Page 9 of Before You Can Blink (Rust Canyon #4)

My imagination hadn’t done this woman justice. Her lush curves were even more breathtaking now that I could gaze upon every bare inch.

Full tits hung heavy from her chest, the pebbled, half-dollar-sized nipples a stunning shade of light brown, like a latte.

That soft middle had a horizontal crease that bisected her navel, showcasing where it folded in on itself when she sat .

Wide hips flared out from her waist, giving her the perfect hourglass figure that made my mouth water.

Thick thighs without an inch of space between them were lightly dimpled, a thatch of chestnut curls resting at the apex.

She was perfect, and she was giving herself over to me—to taste, to pleasure, to fuck.

Heart racing and palms sweating, I moved toward her. My lips twitched when her gaze fell to my erection bobbing with each step, and her swallow became audible.

Bringing my hand to my stiff cock, I gave it a firm pump. “Nothing to be scared of, darlin’.”

Daisy nodded woodenly. “Uh-huh.” She didn’t sound too convinced.

“Here, you can see for yourself.” I gripped her hand, gently guiding it to take over for my own, showing her how I liked to be touched. My head tipped back on a groan when her grip grew firm. “Feels so good, Daze.” Without conscious thought, my hips thrust into her hand, seeking more friction.

“I, uh . . .” Her voice took on a raspy quality that had my cock leaking. “I’ve never been with someone this big before.”

A husky chuckle rolled up my throat. “Look at you, stroking my ego while you stroke my cock. You’re every man’s dream, honey.”

“I don’t know about that,” she muttered under her breath.

Something inside of me snapped at hearing the low opinion she held of herself, which had been seeded by those who had come before me.

“You’re right.” Her wide eyes darted up to meet mine.

“I can’t speak for any of the other men, only myself, so believe me when I say this: Daisy, you are incredible, beautiful, and so sexy tugging on my cock that I’m about to embarrass myself and make a mess all over your hand before I get the chance to bury myself deep inside you and make you scream. ”

Teeth chewing on her lower lip, she gave me a tentative nod before whispering, “Okay.”

Gently prying her fingers from my shaft, I walked us backward until her knees met the edge of the mattress. With a hand to her shoulder, I silently urged her to sit. Then I dropped to the hardwood floor at her feet.

Her brow furrowed, confusion filling her sapphire stare. “What are you doing?”

“Lie back, and I’ll show you.”

Daisy obeyed without another word, and I took a moment to appreciate the feast laid before me. In this position, her legs had fallen open, and her slick, pink pussy taunted me with promises of ecstasy.

“Stunning.” The word fell reverently from my lips as I dragged a single fingertip through her slit.

A stuttered exhale sounded from above that transitioned to a moan when I brought the digit to her entrance and pressed inside. Daisy’s hips lifted off the bed, back arching.

Her arousal coated my hand, allowing me to add a second finger.

“Jett,” she whimpered, clenching the sheets tightly with her fists.

“I’m right here, baby,” I cooed. “You should see how pretty you look from down here.” A low groan rumbled from my chest as I watched her pussy try to suck me deeper with each thrust. “Fucking breathtaking, Daze.”

Dipping my head, I brought my face close enough that I could breathe in her scent before inhaling deeply. My eyes slid shut as saliva filled my mouth. I couldn’t wait another second to taste her.

Keeping my fingers buried deep, I swiped my tongue through her slick flesh.

“Oh! ”

Daisy’s surprised cry reached my ears, but I was too far gone to register much else, lost to the pleasure that performing oral brought me.

Nothing got me harder than eating a woman out.

Getting my dick wet was great—okay, better than great; I was a man, after all—but I was borderline addicted to the surge of male pride that rushed through my veins when a woman came on my tongue.

“Jett, I need you.” Fingers tangled in my hair, trying to draw me away from the sweetest meal I’d ever tasted.

“Busy.” With my mouth full, the words came out muffled.

Breathless, she called out to me, “Now, please.”

Fuck. It killed me to hear her beg.

With one last swipe through her drenched core, I sat back on my heels, chest heaving as I tried to rein it in.

I was so keyed up right now that I wouldn’t last long, and as far as I could tell, Daisy hadn’t gotten off yet.

I refused to leave her unsatisfied while I sought out my own release. That wasn’t my style.

Rising to my feet, I padded to where my discarded jeans lay, fishing in the back pocket for my wallet before retrieving the condom I kept there.

Not having gotten laid in a while, I did a quick scan of the expiration date to make sure it was still good.

The last thing I needed was this casual short-term situation to turn into an eighteen-year commitment.

