Page 114 of Cowboy's Last Stand
She nibbled her lower lip.“Can we focus on the physical side of things for now?”
His gaze rose from her mouth to her eyes.“Let me get this straight.You don’t want me to tell you how I feel.You just want me to fuck you.”
She didn’t flinch at his crude words.“Is that a problem?”
Itwasa problem, but damned if he was going to turn her down.Not when she was offering him her body and begging him to stay.“I’ll do whatever you like, but are you sure about this?Because at first, you said you weren’t ready to date.Then you said you wanted a steady guy.Now you’re asking for sex only.”
“I’m not asking for sexonly,” she said.“I’m asking you to go slow.There are topics I’m not willing to discuss yet and feelings I’m not ready to share.”
He mulled this over and found it reasonable.His goal for tonight was reconciliation.Why push for more?He didn’t need her total surrender.She was offering him another chance to win her over in bed.
A warning sounded in the back of his mind, however, because he still hadn’t told her the entire truth about Mike.Jason knew it was wrong to continue a relationship with her under false pretenses, but it was the same quandary as always—telling her meant losing her.
When she lifted her lips to his, he stopped thinking about right or wrong.He stopped thinking, period.He kissed her with abandon, with every ounce of longing he’d felt since he’d touched her last.She tasted like mint and ale, an unexpectedly delicious mix, and he groaned as her arms slid around his neck.He plunged his tongue deeper because he couldn’t get enough of her mouth.He wouldn’t be able to show restraint tonight.
She kissed him back passionately, seeming confident in her choice.He loved the tug of her fingers in his hair, the curl of her tongue around his, the brush of her breasts against his chest.He maneuvered her onto the closest surface, the unfinished kitchen countertop.She made a sound of excitement and wrapped her legs around his hips.He swelled with arousal, his hands roving the curves of her body.
She broke the kiss to remove her blouse, and the last of his reservations fled.She was wearing a beige bra with lacy cups that molded to her shape.The fabric was so sheer and delicate that it almost looked like she’d dipped her breasts in sugar.
His mouth actually watered at the sight.“This is what you wear under your library clothes?”
She smiled at the question.“Touch me.”
“My calluses…”
“I like your calluses.”
He knew that.He made another attempt to communicate before his brain short-circuited.“They might ruin the fabric.”
“Ruin it,” she said simply, pulling his hand to her breast.
He cupped her soft flesh and thumbed her pouty nipples while he took her mouth again.His rough hands snagged on the delicate lace, but she didn’t complain.She liked the contrast between them, and so did he.He liked her feminine curves against the hard planes of his body.He liked the idea of her pretty things getting tangled up with his sturdy work clothes.She helped him out of his shirt, as if she was just as urgent to touch him.Her palms skimmed his muscles, her gaze hot with appreciation.
He decided the countertop didn’t meet their needs.Neither did the sofa.He wanted room to maneuver, so he carried her toward the mattress.After he deposited her on it, she unbuttoned her pants and kicked them off.
The panties were matching.He could see everything.
Climbing on top of her, he kissed her pretty, parted lips once more before working his way south.The cups of her bra were easy to push down.Her nipples jutted up.He closed his mouth around one sweet tip, then the other.Although the lingerie was sexy as hell, it was her body that really drove him crazy.Her breasts, though small, were perfectly shaped.Her skin was as smooth as honey, her nipples taut little nubs.He laved and sucked them until she squirmed with impatience.
“Please,” she moaned.
“Please what?”
She shoved at his chest, so he moved off her.
“Am I going too slow?”he asked.
Her hands slid from his pecs to his belt.He watched her unbuckle it, transfixed.Then she released the buttons of his fly, lowered the waistband of his boxer shorts, and closed her slender hand around his cock.She appeared to like this part of him as much as she liked his chest, and she liked his chest a lot.He groaned as she stroked him up and down with aching lassitude.He shouldn’t have teased her about going slow.When she lowered her head to him, he inhaled a sharp breath.She touched her lips to the blunt tip before pressing soft kisses along the turgid length.
God.Now she was going to makehimbeg, wasn’t she?
With a seductive smile, she gave him what he wanted.Her open mouth and silky tongue enveloped him.The pleasure was so intense he felt transformed by it.Time and place seemed to disintegrate as she sucked him.He threaded his fingers through her hair and let the heady sensations wash over him.
Then reality rushed back in when he realized he was seconds from the brink.He pulled away from her, his breaths ragged.
“I was enjoying that,” she protested.
“So was I.Believe me.”
