Stockman’s Stormcloud (Stockmen #3)

Twenty-eight

Where the hell were the condoms? Dex tapped around the clothes they’d thrown around the room, finding his jeans, and pulled the stash from his pockets, with plenty more in the truck if needed.

When he turned to face Sophie, dragging a towel off the chair.

‘What are you doing?’

‘Aren’t you leaving?’

‘Are you kidding me?’ He wasn’t going to stop, not now, showing her the foil packets in his hands. ‘Drop that.’

‘Drop what?’ She raised her little chin, that spark of defiance in her eyes. He liked it when they played games together.

‘Drop the towel.’

‘Make me.’

So he did. With one quick tug, he ripped it out of her hands and flung it over his shoulder, exposing her body. And she was beautiful. ‘You do know I fight for a living?’

Her eyes were filled with fiery lust. It made his stomach harden at how much she wanted him, and at how much he wanted to give her. ‘You belong to me now, Nurse Kitty.’

Her eyes flared at the words, but before she could complain, he pressed her back to the wall in that space between the small table and low cupboard bench, with his lips crushing hers. Cupping her beautiful face while the other hand slid around her back, he pulled her towards him, so close .

He trailed his lips along her ear and she melted into him, her soft yet firm body pressing against his. He whispered, ‘I’m going to take care of you, the way you took care of me, Nurse Kitty.’

Sophie moaned as he kissed her deeper. Harder. Like he wanted to punish her, so desperate for this woman wrecking him from the inside out.

His knuckles skimmed over the tops of her breasts, making her chest heave, and her nipples harden. It only made him want to see more of her reactions. So his eager fingers travelled lower over one breast’s magnificent swell, so soft in his hand. ‘I’m told you’re a good girl. Are you really a good girl?’ He wanted to see what was hidden underneath, what drove that passion.

She nodded, her breath erratic.

He gripped her hair, pulling her beautiful neck back as he followed with his hot mouth over the soft, smooth, slender throat. ‘I can’t hear you, Nurse Kitty?’

‘Yes,’ she breathed.

‘Louder.’

‘YES.’

His ego was getting off on this. He’d never met a woman so needy for him, but a woman who also made him feel so alive.

‘My sweet, sweet Sophie. What am I going to do with you? Hmmm…’ His nose nestled into her neck, that part just below her ear that made her body tremble. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, and she bit on her bottom lip to hold back a groan. It only turned him on even more.

But what surprised him was when her small hands gripped him. His whole body, including his brain, dropped into his groin.

‘Are you going to man up? Or are you going to tease me?’ And there was the bad kitty, with her small hands so warm and soft, strongly stroking his shaft to heaven.

But two could play this game, and he liked playing games with Nurse Kitty, and this playing board was their best one yet. He hoisted her onto the small bench beside them. Licking his fingers, he found the soft space between her legs, and his mouth eagerly found a breast.

Sophie leaned back and groaned, head tilting back, legs spreading around his body, as he suckled on one breast, driving his fingers deep inside her.

‘So soft.’ In that tight space, his fingers flexed, feeling her heat and wetness, preparing her. ‘So hot. So wet…’Breathing heavier, his mouth watered at the sexiest woman he’d ever met.

He could do so much more, yet what little control he had left was slipping fast.

He set to work.

His fingers worked on her soft nub until she squirmed, while his mouth gave attention to her amazing breasts. He lost himself in her body, truly relishing her reactions to his touch.

Her small, soft hands raked through his hair, then ran down his back like claws. She moaned in a way that he felt travel from her chest, as he felt her body shudder against his fingers, until she came over his hand.

‘That’s my sweet, sweet Sophie.’ Damn, she was sweet, but she was also naughty, and he was looking forward to bringing that side of her to the surface.

He brushed the hair free from her face, kissing at the sweat beading on her forehead. Her lips were red and rosy from their kisses, and her eyes held a look that made him want to make her come again. They were bedroom eyes, the kind of eyes that should only be shown to him. It was such an intimate look of unafraid trust in those clear sex-glazed bedroom eyes, he loved that look from his woman.

Now she was ready.

With shaky fingers, he rolled on the condom. ‘You can guide me in.’