Sheathing my cock in latex, I returned to where Daisy lay sprawled, her heavy-lidded eyes tracking my movements.

“Sure you don’t want me to finish you off down here first?” I tapped her clit for emphasis.

Daisy moved her head from side to side, the silky brown waves of her hair fanned out around it like a halo. “I want you inside me.”

“Don’t have it in me to deny you, darlin’. Know that now. ”

Stepping up between her open thighs, I draped my body over her prone form, resting one elbow on the mattress beside her head as I used my other hand to guide my cock to notch at her entrance. When she felt me probe there with the blunt tip, she stiffened beneath me.

Using one thumb, I caressed the apple of her cheek. “Slow and steady, I promise. Just keep breathing, okay?”

Eyes never leaving mine, she gave a tiny nod, and I took that as permission to push in that first inch.

Daisy’s breathing hitched for a half-second before evening out again.

“That’s it,” I coaxed. “You’re doing so well.” After giving her some time to adjust—holding true to my promise to go slow—I asked, “Ready for more?”

Her hand came to rest on my bicep. “Yes.”

With every cell in my body screaming to surge all the way forward, I somehow managed to pause when I reached the halfway mark.

Dropping my forehead to hers, I captured her lips in a druggingly slow kiss. The woman beneath me moaned into my mouth, her hips lifting to take me deeper. Letting her shallow movements draw me all the way inside, I let out a shaky exhale once our bodies grew flush.

That’s when the urgency hit me in full force.

It felt like if I didn’t move, I would die.

Unable to hold back, I rolled my hips. When Daisy didn’t protest, I did it again, this time with more force. Her back arched when our bodies collided, her pillowy breasts pressing against my chest.

Like a man possessed, I pistoned into her like my life depended on it, grunting each time her blistering heat molded around my cock when I bottomed out. God, she was gripping me so tight.

“Heaven,” I breathed out against her neck. “Fucking heaven, Daze.”

“Mm-hmm,” came her moaned reply .

Barreling toward the finish line sooner than I would have liked, I pushed up onto my elbows as a desperation to watch her come for the first time stole over me.

But when I glanced down at Daisy, I frowned. Instead of the expression of ecstasy I expected, her face was screwed up tight, almost as if she was in pain.

Instantly, I froze. The mere thought of hurting her was like a knife slicing through my heart.

Eyes popping open, Daisy stared up at me, her brow creased. “What’s wrong?”

My lips pressed into a thin line. “Feels like I should be askin’ you that.”

Her head cocked to the side, confusion flickering across her features. “What?”

“You’d tell me if I was hurting you, right?”

“Why would you think you’re hurting me?”

I heaved a sigh. “Forgive my ego for even bringing this up, but it didn’t look like you were enjoying yourself.”

Guilt flashed in her blue eyes before they shifted to a spot over my shoulder. “Of course I am.” Hands sliding down my back, she gripped my ass, pulling me closer as she lifted her hips, urging me to resume my thrusting. “Well, I was until you stopped.”

“Daisy . . .” I drew her name out, making it clear I knew she was lying.

A huff of frustration flew past her lips. “Fine. I need . . . help.”

My brows drew down. “Help? Help with what?”

Squeezing her eyes shut so tight it caused a wrinkle to form in the bridge between them, she grudgingly admitted, “It’s not, um, easy for me.” She sucked in a deep breath. “Without a toy.”

“Toy?” The fuck was she talking about ?

“A vibrator.” The words were barely a whisper, almost like she didn’t want me to really hear them.

Mouth dropping open, I couldn’t contain my shock.

“Uh.” I cleared my throat. “So, you’re saying this”—I rocked my hips—“does nothing for you?”

A look of pure panic stole over her face. “No! It feels good. So good, Jett. I swear. It’s just—“

I watched the internal battle play out behind her eyes as she debated whether to shoot me straight or candy coat what was going on.

“Tell me. I can take it.” For fuck’s sake, I was balls deep inside this woman. There wasn’t a more vulnerable position for us to be in.

Blowing out a breath, she explained, “I get close. Really, really close. But for some reason, I have a hard time finishing.”

I remained silent for a minute, processing her words. “So, you’ve never . . .”

“Not from penetration, no.”

“Okay.” My mind raced, working overtime to figure out a solution to this problem.

Then it struck me.

“You have one here?”

Eyes growing wide as saucers, she stammered, “A v-vibrator?”

“Yeah. Tell me where you keep your toys, Daze.” The plan was becoming clearer with each passing minute. This wasn’t a roadblock; it was a speed bump. It might have slowed us down, but it wouldn’t stop us.