Page 76 of Tempting Fate
“I’ll get it.” He pulled the thermal over his head and began trying to pry her boots off. “You have to be a damned contortionist back here.”
“Don’t worry about those.” She peeled her pants and underwear down and managed to jerk them past her boots. “Yours now.”
Gabe grinned. “I’m not done looking yet.”
He lay beside her, pulled down the straps of her bra, and traced his finger across the tops of her breasts. She shivered as he kissed her, first her mouth, then her cleavage. Her bra had one of those front clasps, and it took him a few seconds for him to figure it out. There were goosebumps on her skin, and he pulled the blanket over both of them.
She reached for his fly and he helped her get his jeans off.
“Hang on a sec.” He grabbed his pants before she tossed them and searched the pockets for his wallet and a condom.
“Hurry.”
“I’m moving as fast as I can.” He hit his head on the roof and muttered a curse. “I’m too old and too big for this.”
Her lips curved up in a teasing smile. “Want to stop?”
“Hell no.” He rolled on top of her and she encircled his hips with her legs. He rolled the condom down his length and entered her in one powerful thrust, grunting as her heat enveloped him. “You feel good.”
She moved under him, her hips rocking back and forth. Gabe repositioned himself, pulled out, and plunged back in, going deeper than before. Then, with long, even strokes, he brought her to climax, feeling her come apart in his arms.
Raylene arched up and kissed him. “Your turn,” she said, and nudged him onto his back, straddled his lap, and rode him.
Watching her like that, her breasts bouncing, her body swaying, those turquoise boots…it was the ultimate turn-on. And something more. Something that made his breath hitch and his emotions do somersaults, like he was under a spell. He held her hips and directed her to move harder and faster while he surged into her, letting her feel every inch of him.
“This is so good.” She tipped her head back and he kissed her throat while fondling her breasts.
He was so close, but he wanted it to last. For her and for him. “Slow down just a little.”
She decreased the pace, draping herself over his chest. He rubbed his hands up and down her back and combed his fingers through her hair. The windows had fogged, and he mentally kicked himself for dropping the ball. He should be paying attention, watching for the trespassers to reappear. But this would probably be their last time together, and he wanted to savor every minute of it.
Her too. Because she sat up, her eyes filled with a tenderness and longing he’d never seen before, and in a barely audible whisper said, “Oh, Gabe.”
His breath caught, and she started undulating, finding a rhythm that suited them both. He slipped his hand between her legs and rubbed her center with his finger, touching her slick folds. She cried out and he pumped harder until he felt his body quake, filling a need in him so powerful he hadn’t been aware he had it. He captured her mouth with his and held her against him, afraid to let her go, afraid to end this perfect moment. For a while she just lay on top of him while he stroked her hair.
“You cold?” He readjusted the blanket to make sure it covered her back.
“No, are you?”
He couldn’t feel his arms or legs, let alone the temperature. “I’m good.” But he wasn’t. He was conflicted, and he didn’t understand why. Good sex had never done that to him before.
“I should go outside and check on things. You okay for a little while?”
“Of course.” She felt around the bed of the SUV for her clothes.
He pulled on his shirt and jeans and tugged on his jacket as he opened the tailgate to climb out. It was at least ten degrees colder and felt like snow. He climbed the water tower, got into position with his night-vision goggles, and scanned the countryside. Other than the wind howling through the trees and the call of a lonesome owl, the land was still. Not even a car on the highway. He gazed out over McCreedy Ranch and spotted a flicker of light so faint anyone else would’ve missed it. A cellphone, perhaps.
He fished the Stingray out of his pocket and turned it on. The device worked as a high-powered cellular tower. Because cell phones were programmed to connect to a tower with the best signal, he could use it to intercept calls, locate devices in the vicinity, and collect personal data. The military and cops used them all the time, but they were highly controversial. Big Brother and all that. It took him only a few minutes to determine that the only cell phones in the immediate area were his, Raylene’s, and Rhys’.
Bingo.
He raised his Stingray in a salute to Rhys, who was likely the source of the movement he’d spied earlier. Rhys probably couldn’t see Gabe sitting up on the water tank, but the police chief undoubtedly knew he was out here somewhere.
Gabe checked his watch. It was approaching one in the morning, but he was getting the feeling their gold diggers would be no-shows. Too damned cold.And too damned dark, he thought as he looked up at the sky. Not even a sliver of moon tonight.
He should go back to his SUV and get warm. But he continued to sit there, letting the cold lash his face and bite through his jeans while he tried to clear his head. This thing between him and Raylene had taken on a life of its own. He hadn’t prepared for that, but when she left, she would surely take a piece of him with her.
Chapter 19
