Page 10 of Roping the Rodeo Queen
"Careful, Callahan," I warn."This is starting to feel less like strategy and more like...seduction."
"Maybe it's both."
"Both, huh?That could get complicated."
She drags her tongue over her lips, deliberately teasing me."Aren't you dying to kiss me, Clay?Strictly to find out how it would feel."
The sultry tone of her voice, coupled with the fluid way she moves that body, makes it hard for me to think.Jo's body is all fluid grace and barely contained fire, like a volcano about to erupt.Before I can answer her question, I sense a pair of eyes boring into my back.Turning slightly, I catch Brock Sterling watching us from the bar with his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed.Several phones are pointed in our direction, capturing what must look like quite the romantic moment.
"We've got an audience," I say quietly.
Jo follows my gaze and smirks."Let them watch.Let Brock watch, I don't care.Do you?"
She presses her body closer, molding her curves against me in a way that makes every coherent thought scatter.The music thrums through the floorboards and up into my bones, but all I can focus on is the weight of her in my arms and the fluttering of her pulse beneath the delicate skin of her throat.When she tilts her head back to look up at me, the intensity in those emerald eyes makes my dick twitch.The song winds down, but neither of us tries to step away.
I thread my fingers between Jo's, guiding her away from the dance floor and the crowd.She stays quiet, licking her lips and smiling up at me with molten heat in her eyes.She wants me as much as I want her, that much is obvious.Maybe I shouldn't fuck her, but I can't resist seducing the rodeo queen.The way she weaves around barrels...It's poetry and sex all in one package.I haven't been with a woman in longer than I care to admit.The ranch, my PRCA dreams, they've consumed all of my time.
Now it's my turn to blow off some steam.
As I usher Jo over to her truck, I halt with one hand on the door."I think you know what I want, Jolene."
She bites her bottom lip, releasing it little by little."I want the same thing, Clay.Think you can make me come like a rocket ship flying to the moon?"
"Hell yeah."
I back her up against the side of the truck.I bracket her face with both hands as I capture her mouth with mine.She tastes like beer and something uniquely her, and when she parts her lips with a soft moan, I deepen the kiss until we're both breathing hard, tongues tangling in fervid exploration.
"Get in the truck," I growl.
Jo fumbles for the door handle behind her, and we tumble into the cab together.I lift her onto my lap while she frantically works at my belt buckle.I bury my face against her neck, dragging my tongue over her salty skin.Damn, even that part of her tastes like heaven.
"God, Clay," she moans while unfastening my jeans."You're the hottest cowboy on the circuit, and I've been dying to get you between my legs."
"Shit, Jo, I'm so hard I might explode inside my briefs."
The only sound she makes is a soft "unh" that's rife with urgency.
I tug her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy black bra that's virtually transparent.Her tits almost spill over the cups, and I can't wait to feel those mounds in my hands.I need to taste them right now.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," I snarl, brushing my thumbs over the lace-covered peaks.She arches into my touch, her head falling back against the seat.
Jo undoes the rivet on my jeans, rising to a crouch so she can yank my briefs and jeans down far enough to free my cock.My clothes are now trapped near my knees.I'm fully hard and raring to go, so pent up that I might erupt any second.But first, I need to get rid of her bra so I can devour those luscious nipples.
I reach behind her and unhook the clasp with practiced ease, sliding the straps down her shoulders until the lace falls away completely.Her breasts are even more perfect than I imagined---full and firm with rosy peaks that beg for me to gorge myself on their flavor.
"Christ, Jo," I rasp, cupping her tits roughly in my palms, flicking my thumbnails over the tips of her nipples Jo releases whimpering cry filled with desperation."You're gonna be the death of me, sweet Jolene."
"Shut up and make me come."she gasps, her fingers frantically working at my shirt buttons."Please hurry, Clay, please.I need to feel your skin on mine and dick inside me."
I help her push my shirt off my shoulders while she splays her hands over my chest, her nails scraping lightly over my skin.The sensation fires a heat-seeking missile straight into my cock.Reflexively, I groan low in my throat."Shit, Jo, what are you doin' to me?"
She clasps my dick with both hands, grinding her folds into me again and again until her cream is dribbling onto the seat and her juices have drenched my cock.The aroma of her desire suffuses the cab, ramping up my lust even further.
"Damn, Jo, I need to fuck you so bad I'm going crazy," I groan, my hands gripping her hips as she rocks against me."You're already so wet for me.I can smell it and almost taste it."
"I've been soaked ever since we started dancing," she pants, her breath hot against my ear."Stop talking and fuck me, Clay."
A terrible thought suddenly hits me."Oh, no.I don't have a condom."
