Page 75 of Nashville Cowboy
He smiled down at her as she unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. He stroked the curve of her jaw as he watched, wanting the contact. She guided his slacks down past his hips and let them fall to the floor. He was hard as a baseball bat. He kicked off his boots, then pulled off his shirt.
When he covered her body with his and slid a hand under the partition of her robe, he discovered she was indeed naked under there. This lit a blaze in him and did crazy things to his tenuous grip on self-control. He devoured her mouth in long deep kisses that had them both moaning and gasping. He slid down her body, kissing her stomach, and found a little surprise. A tiny sparkly belly button ring. He tugged at it with his tongue and teeth.
His conservative Eve had at some point in her life given in to a flashy belly button ring.
“Hmm. This is new. And I like it.”
He stopped, braced above her, and simply studied her for a moment, a smile tugging at his lips.
“What?” she whispered.
“I’m just remembering you. All of you. I’d forgotten.”
“What I look like under my clothes?”
“How beautiful you are.” He stroked her soft warm thigh. “I thought about you a lot over the years. About this.”
“Me too. We’ve always had this connection. But I thought this would go away somehow. No matter how angry I get with you, thisnevergoes away. I think that’s love.”
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone else.”
“I have to tell you one more thing that I may have misled you about,” she said.
Jackson tensed, wondering what else she’d kept from him. He didn’t breathe.
“I really don’t think I would have ever married Bobby. I loved him but I was never in love with him. At least, not like this. Never like this.”
Jackson still hadthe same light smattering of chest hairs but now there was sinewy muscle beneath. His abs were hard planes and a thing of beauty. She no longer doubted for a moment that he’d spent hours with a trainer. Were it any other man but Jackson, she might worry about her fleshy body measuring up. But she read those eyes that she knew so well, and they were filled with heat and desire. For her.
When he pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs, it wasn’t just conversation that stopped, but coherent thoughts. He remembered her. Rememberedthis. They’d always been good here. She’d always anticipated his needs and he’d done the same, moving in tandem like a dance. Nearly stupid with lust, she pressed against him, her breasts luxuriating in all that sinewy hard muscle, skin on skin.
He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her up to meet his hungry mouth. They devoured each other, lips, tongue, and teeth tangling. He tasted salty in the very best way and desire pulsed through her entire body. Then it got crazy as it always had between them. His mouth was on her nipple, sucking each into a hard peak. His fingers slipped deep in her warm wet folds. This was her undoing. Her body tightened like a cord and she clawed at his behind.
“Jackson,” she pleaded, gyrating her hips, tugging him closer.
He reached for a condom from his wallet, and when he pulled off his boxer briefs, she helped roll it on, stroking and getting more turned on in the process. She straddled him and gasped when he thrust inside her, the angle and position deeper, filling her completely. Jackson groaned and gripped her hips, trying to control her movements and set their pace.
But she got bold with him. “Let me.”
He listened, and she proceeded to gyrate and undulate her hips, slowly riding him, the pulsating waves inside of her staying barely beneath the surface. Holding back, she forced him to slow down and ride the crest even higher with her. When his eyes almost rolled back in his head, she knew she’d succeeded in making her point.
“Eve,” he groaned. “Keep riding me just like this.”
Not trusting herself to speak, she kept up the agonizingly slow movements, a trickle of sweat slipping down her back. A moment later she had no control left when her entire body shook and quivered with the most intense climax she’d ever experienced. She worried that her moan sounded like that of a wounded animal and not a woman experiencing the deepest pleasure of her life.
Jackson took over then, flipping her onto her back and thrusting into her again and again. His strokes were faster and deeper. When she began to feel the pressure building up, she realized with some shock that this would happen again. She tried to hold back, but it was almost as if holding back helped push her over the edge and she moaned as she climaxed.
A moment later, Jackson joined her, his own seeming to dovetail from hers, as both of their bodies shook together.
“Jackson,” she whispered, clinging to him, completely spent.
“I know.” He rolled off her and took her with him, tucking her to his side and bringing the sheet over them. “I know, baby.”
Satisfaction rolled through her giving her a warmth and peace in her heart that she hadn’t completely forgotten. The knowledge that intimacy like this could be amazing and earth shattering with the right man.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long for this,” she said, her hand resting on his chest.
“Two whole weeks.” He kissed her temple.
