begged. "Can I come?"
His mouth twitched and he pinched her nipple. "Come, Daphne. Come hard, sugar."
She rubbed her clit even faster and inhaled shuddery breaths. Screaming his name, she exploded in absolute bliss. Cord's arm tightened around her as he repeatedly pounded into her. The impact of his cock deep within her pussy intensified the ripples of her orgasm. Their gazes held in the mirror. His jaw clenched—and a moment later he slammed into her so hard she gasped. His jerky movements shook her body as he filled the latex.
He swore and pressed his cheek against hers. She reached for his hand on the countertop and rested hers atop it. When she winced at the pressure of his body shoving her hip against the counter, he stepped back quickly, alleviating the discomfort immediately. He pulled out slowly and kissed her shoulder.
Daphne could barely stand. Cord dealt with the condom before carefully turning her around. He wiped the fluids from between her thighs with a soft cloth and then blew out the candles. Without warning, he swung her into his arms and carted her back to this bed. With any other man, she would have protested and begged to be put down for fear of hurting him. She didn’t have that fear with Cord. He could handle a big girl.
They clung to one another in the darkness. The storm seemed to be reaching a fever pitch but they were safe and snug in the house. She wanted to ask him so many questions, wanted to know if he was the kind of man she suspected him to be. He'd assumed the role of dominant so easily.
"What are you thinking about, sugar?"
"The sex. The dominant side of you."
"You like it, don't you?"
"I do." She grinned and snuggled closer. "Very much actually."
"It's not a lifestyle thing with me, you understand. I like to play games. I like to be in charge some times. I'd really love to spank that sweet ass of yours. If that's all right with you," he added.
Flushed, she tried not let her thoughts wander to that decidedly erotic image. "It's more than all right."
"Have you ever been with a man who likes the rougher side of things?" He didn't sound jealous, just curious.
"No." She petted his chest as her thoughts circled round and round. "I guess I've always sort of known that I wanted something a little rougher, a little harder. I gravitate toward those kinds of books, you know? Maybe I wasn't ready to seek it out until now."
"Maybe." He laughed darkly and stroked her hair. "This kind of explains why sparks were flying between us the first time we clapped eyes on one another. You were everything I wanted and I was everything you needed."
"I like that," she said with a contented sigh. "It's a nice way to describe us."
Cord hummed in agreement and claimed her mouth one last time. "Close those pretty eyes and go to sleep, sweetheart. You're going to need your rest."
She smiled in the darkness. "Promise?"
A low laugh rumbled through his chest. "Yes, and I never break my promises."
Secure in her cowboy's strong arms, Daphne drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
Propped on his elbow, Cord watched Daphne sleep. The palest rays of sunshine penetrated the curtains and spilled across the bed. Utterly relaxed, Daphne breathed softly. The corners of her plump lips were slightly upturned. Her bare breasts rose and fell. He still couldn't believe this was happening. After denying what he had wanted for so long, the reality of waking with Daphne in his arms had been staggering.
Unable to help himself, Cord smoothed a hand along her neck and shoulder and palmed a full breast. The nipple hardened immediately. Leaning down, he glided his tongue over the peak. She stirred under his sensual suckling. Her breathing pattern changed. Like a sleek cat, she stretched her arms overhead and flexed her toes. “Cord.”
He smiled at the sound of her gentle whisper. “Daphne.”
“Mmm.” She moaned huskily as he wrapped his lips around her other nipple. His fingers stimulated the wet nipple he'd just