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He lowered his chin and licked straight up her slit.
AJ made a strangled moan.
Cord licked her again. And again. His fingers spread her open and he burrowed his tongue deep, tasting her from the inside out. He used the very tip to trace every delectable crease and hidden fold. He suckled her lips, intentionally avoiding her clit. Then he circled kisses from the top of her pubis down and back up.
She whimpered and bumped her pelvis closer to his face.
He grinned even when his c**k was so hard it hurt.
Cord savored her sweet essence, prolonging her pleasure until thick cream poured from her sex.
“Oh God, please, Cord.”
“Do you like this?”
“Yes! I never thought…”
“Never thought what?”
“That anything could feel this good.”
“Mmm. And I’m not even to the good part yet.” The vibration made her gasp. So he did it again. Then Cord placed his mouth on her clit and sucked.
AJ nearly shot off the couch.
He alternated little whips of his hot tongue across that inflamed pearl with deep rhythmic sucking. It didn’t take long before AJ arched; he gripped her hips as her orgasm exploded in his mouth.
She screamed. And thrashed and tried to get away even as she tried to get closer.
He didn’t release her until the very last pulse.
With his mouth still connected to her throbbing sex, he looked up and saw her gazing at him. Not with embarrassment, but with awe. With hunger.
“Cord.”
The hoarse, needy way she’d whispered his name sent every last bit of blood to his dick.
He gave her clit one last hard suck before he pushed back and stood. “In my bed, AJ.
Now.”
Cord clasped her hand and led her upstairs.
AJ’s whole body shook. With need. With surprise. With fear.
The sun was setting, softening the light filtering through the blinds to a hazy purply pink. The king-sized, four-poster bed was the centerpiece in Cord’s masculine bedroom—the only room he’d redecorated after his wife had left. A heavy mahogany nightstand with a stained-glass lamp on top was shoved in one corner, a matching bureau took up the largest wall and an antique wooden rocking chair was in front of the bay window.
She leaned against the doorjamb to the master bath and watched Cord toeing off his Tony Lamas. He folded the comforter to the end of the bed, exposing plain white cotton sheets.
Cord faced her as he unbuttoned his crisply ironed navy blue shirt.
“Should I be doing that?” she asked.
“Next time. If you put your hands on me anywhere right now, I guarantee I’ll be on you and in you before you can blink.”
“Sounds good to me.”
He growled and tossed his shirt on the dresser.
AJ stared at his chest. Man. Talk about perfect. She wanted to sink her teeth into his hard pecs. Lick his bulging biceps. Suck the flat disks and see how fast his ni**les hardened. Trace the ridged lines of his ripped abdomen with her tongue. Follow that intriguing trail of dark hair from his belly button down…way down to see exactly where the hair ended. She bit her lip as he lowered the zipper on his jeans.
“AJ, I’m warnin’ you.”
“What?”
“Stop lookin’ at me like you wanna eat me alive.”
“If you didn’t want me to look, Cord, you shouldn’t look so damn good.”
That slow, sexy grin appeared. “Like what you see?”
“I’ve always liked it . ” Even when I was a little girl and I didn’t know why I liked it so much.
His jeans hit the floor and he was buck-ass naked.
Her gaze zeroed in on his groin and her heart rate quadrupled. “Umm. Wow. Did it grow? Because it looks bigger.”
“Kissin’ your red-hot love flower made this stem grow big and hard just for you, baby doll.”
AJ managed to meet his eyes. “Love flower?”
“Thought maybe you wanted some kinda sweet-talkin’ love words first.”
“Is that the next step? Because I thought we’d just get naked and you’d put your stem—”
Cord’s mouth cut off additional comment. He fiddled with her rhinestone belt and her skirt thudded on the floor. He released her mouth long enough to say, “Lift,” and yanked her T-shirt over her head. Snap. Her bra opened and he slid it off her arms. He walked her to the bed until the backs of her knees hit the mattress.
His hands kneaded her br**sts and then his hot mouth enclosed her nipple.
AJ let out a squeak.
“I wanna f**k you fast and get this first time out of the way so I can f**k you slow next time. Then fast the time after that. Then slow. I want to f**k you so many times in so many ways that you won’t be able to sit on a horse for a goddamn week, AJ.”
Liquid heat pooled between her thighs, her pulse pounded and every part of her that wasn’t touching him ached to be touching him. “Cord—”
“Get on the bed. In the middle.”
She scooted back on her elbows until her neck brushed the pillows. The cotton sheets were cool beneath her feverish skin.
Cord stood at the foot of the bed, stroking himself, eyeing her like she was the lottery, a gourmet meal, a prize-winning Thoroughbred—and he held a winning ticket to all three.
As he stared at her, she wanted to tell him to hurry up; she wanted to tell him she was scared and to go slow. When he crawled across the mattress, stalking her with his big body and smoldering eyes, she knew she’d made the right decision waiting for this man to introduce her to the carnal delights of sex.
He put his callused hands on the inside of her thighs and pushed them open.
The tips of her ni**les tightened when Cord lowered his head and licked a path from her clit up to her mouth. Even his kiss tasted darker. As he nibbled on her lips, she heard a click and then his fingers were pushing a cold, sticky substance inside her.
She gasped softly.
“Just lubrication. You’re wet, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Ready?”
She nodded, hoping he attributed her racing heart and shaking limbs to excitement and not fear.
Cord levered himself over her and reached between them. He circled the blunt tip around her opening and then started to push his c**k in.
And in.
And in.
And it still wasn’t in. And what was in—hurt.
His hot breath teased her ear. “AJ, don’t tense up.”
“I’m not. I told you it wouldn’t fit.”
Cord half-laughed/half-groaned. His lips feathered across her jaw to her mouth. He began to kiss her in that bone-melting way of his.
