She unfastened his belt, unzipped his jeans, and shoved them low on his waist. His cock was big, hard, and…wow.
“Oh my…” She gasped and ran her fingers along the deeply grooved V of his hips. Though his shirt covered most of him, even in the low light she could still see the tops of his powerful thighs and smooth skin—
“Now look who’s star struck,” he said, with all the cockiness in the world. Which only irritated her. She was not star struck by him! She was just new to this whole passionate, half-naked messing around thing. And she’d prove it!
She grabbed the bottom hem of his white T-shirt, lifted it up, and shoved the bunched cotton in his mouth.
“Will you shut up for a second so I can enjoy this, please?” she said.
Even with the bottom of his own shirt stuffed in his mouth, she saw him smile around the cotton.
At least he was quiet for the moment. And sweet baby Jesus, he was on display. For her.
The hips she’d been touching apparently had been just the beginning of a rocking body. She ran her fingers up his endless abs. She’d had no idea muscles could be so hard. She wove her fingertips along the defined grooves and trailed up to his chiseled chest and small brown nipples. Everything about the man was hard.
He was being a good sport. But he’d tortured her as a teenager, and she had every intention of making him suffer now. She’d take her time with him, go so slow it made him ache. His swollen cock was begging for attention, and she really wanted to give it. But not yet. Nope, Easton Ambrose would have to earn it, at least a little, when it came to her. For all the times he’d annoyed her, poked at her, challenged her, this was her time to poke back.
Besides, he was about the finest specimen of man she’d ever seen. He stood between her spread thighs, jeans tugged down, holding his shirt up with his teeth and smiling at her from beneath the shadow of his Stetson, and she was certain she’d never seen a sexier sight.
But that didn’t mean she had to feed his ego.
“You know, honestly?” She trailed her palms down his abs until her thumbs teased inches from his straining erection. “I don’t see what all the fuss is about.”
He growled at her, and when she ever so gently ran her fingertip along the pulsing head of his cock, she barely saw what happened next.
East’s hat and shirt were gone in one swoop, and his hands were on the backs of her knees, yanking her body into his. Somewhere along the lines he’d torn her panties off because suddenly she felt his skin against hers.
She gasped when velvet steel slid between her folds. Not breaching her, but pressing on her clit so hard, she might have just had a mini orgasm from the single touch.
“Getting mouthy is one thing,” he growled, his lips on hers. “But lying is another.” He ground against her and ran his cock up and down her folds. The crown of him caught the sensitive bundle of nerves in a way that shot electricity through her veins like a bullet.
“Oh God!” she gasped, slapping her hands on his shoulders, looking for anything to hang onto and finding only him.
“I’m sorry,” East said harshly and thrust against her again. “I didn’t hear you, baby.” He tugged hard on the backs of her knees, and he pressed her closer against him. “Did you just call me a god? Because a second ago, I thought you said you couldn’t see what all the fuss was about.” The way his deep voice danced over the shell of her ear just before he bit down made her nails sink in as she clung to him.
“I…I…” She struggled for words. Struggled to keep the upper hand and not give in. But this felt so good. Too good.
“You what?” he asked. “You thinking maybe you like it?”
He slowly slid his cock down…
“Thinking maybe you do want me, and want to tell me how sorry you are for hurting my poor little feelings?”
He slowly slid his cock back up…
She gritted her teeth. He was baiting her. Her body was shaking, already on the verge of exploding with pleasure. But she couldn’t give in.
“Thinking maybe you want more?” He took a taste of her sweetly sticky nipple, then was back at her ear. “Want to tell me how I’m going to make you come and I’m not even inside you yet?”
That did her in. The way he talked to her, a little deep, a little dirty, and a lot hot, had her melting. She wasn’t Little Natalie, wasn’t awkward. She was a woman. A woman he wanted, and he was treating her like she’d never been treated before.
She couldn’t hold back, she was so close. Needed him so much. And there was only one thing she could say.
“Yes.” She threw her hips out to try to run herself along his cock, but instead impaled herself in one motion. “Oh, East!” He was inside her. Deep and fast and hard, and she came instantly.