He swallowed. “Can you—”
“Like this?” Her voice was low and sultry as she carefully let go of his shoulder, cradled her breast and leaned forward.
“Yes, ma’am.” With a sigh of gratitude, he took what she offered, closing his lips over the pebbled tip and drawing it in, rolling it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
She dragged in a breath. “More.”
Hollowing his cheeks, he sucked gently as tension built behind his fly.
Her thigh muscles tightened. “Mm…feels…nice.” Her breath hitched. ”Please keep…doing that.”
Judging from her rapid breathing, he might be able to make her come. Wild. That hadn’t been his goal, but it was, now. Heart pounding, he sucked harder. She moaned, pushing the damp seam of her jeans against his abs. He pushed back as he rhythmically squeezed her firm little bottom.
His cock swelled, wanting in on the action. His boys ached in protest.
“Can’t… believe this.” She gulped for air. “I’ve never…CJ…I’m…this is…crazy.” And she came, muting her cries as she trembled in the grip of her climax.
He damn near joined her. Fighting the urge, he reestablished control. Slowly releasing her breast, he kissed her damp skin as she gulped for air.
He’d loved this barn from day one. Never brought a lady friend here, though. Tonight it was the right choice. Great place to fool around, distract Izzy from her worries… and maybe coax her to fall for a cowboy.
Chapter Eighteen
CJ supported Isabel’s weight as if holding her was no big deal, but he had to be getting tired. She finally had enough breath to speak without gasping. “That was awesome. You can put me down, though.”
“Was it amazing?”
“Sure was.” She dragged in more air. “Please put me down.”
“I don’t wanna.”
“Your arms must be ready to fall off.”
“Nah. I trained for this.”
“For tack-room sex?”
“For whenever weight-lifting is required. Turned out it came in handy tonight. Since I can bench-press two-fifty, I—”
“Hey, I don’t weigh that much!”
“Agreed. That’s why I can easily hold your feather-light self for hours, but since we need a change of position for the next round—”
“Next round? Here?”
“Yes, ma’am. Afraid I can’t wait until we get back to the cabin.”
That comment made her shiver with anticipation. Nothing like a desperate CJ to fire her up.
“Izzy? You cold?”
“No. Excited.”
“I like hearing that. Let me find you a nice spot.” He carried her over to one of the sawhorses and perched her sideways on a saddle.
She grabbed the saddle horn and the curved back part…the…oh, yeah. Pommel. “Whose is this?”
“Basically mine.” He dropped to his knees in front of her. “It fits Sundance and he’s the horse I ride most of the time.” He untied her gym shoes and took them off, along with her socks.
A simple gesture. Yet the care he took was typical CJ. “I could’ve taken off—”
“I wanted to. I like undressing you. Gives me an excuse to touch you.” He held her foot in both hands and stroked the sole with his thumbs.
“Mm.”
“Like that?”
“I like it all. You have great hands.”
Leaning down, he ran his tongue between her toes. “Think I could make you come playing with your feet?”
The suggestion sent a ripple through her core. “I…maybe. Pregnancy seems to have turned my whole body into an erogenous zone.”
“Can’t wait to test that theory.” He stood. “Let’s get you out of those jeans.”
“I’ll stand up.” She started to slide off the saddle.
He stopped her mid-slide his hands spanning her waist. “Not letting your bare tootsies touch this dusty floor.”
“Then hold me right here.” While he kept her in mid-air, she unfastened her jeans and shoved them, along with her panties, over her hips.
“Perfect.” He lowered her back to the saddle.
The smooth leather under her bare bottom was sensual as hell. His commonplace suggestion of let’s take a walk had turned into an erotic adventure.
He tugged off her jeans and panties and left to put them…somewhere. Shadows obscured most of the room’s details. Shedding inhibitions was easy in a dark room filled by the scent of oiled leather and an aroused CJ.
The rustle of denim, a boot heel hitting the wooden floor and then another told her he was taking off the rest of his clothes. The rasp of a zipper was followed by a quickly stifled groan.
“Are you in pain?”
“Worth it.” A floorboard creaked as he returned to her. “Worth every aching second to discover another way to make you come.” His indistinct form became more defined as he drew closer.
Oh, yes, his manly bits were amazing. Heat sluiced through her. No wonder he’d given her a child. Virility like his would not be denied.
“Never tried this before.” His breath hitched. “Guess you inspire me, Izzy. Grab hold of that saddle.” He stepped between her knees and cradled her hips in his large hands. His cock easily found its way to the entrance of her snug channel. “Stop me if something…if it doesn’t feel right.”
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as the intense friction set off tiny explosions, early storm warnings of the tempest that would soon sweep her away. The sensation of being filled stole her breath. “Feels…great.”
He eased forward. “I want to be careful. Careful of our baby.”
“She’s fine.”
He paused. “She?”
Had she said that? “Oh. I—”
“We’re having a little girl?” Wonder laced his words. “I thought you didn’t—”
“It’s only a feeling.”
“That counts.” His breathing roughened as he tightened his hold and sank all the way in. He muttered in frustration. “Hold still. Very still.”
Gripping the saddle, she worked to calm her eager body. The first spasm arrived, anyway.
His breath hissed through his clenched teeth.
“Sorry. Can’t help it.”
“Me, either. So good.” He gasped again. “Hang on.” He drew back and thrust home. “Next time…we’ll take longer…make it last…”
She gulped. “Just love me.”
“Yes…ma’am…” He held her steady and stroked faster.
Her core tightened. “Now, CJ…now.” Her world exploded. Somehow she kept from yelling
