“Please don’t. Not just yet.”
She let go of his hair and found her way back inside his shirt.
He grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his lips, tasting them one by one. She’d never known that the tips of her fingers were erogenous zones until he licked each one like he was eating an ice cream cone on a hot summer afternoon. If it meant living forever if he stopped or dying if he kept on, she would have still wanted him to keep touching her.
He’d stopped abruptly and the message was loud and clear. He was gentleman enough to stop right there and make cookies the rest of the morning.
Flirting was done. It was her call.
The choice came down to two options. It was either mount up and ride or else put the horse back into the pasture and never saddle him up again.
The phone didn’t ring. April didn’t knock on the door. God wasn’t going to interfere. It was totally up to Sage, and she didn’t have cold feet. She wanted more.
His heart matched hers for speed, and one thumb made slow lazy circles against her cheekbone while the other one did the same on the soft skin on her wrist. Lord, where did all those sex zones come from anyway? Or was it just Creed? He could probably kiss the callused soles of her feet and send her into a tailspin.
She could feel his erection pushing against his jeans and into her belly. The heat of it would leave something akin to sunburn right above her bikini panties, even though two layers of denim.
“My heart is racing,” he said.
“I can feel it. It’s keeping time with mine.”
Creed tucked her hair behind her ears and cupped her face in both of his hands. His lips found hers in a passionate kiss that had a voice. It promised that he wouldn’t leave her. That the Rockin’ C really was his home.
That’s what she wanted to believe.
Sage wrapped her long legs firmly around his waist. Without breaking the kisses, he carried her across the living room floor and started down the hall toward his bedroom.
“Oh, no!”
“What?”
“Not in there. She would haunt me. Let’s go to my bedroom.”
He grinned and her heart pumped harder. He eased the door open with his toe and laid her on the unmade bed. He stretched out beside her, one arm around her tightly, the other one cupping her neck for better leverage.
Without breaking the kisses, she removed her shirt and bra and tossed them onto the floor and then closed the space between them, pressing tightly against his chest. She reached a hand between them to undo his belt and unzip his jeans.
He gasped when she wrapped a hand around his erection.
“Soft as silk and hard as steel,” she whispered close enough to his ear that she could nibble on it.
“My God, Sage.”
“Looks like you are ready,” she said. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she affected him the same way he did her.
“Ready as hell.” He unfastened her jeans and tugged them away from her hips.
“Take them all the way off,” she whispered.
She’d never in her life had sex in the house before. Would lightning flash through the roof and strike her dead?
He propped up on an elbow. “Sage, this is it. If you are going to say no then do it right now and we’ll walk away from this bedroom. Because if you are completely naked in this bed with me, I won’t be able to control a damn thing.”
She didn’t even hesitate. “I can get mine off in thirty seconds. What about you?”
“Darlin’, if you aren’t going to say no, I can shuck out of these jeans in ten seconds.”
She jumped out of bed and removed her jeans leaving only a pair of red silk bikinis, which soon joined the shirt in the corner. “Ten, nine, eight,” she counted.
All of his clothing was lying in a pile on the floor and he’d pulled the covers up over them when she reached the final number. His hands were both tender and demanding. His hands and mouth searched out her body for new territory to build the fire hotter and hotter until she couldn’t bear another minute.
She’d touched, tasted, and returned his moves until she could feel the aching desire in both of them. She arched high against him and wrapped her legs tightly around his body as he pushed inside her. She wanted him worse than she’d ever wanted anything in her life. She rocked with him, his mouth on hers, his tongue making love to her mouth and his hands gliding over her sides and down her thighs at the same time.
“You like this?” he asked.
“Yes, sir! Please don’t stop.”
“I couldn’t if I wanted to,” he said.
There were no words to describe what she felt. A taste of heaven wouldn’t come close. She wanted to last all day, but her body screamed for release. He took her as high as possible without giving her the ultimate satisfaction, then slowed his rhythm to let her cool slightly before he increased the speed once again. Finally, she was so frenzied she could take no more. She had to have the whole thing or her ribs were going to crack from her heart’s fast pace.
“Please,” she said.
“Right now?”
She nodded.
He increased the rhythm.
“Oh. My. Sweet. Lord.” She could force out one word at a time and panted hard between them.
She might not be a virgin, but she was damn sure in virgin territory because the minute he gave a hard thrust and settled his face into her neck, she realized that this was a whole new game. Her brain was totally numb. Her body was totally satisfied. Her hormones purred like a kitten. Her skin finally felt cool.
He shifted to one side and drew her close, pulled the covers that had gotten kicked away up over them, and kissed her on the forehead.
Was that it? Would he turn over and
