need lanced through him.
“Do you want me to lick you, sunshine?”
Her breath caught. “God, yes. I’d make a deal with the devil himself if that’s what it took.”
Cody couldn’t help but chuckle. She amused him even when he didn’t expect it.
“No deal with the devil. But Miranda, if you change your mind about the rest of this after you come, I’m going to cross you off my Christmas card list forever.”
It was her turn to laugh. “You don’t have a Christmas card list, cowboy. You’re a manly man, and your kind doesn’t send cards.”
“Damn, you got me there—but honey,” he said, his tone serious, “if you don’t want to do this, tell me. I’ll stop.”
She reached down and threaded a hand into his hair. Something about her touch sent a shiver down his spine. A good shiver.
“You need to stop talking and start licking, big boy. And then, once I’ve recovered from what is sure to be an awesome orgasm, I’ll return the favor. Promise.”
13
H er heart was in her throat. Her pussy ached. Her stomach churned. She needed him to touch her, and she was afraid he wouldn’t. Afraid he’d have an attack of nobility or something that would make him insist she didn’t really want this and he wasn’t going to take advantage.
Really, men could be so silly sometimes. She held her breath, waiting. And then his fingers glided against her again, and she hissed as his thumb skated over her clitoris. The aftershocks sizzled through her like a flash fire.
“You’re so wet for me, Miranda. I love it.”
Before she could reply, he spread her with his thumbs and touched his tongue to her clit. She saw stars. Her hands automatically went to his head, her fingers shoving into his hair.
He hummed a laugh, and the stars intensified. It wasn’t going to take long at this rate, which both excited and disappointed her at the same time. Hell yes, she wanted to come.
But not so fast. She wanted this incredible feeling of excitement and tension to last longer than five seconds.
It wasn’t in the cards. He sucked her clit into his mouth the way he had her nipples—and she exploded. He tugged on her gently but firmly, and the stars behind her eyes went completely white.
She rose off the bed, arching into him, shoving her hips into his face as she sought every drop of pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking, didn’t stop making her come. It lasted far longer than she’d thought it would, her limbs dissolving into nothingness, her blood pounding in her veins, her skin on fire with heat, her voice a raw sound in her throat as she cried out.
And then he was kissing his way up her belly, stopping to shower attention on her nipples again before finding his way to her mouth and taking it in a hot, wet kiss. She tasted herself, but she didn’t mind. Her body floated in a sea of satisfaction—and yet she sensed there was more pleasure to come if she had the strength for it.
“My turn,” she said when he finally broke the kiss.
“Nah, baby, not this time,” he murmured, licking the skin of her throat. “I want to be inside you.”
She wanted it too.
“Got to get a condom,” he said, rolling away from her and reaching for something. His bag on the floor. A moment later he was back, shorts gone and a foil packet in his hand.
“Let me.” She took it from him and ripped it open with surprisingly shaky fingers. What the hell?
He lay back to give her access. She wrapped her hand around him, her gut clenching. Oh my… he was so solid. So big and hard. She rolled the condom down as far as she could, and then she let him go. He didn’t move or speak, and neither did she.
Then he reached out and ran the back of his hand against her cheek. “You sure about this, Miranda Jane?”
Her pulse skittered. Her belly tightened. She put a hand on his wrist and ran it up his arm. “I want you, Cody. That hasn’t changed in the past few minutes.”
“That’s good to hear, baby, because I’m aching for you something
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