COWGIRL UP AND RIDE

Cord hadn’t known what’d happen tonight. Hadn’t been entirely sure she’d even be here. He hadn’t expected AJ to ask him to teach her about sex and he sure as hell hadn’t expected her to be a virgin.

A virgin.

Sweet baby Jesus. Had he ever been with a virgin?

Not that he recalled.

So why was he considering bedding the virginal AJ? She knew nothing about taking and giving pleasure. In truth, who was he to talk? Cord hadn’t been in a steady sexual relationship since his ex-wife left him. Sure, in the last couple of years he’d slaked his lust on rare occasions, but did that qualify him to teach her?

Hell yes. Actually, it offered the perfect chance to prove to AJ (and himself) that screaming-raw-hot sex owed nothing to love—just to lust and opportunity, both of which’d been sadly lacking in his life lately. With Ky gone for the next few weeks…and AJ home temporarily…it was a win/win situation for them both.

Plus, being the first man to stroke that baby soft skin everywhere, to fuck that tight pussy with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. Those possibilities stirred primitive instincts he’d never believed he owned.

Cord heard bootsteps to his left. He watched AJ’s approach with open appreciation. Damn. Her ample breasts swayed provocatively. Every roll of her slender hips sent the miniscule white skirt brushing across the tops of her thighs. Would she move that sinuously under him? On top of him? On her knees before him?

“I thought you might’ve changed your mind,” he said softly.

“Not at all. It’s just…” Her gaze flicked from him, to the cab of his pickup, to the tailgate and back to him. “Where are we doing this?”

“Baby doll, I ain’t gonna throw you up against my truck and fuck you senseless for your first time.” He grinned. “But that don’t mean it ain’t a future possibility.”

AJ stared at him with those beautiful big silvery eyes.

“C’mere. Can’t touch you when you’re standin’ so far away.”

Cord offered his hand and walked backward until they were hidden in the space where the cab of his truck ended and the truck bed of his diesel pickup started. He curled his hands around her face, bringing her lush mouth to his.

She started to twine her arms around his neck. Cord growled, “Keep those hands by your side ’til I say otherwise.”

“Okay.”

He brushed his lips back and forth over the curved warmth of hers, then kissed a path to the tempting mole. A couple of light tongue flicks and he returned to her succulent mouth.

AJ’s breathing was erratic. She’d licked her lips, leaving them moist and slightly parted. Cord darted his tongue inside, groaning at the sweet taste of mint and AJ. He angled her head, nibbling, licking, coaxing her tongue to play with his. She let him do whatever he wanted, but she wasn’t the eager participant he’d anticipated. “You gonna kiss me back, AJ?”

Her eyes were a stormy gray. “Not if you don’t let me use my hands.”

“Fine. You can use—”

Then her hands were gripping his hair and she smashed her mouth to his.

No gentle exploratory kiss; she thrust her tongue in and devoured him. Tasting, sucking, God, biting, taking him to a whole new level of need with her hunger. AJ held nothing back, she kept kissing him harder, urging his mouth open wider, feeding him long, deep, wet kisses, touching his face, tugging his hair when he attempted to move away, stoking the fire higher until he was afraid he’d combust in his Wranglers.

Cord ripped his mouth free. “To think I was crazy about your mouth before I knew you could use your mouth like this.”

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