Page 105 of Nashville Cowboy
“You’ve just made me the happiest man in Stone Ridge.” He tugged off her tee. “You need out of these wet clothes.”
“Right. I could catch my death in here.”
He traced the edge of her silky red push-up bra and then followed that action with his tongue. When he lowered the cup and sucked in her nipple, Eve’s body trembled and it had nothing to do with the cold.
She tugged on his button-down shirt and it came off his shoulders in one swift movement. Then they were skin on damp skin. Jackson unhooked her bra and tossed it to the side. He kissed her, a warm, hot demanding kiss that had her hot and bothered in two seconds. Then they both moved quickly as boots were kicked off, Wranglers removed, and underwear tossed.
Naked, she straddled him in the chair, and her hands roamed free over the hard planes of his chest and abs. Her fingers dove into his hair, pulling him closer, as if she couldn’t get enough. And she’d neverhadher fill of Jackson. Never got tired of him. Nothing had changed in that regard and never would. Every microscopic cell of her loved this man. She needed him, and she needed this connection that she’d never felt with anyone else. It always felt fresh and new and took her by surprise each time.
In one swift move, Jackson gripped her hips and sat her on the edge of the desk facing him.
Surprise!
“What are you—”
But when he spread her legs and lowered his head between her thighs, she knew exactly what he was doing. He was undoing her, bit by bit. His magic tongue teased and tortured her until a big wave of pleasure crested and she moaned his name.
Wanting him inside her, she wrenched herself from his grasp and straddled him. His neck snapped back and he groaned. “Condom?”
“Don’t have one here,” she said, breathing like a locomotive. “It’s okay. I’m on the pill.”
In that moment she handed him a trust she didn’t take lightly. But she’d already risked her heart, now she’d give him every last piece of her. The trust she’d once given him so instinctively as a younger woman was tougher to give now but worth everything it cost.
She rose over him and he thrust into her, making her gasp. But she set the rhythm again, moving on him slowly. He met her with warm and lingering deep kisses. But when he gripped her hips tightly, every muscle hard as granite, she realized they were fighting a losing battle. They were both frenzied by the sound of the thunder, the rain pelting the roof, and their own crazy passion. Slow wasn’t going to work this time and he took control.
Taking her with him, he rose and moved them to the closest wall. “Wrap your legs around me.”
He thrust into her again and again, the sweet pressure building until she couldn’t hold back the onslaught of extreme pleasure. Her orgasm had her trembling and she gripped his shoulders tightly like she would never let him go. He swallowed her moan with a kiss, and she felt him grow rigid the moment before he followed her over. Both spent, he carried her back to the chair and deposited her on his lap.
“That was the best use of my chair…ever,” Eve whispered. “And the wall, too.”
He smiled against her mouth. “Told you we could do better than a nap.”
“You weren’t lyin’.”
Eve rose bare-ass naked and walked to the blanket she kept to comfort scared small animals. Annabeth didn’t believe any such comfort to be necessary and usually got down to business but if Eve had anything to say about it, her soft and colorful acrylic always did the trick.
She threw it over herself and then joined Jackson, covering them both. “We should probably go soon.”
Their damp clothes lay on the floor and while she didn’t relish getting back into them, sooner or later the torrential downpour would stop. Lock on her office door or not, this was unprofessional behavior. Probably.
Jackson groaned. “You move that way over me again and we won’t be goin’ anywhere for a while.”
She snorted. “Sorry.”
Her phone buzzed. It could be important. Maybe a colicky horse emergency. Mr. Mansfield had her on speed dial now and he’d been sworn to call her immediately about Holly.
“I’ve got to get this.” She reached for her phone from the back pocket of her Wranglers laying on the floor. A text message sent from Hank read:
Your mother has been in an accident. Come to ranch. Now.
The text had been sent an hour ago but maybe due to sketchy Wi-Fi at the ranch it was only now getting to her. “Oh no.”
Jackson was behind her in an instant, reading over her shoulder. “Leave it to my father to leave important details out. Whatkindof an accident?”
“A car accident!” Eve’s hand shook. “It has to be. In this weather she must have lost control of her Jeep.”
“Then why does he want us coming home, and not, say, to the hospital?” He turned her to face him, cupping her chin.
