I blew a piece of hair off my bottom lip. “It takes two if you wanna party.”

He tongued me through the scrap of silk, deepening the kiss as he shoved aside the fabric and slid his thumb across my swollen, wet, and oh so hungry pussy. “You’ll get your turn, darling.” He nudged my knees to spread my legs wider, and being the good girl that I am, I made him room.

“This is so unfair.”

“I never said I play fair, Laney,” he said, and teasingly tugged at the hair surrounding my slick nub.

And then my G-string met its fate around my ankles. No complaining on my part when he flicked a finger across my love button. I threw my head back over the armrest and spread my legs even wider. He was having way too much fun taking his time, getting me bowed up more than a Halloween cat. He pulled at my erect nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.

I lifted my head off the couch, ready to beg him for relief, but damned if I’d do it. “Shit! I’m not gonna be able to take much more, Gunner. I’m about to come as it is.”

He grazed his thumb across my clit and pinched. “Does that feel like I’m done with the foreplay, darling?” he asked casually and then applied pressure.

“Oh Lord almighty,” I gasped. “You can’t do that.”

“This?” He chuckled, squeezing gently again.

It was time for those Wranglers to find a new home. On the floor looked mighty cozy. I grabbed at his huge belt buckle in hopes of setting that mind-blowing dick free, but that was before he drove two fingers into me and made me arch, gasping, off the couch. He practically killed me, thrusting against the outer lips of my sex. Adrenaline pumped through my veins, my toes curled, and he’d hit the mark when he pushed deeper at the exact moment he nipped at my swollen tit, drawing it between his teeth, and sucking hard and quick.

“I’m dying here, cowboy,” I screamed when a third finger impaled me.

He smiled at me, and shit, I knew I was in deep trouble. It took only one look at those lethal brown eyes to know he was fixing to give me a run for my money.