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Gone Country (Rough Riders #14) Page 92
Author: Lorelei James

“He didn’t tell you his plans?”

“No. I’m just the money man.”

Her eyes were glued to Gavin’s nimble fingers as he unknotted his tie. When the ends hung beside the lapels, he flicked open the top two buttons on his pristine white dress shirt.

She said, “Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop undressing. I’ll do that.” Rielle ambled toward him. Wrapping the ends of his tie around her fingers, she drew his mouth to hers for a teasing kiss. Licking at his parted lips. Keeping her mouth a whisper away, she began to leisurely unbutton his shirt. “I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon. How hot and sexy you are. How every time you touch me I lose myself in you.”

“And that’s a bad thing?” he asked softly.

“Yes, when I’m content letting you have your wicked way with me and I forget turnabout is fair play.” Rielle’s hands were greedy on his bared chest. “I want you. Just like this. Looking professional and a little tight-assed in this snappy suit. But I want you my way. Do you have a problem with that?”

“Ah. No.”

She placed a kiss on his sternum. “Put your hands on the counter behind you and don’t move.” She tugged the tie from around his neck, watching it slither free. Holding the body-warmed silk up to her nose, she inhaled. “I love your scent. Cologne and man.”

Gavin’s eyes were a stormy blue as she snapped the tie between her hands.

She reached up and draped the silky fabric across his eyes and fashioned a knot at the back of his head. Wouldn’t be light tight, but it’d work for her purposes.

“Ree. What are you—”

“This is my show, remember?”

“How can I see the show with my damn eyes covered?”

Laughing, she kissed his pouting lips. “Poor baby. You’ll just have to focus on your other four senses, won’t you? Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

His mouth opened. Then he closed it without a word.

She couldn’t stop the smug smile as she heated the squeeze jar in the microwave and tested the temp. Using a feather-light touch, she traced the bottom edge of the tie stretched across his eyes. Then her finger moved to outline his lips. “I love this mouth. The things it can do to me…”

Gavin didn’t lodge a protest as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his suit pants and dragged them and his boxers to his ankles.

“Oh, I forgot to mention I’ll pay for dry cleaning.”

“Dry cleaning?” he repeated hoarsely.

“Yep. This is gonna get a little messy.” Rielle squeezed the bottle, releasing two thick rivulets of warm honey on his chest.

He hissed.

She dug her nails into his hard pectorals as her tongue lapped from the bottom of his ribcage up. She used her teeth to scrape up every bit of sticky goodness on the second stream of honey. Once she’d licked him clean, she reached for the bottle and squirted a dollop above his left nipple, watching as it slowly slid down and coated the dark disk. She attacked, sucking, rubbing the tip of her tongue over the hardened nub. Over and over.

“Goddamn.”

Rielle directed the next river of honey down the center of his body. She didn’t begin lapping until the stream teased the top of his belly button.

Gavin arched into her with a deep groan.

Drizzling honey all over him had become more than a sexy game. She gloried in eating every amber-colored drop, sometimes ferociously, sometimes delicately, his masculine textures a feast for her senses. While her tongue happily zigzagged here and there, looking for spots of forgotten honey, her hands became stickier. But she couldn’t stop from touching his sides, his ribs, his hips, his abdomen.

And Gavin made these f**king hot little noises, deep, almost growling whimpers.

Then Rielle dropped to her knees.

“Oh, f**k no.”

“Oh, f**k yes,” she said before her mouth engulfed every inch of his rigid cock. She withdrew slowly and blew a stream of air across the wetness.

Gavin’s whole body jerked.

She chuckled and dropped a glob of honey on the sweet spot where his shaft flared into the wide head of his cock. Sucking the sweetness until the only flavor that remained was his.

Her hands were too sticky to use on his cock, so after drawing a line of honey on the underside of his shaft from tip to root, she fluttered her tongue down to his balls. And back up. She brought that long, hard honey stick into her mouth and opened her throat. Gripping his thighs, she shuttled his c**k in and out of her mouth exactly how he liked it.

Gavin’s legs started to shake and he pumped his pelvis into her face.

Rielle closed her eyes. Blowing him always made her body throb with want and her pu**y slick with readiness. Even her skin seemed stretched too tight.

“Ree.”

She kept on plunging his dick in and out.

“Stop. Please.”

No way. This was her show. Her prize.

“Rielle, stop. It feels so goddamned good but I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

We’ll see about that. She wanted a full taste of him mixed with the honey sliding down her throat.

Then his hands were on her face, stopping the movement of her head and pulling his dick free from her mouth. She looked up and saw he’d ditched the blindfold too. “Not happy that you’re trying to steal my moment, tycoon.”

Gavin answering smile was decidedly…animalistic. “Your moment is over. Now it’s my turn.”

If he put his hands on her anywhere she’d come undone. She couldn’t make this easy on him.

“You want your turn?” Rielle rolled to her feet. “You’ll have to take it.” She ran out the swinging door.

She was feeling pretty smug, because she’d basically hobbled him with his pants and underwear, when two steel bands clamped around her upper body, immobilizing her. She screamed. Her heart slammed into her throat.

“Don’t dare me,” he breathed in her ear, “because I always take it. And I always win.” His mouth latched onto the curve of her throat in that knee-weakening spot and her traitorous legs buckled.

He laughed.

Then he spun her around and ripped her blouse open, jerking it down her arms and to the floor. “I’ll pay the sewing bill.” He peeled off her camisole and he pressed his sticky chest to hers, ravishing her with a kiss packed with raw passion, completely erasing her will to do anything but surrender.

Using his mind-controlling kiss, he herded her backward until her butt connected with the couch.

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