have to give anyone. Except this.”
He pushed back the feeling of unease.
“I’m not asking for anything, Georgie.” He kissed her forehead. “And God knows, I’m far from the biggest prize in the world.”
She smiled at him. “That’s the old Cade. This is the new one.”
“The start of a new one,” he corrected.
“I think we both have a lot of baggage, so let’s take it one step at a time, okay? See where it goes? For now, let’s just plan on enjoying each other.”
“I need to remind you that your brand new friends will give you shit about this.”
A distant look came into her eyes. “People giving me shit is nothing new. I can handle this. And if not, then maybe we weren’t meant to be friends.”
“Georgie, I—”
“No. I meant what I said. Slow and steady, one day at a time.”
He leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers. “Okay. So how about we get up and start our day?”
That in itself led to some problems. He insisted on helping her into the bathroom, his hands steady on her as she hopped on her uninjured foot. But she insisted she could take care of everything herself.
“I promise I won’t break my neck. Go make some coffee. And I got fresh muffins at the bakery day before yesterday.”
He was nervous about leaving her alone, but she’d managed her life just fine before he’d come into it, dealing with all kinds of problems. She was a strong woman, smart enough not to do anything to injure herself more. Yanking on his clothes, he hurried into the kitchen to start the coffee. Then he raced out of the house and upstairs in the barn to what was the fastest shower and teeth brushing in the world. His clean T-shirt clung to his still slightly damp body as he ran back into the house.