She was so damn bossy, it made her even hotter. He swept her into his arms and laid her on the blankets, taking off her boots and stripping her naked. He made quick work of ridding himself of his boots and clothes and came down over her.
“You drive me crazy.” He reclaimed her luscious mouth, his hard length brushing against her wetness. Her legs circled his waist, making him ache to be inside her. But he had plans for her big night, and after a year of wanting her, he was going to give her an unforgettable night.
It nearly killed him to delay gratification, but he broke their kiss, meeting her confused, and fucking hot, gaze. “We haven’t even begun celebrating yet, darlin’.”
He grabbed the open bottle of champagne and tipped it up to his lips, holding the champagne in his mouth as he set the bottle down, then took her in a long, passionate kiss. The sweetness of the champagne mixed with the fierce and delicious taste of her sent lust spiking through him. He wanted to kiss her all damn night, but he was too hungry for more of her. He rose onto his knees, and holy hell, she was stunning. Her dark hair fanned out around her face, her glistening lips were pink from the force of their kisses, and the desire in her eyes showed as much greed as he felt.
“Open your mouth,” he said roughly.
Her eyes flamed, the trust in them overwhelming, as her lips parted. “Sweet Jesus. You’re so damn sexy.” He lifted the champagne bottle and poured a slow stream into her mouth. She lapped at it, and he moved the bottle lower, pouring champagne down her chest and over her breasts.
“Ohmygod,” she panted out as he set the bottle down.
“I have been dying to do body shots off you ever since you mentioned it in Colorado.”
As he lowered his lips toward hers, she whispered, “You have?”
“Every damn minute of the day.” He slicked his tongue along her lips. “Delicious.”
He followed the path of liquid down her chest with his mouth, tasting, sucking, licking. She rocked and writhed, moaning as he sucked her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Her eyes closed, and he lavished her other breast with the same attention. “Open your eyes, darlin’. I want to see how much you enjoy this.”
She watched as he poured champagne along the gentle swell of her stomach, in her belly button, and down to the apex of her sex. The cool liquid dripped between her legs, and she sucked in air through clenched teeth, fisting her hands in the blanket. He set the bottle down, his mouth watering for his first real taste of her. He lowered his mouth to her stomach, licking the champagne dripping down her sides, earning needy whimpers. He palmed her breasts, squeezing her nipples as he licked in and around her belly button.
“Nick, I can’t take it.”
His eyes held hers. “Trust me, darlin’, you’re going to take it hard and fast, and torturously slow. I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t be able to think of me without needing to come.”
Her eyes widened, and just as quickly they narrowed, and she said, “Prove it.”
He knew she meant it as a challenge, but it came out breathy and pleading, and so damn needy, it nearly did him in. “Hold on tight, darlin’. I’m in the mood for a feast.”
He spread his hands on her thighs, pinning them down as he slicked his tongue along the very heart of her, earning a low, sexy moan. Her essence mixed with the champagne, as sweet as sugar and as rich as honey. He teased her with his tongue, making her squirm and moan, her every sound heightening his arousal. He used his mouth on the bundle of nerves where she needed it most, and she bowed off the blankets, her thighs flexing. He sealed his mouth over her sex, fucking her with his tongue and using his fingers on those sensitive nerves, taking her to the brink of release. Her body trembled and shook.
“Come for me,” fell demandingly from his lips as he quickened his efforts.
She spiraled over the edge, arching and writhing, crying out his name. He stayed with her, taking everything she had to give, and when she finally came down from the peak, he sent her soaring again. Her hungry sounds were music to his ears. He gripped the base of his cock to stave off his own release and stayed with her, licking and sucking, until she collapsed to the blanket, panting and limp. Only then did he kiss his way up her body, tasting the lingering sweetness of the champagne. His heart hammered against his ribs as her eyes fluttered open, and he laced their fingers together, pinning them beside her head.
She craned up as he lowered his lips to hers, meeting him in a hungry, passionate kiss as their bodies came together. Like an addict getting his next hit, a sense of euphoria overcame him, chased by a surge of desire that sent his hips pumping. He’d been wrong when he’d thought he’d felt nothing before her. He felt so damn much with Trixie, he realized he had felt something before.
He’d felt empty.
That realization had him holding her tighter, moving more fervently. She met his urgent, greedy pace. He’d meant what he’d said about satisfying her, and he spent the rest of the night proving it.
Chapter Thirteen
TRIXIE SAT IN the grass in the shade of the barn Wednesday afternoon between the corral where Annabelle and Alfie were playing and the ring where Nick was trick riding, trying to focus on work. She’d been trying to focus all day, but every time she thought about Nick, her body vibrated with sexual energy, which had made her run with Travis interesting and helping Nick with the morning chores torturous. She’d spent the last couple of hours making phone calls, going through her budget, and making lists of facilities she wanted to contact once she had her pitch down pat. All of which had taken much longer than it should have because of said cowboy withdrawals. Thank goodness she was keeping things low-key with the horses for a few days while they got used to their new temporary surroundings. She and Nick had walked them around the ranch and groomed them. She’d taken a million pictures and had even coaxed Nick into taking a few with her.
Her phone dinged with a text message from Destiny Peters, Jillian’s friend who Trixie had spoken to earlier about creating a logo and a website for Rising Hope. They’d come up with a great logo concept—a miniature horse with wings and a unicorn horn set against the backdrop of a rising sun. She thumbed out a response to Destiny’s question about color schemes, attached a picture of Annabelle for her to use for the logo mock-up, and sent it off. Then she sent some of the selfies she’d taken with the horses to her family and friends with the caption Meet my babies, Annabelle and Alfie! She sent one to Nick, too, although she’d seen his phone on the kitchen counter when she’d gone in to make lunch. At least he’d have it when he retrieved his phone.
She looked at him riding Lady, and her breath caught. He was a sight to be reckoned with, standing atop the gorgeous horse as she sped around the ring. Nick was in full control as he lowered himself to the saddle, then spun around, sitting backward. His biceps flexed as he swung both legs over one side, his feet purposefully hitting the ground, vaulting him up, and he threw his leg over the horse and sat forward. Trixie had no idea how a man of his size could be so agile, but he performed one trick after another, each more beautiful than the last. Beautiful might be a funny way to think of stunts others called cool or exciting. But Nick Braden doing what he loved was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. He moved seamlessly into a shoulder stand, hanging off the side of the horse upside down, his legs pointing straight up to the sky. From there he returned to the saddle, intently focused as he slid off the side of the horse again, lying parallel to the ground and holding himself up with one strong arm. Lady never slowed down; their trust in each other was explicit. Lady was his perfect partner.