After awhile Cord said, “I’m sorry.”
“Me too. She needs me tonight, so I can’t stay.”
Cord spun her to face him. Then his hands were in her hair and his mouth was hot and demanding on hers. She sank into the kiss, twining her arms around his neck, threading her fingers through his damp hair. He herded her until her spine hit the counter.
“Wait, I have to go—”
“You drove all the way over here to tell me you can’t stay?” He nuzzled the skin below her ear. “You could’ve called. Which leads me to believe you want to stick around.”
“I do. But I can’t.”
“You will stay.”
His low sexy voice reverberated throughout her entire body. “Cord—”
“Thirty minutes.” He tipped her chin up to gaze into her eyes. “You owe me, baby doll. I’ve been thinkin’ all damn day ’bout how bad I want your hands on me. And with the way I feel right now, it’s gonna last thirty seconds.” He kissed the corners of her mouth. “Which still gives us twenty-nine minutes and thirty seconds to mess around.”
“Is that, um, enough time?”
“With you? Not nearly.” He reversed their positions and his back rested against the counter. “You want me to teach you about sex and how to satisfy a man’s needs, right?”
“Right.”
“Undo my pants.”
“Now?”
“Right now.”
Oh wow. Even though she’d been waiting to get her hands on him forever, AJ’s hands shook as she unbuckled his belt. She fumbled with the top button of his jeans.
After several frustrating attempts, she pressed her forehead to his chest, feeling embarrassed, feeling…virginal. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Hey now, you’re doin’ fine.”
She chanced a look at him. God, he was gorgeous. His rugged face defined masculine ferocity—the hard angular edge of his jaw, and his jagged cheekbones. His blue eyes burned indigo with lust. His goatee and mustache was the perfect frame for his perfectly kissable full lips. She wanted him so much. How could she prove it? “Kiss me.”
He pecked her on the forehead. “I plan to spend hours kissin’ you, but I wanna see the look on your face when you see my c**k for the first time.”
Heat flooded AJ’s cheeks.
“Ah, you are so goddamn sweet when you blush like that. It’s sexy as hell.”
Buoyed by his enthusiasm, she reached for the tab on his zipper and tugged it down.
Her palm brushed the firm lump off to the left. She stroked it, amazed she could feel heat through the denim.
Cord sucked in a harsh breath.
AJ wrenched his pants legs until the jeans were down around his knees, leaving him in his navy blue boxer briefs. She grinned. “I expected Superman underwear like Ky’s.”
“The man of steel ain’t got nothin’ on me right now.”
“Sort of looks that way.” She slipped her fingers under the elastic band and stopped.
“Take off your T-shirt first.”
“Why?”
“I wanna see you mostly naked.”
“Remember you said that when my turn comes around.” Cord whipped the navy cotton over his head and chucked it on the floor.
Her eyes bugged out. “No wonder you always wear a shirt. Keeps the bulls from chasin’ after you as well as the lovesick sows. Lord. I could just eat you up.” AJ pressed a kiss above the brown nipple, then rubbed her lips over that smooth, warm flesh, amazed by how fast it puckered.
Rough male hands curled over her cheeks. “Focus, AJ.”
“You saying the only part of you I can touch is your…?”
One dark eyebrow winged up. “My what?”
“Your…you know.”
“Say the word, baby doll. You’re gonna be handlin’ it soon enough.”
“Your cock.” When he pulled his underwear to his knees her eyes bugged out again.
“Whoa.”
Cord didn’t say a word. He just watched her.
AJ ran her finger up the pulsing vein from root to tip. She drew circles on the purplish head and the whole shaft jerked against his flat belly. A bead of clear liquid covered the slit. She wrapped her hand around the girth and squeezed. Hard, not unlike steel, but smooth. And hot. Heat singed her palm, zinging from his c**k right to her core as if an electric current flowed between them. She moved her fist down to the thick base and back to the top.
He hissed.
She looked up at him.
“Jesus. You should see your eyes.”
“Do they look scared? I don’t know how to tell you this, Cord, but I don’t think this is gonna fit in me.”
He laughed softly. “Oh, it’ll fit. It’ll be the perfect fit, trust me.”
AJ released him, letting her fingers lightly trace the length from tip to root. Touching him was making her wet and squirmy. She reached down to feel his balls. “Are they always this hard and tight?”
“Only when I’m about to blow.”
She wanted to see him blow. “Show me how to make you do that.”
“With pleasure.” Cord kissed her first, encouraging her to keep touching him by kissing her harder when she did something he liked. Then he broke his mouth free, reaching along the countertop for a bottle of olive oil and uncapped it. “Hold out your hand.” He dribbled a few drops on her palm. “Saliva is a better lubricant, but this’ll do.”
Another wave of heat blasted her as she imagined tasting him, feeling the velvety skin of that stiff rod sliding between her lips and across her tongue.
“You’re killin’ me. You wanna know what it’ll be like to have my c**k in your mouth, don’t you?”
“Is that bad?”
“Hell no.”
AJ gripped the base of his shaft and stroked up with her whole hand. “Tell me what to do.”
“You’re doin’ it. Go a little faster. Yeah. Like that. Don’t squeeze too hard unless you’re tryin’ to keep me from comin’.”
“Umm. Why would I want to do that?”
“You don’t. Not this time anyway. Keep it a steady pace until I tell you to move faster. Sweep your thumb over the spot below the slit.”
“This spot?” She rubbed back and forth over the spot where the cockhead split into the shaft.
“Baby doll, that feels good.”
What a heady sense of power; her hand could make him whimper. Could make him thrust his hips at her for more. Why, she could probably make this big bad cowboy…beg.