My grin widened at his reaction. “No one, silly. I practiced that move on a banana.”
He blinked at me, but I didn’t miss the look of relief that washed over his face. “My God. The woman’s touching herself and giving a banana head,” he said to no one in particular. “Then she has the nerve to call me silly.” He shook his head in disbelief as he glared at me. “Got anything else in your bag of tricks I should know about?”
“Can I show you?”
He considered my question thoroughly before giving me a reluctant nod and lying down once again.
I lowered my head and licked him again. He groaned and the sound came out as an abrupt, one-word warning. “Anna.”
“Just wait,” I told him, wetting his tip with my tongue. “It gets better…well, so I’ve read.” My fingers slid slowly down the long ridge on the underside of him as I took him into my mouth once more and ravished him mercilessly.
“Sweet Jesus, you’re killing me,” he said, putting his hand on the back of my neck.
At first, I thought it was to impede my motion, but quickly realized he was steadying himself by anchoring his hand in my hair. A sense of satisfaction washed over me as he fought for control mostly because I wasn’t nearly done with him. Keeping firm continuous suction, I allowed my fingers to gradually move lower until they reached the sensitive spot between…
“Holy mother of—” He paused to swallow hard, then touched the side of my face. “Anna, you have to…oh God… Stop!”
At his insistence, I pulled back and poked out my bottom lip. “I don’t want to.”
“But I need you to.” He sat up and ran a hand over his distraught face. “I never meant for it to go quite this far. If this continues, I’m not going to be able to keep my hands to myself like I promised.”
I shook my head. “I…I never asked you to keep your hands to yourself. I want you to touch me. I mean, if you want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“We don’t have to—”
I put my finger to his lips. “Shhh.”
He reached up and settled his hand around mine, kissing it, as he gripped my fingers tightly. “Anna, I’m not going to last long after—”
Still sitting beside him, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his to shut him up. When I was sure he wasn’t going to say anything else, I released the hold I had on his lips and backed away. I untied the knot in my robe with trembling fingers, inviting him to touch me, but his hand grasped mine once more.
He stared into my eyes, probably looking for reassurance that this was what I wanted. He must’ve seen whatever he was looking for because he slid the robe from my right shoulder. Cowboy took his time undressing me, kissing every inch he exposed, as small rumblings of pleasure vibrated from my throat. His lips nibbled at the subtle curves of my neck and shoulders as he dropped my robe to the floor.
When my hands shot out to cover my marred skin, Cowboy grasped them and pushed them away. “Uh-uh. If we’re going to do this, then I get all of you. No hiding.” His gaze lowered onto my breasts and then trailed lower to where the large ropey scars covered my hips and thighs. He reached out and touched them, moving his hands over them slowly, as if he were measuring their length. “God, you’re beautiful,” he said, his green eyes darkening with lust.