Page 35 of Texas Daze (Texas Montgomery Mavericks)

The wine was sweeter than she’d expected. “Delicious.”

“Come on,” he said, holding out a hand. “That hard stool can’t be comfortable. And I do want youcomfortable.”

He led her to the open living room and took a seat on the enormouswrapsofa.

“I can’t believe you found something like this to rent,” she said, still standing, still lookingaround.

“I didn’t. Iboughtit.”

She whirled to him. “You bought it? But you’re only going to be here sixmonths.”

“Sit down, Marti. You’re making me nervous. You look like you’re ready to make a dash forthedoor.”

He’d taken a seat against the sofa arm. She sat on the next section, adjacent but not pressed right up to him. And he was nervous? She didn’t buy that for asecond.

“Nice wine,” she said, takingasip.

Inane conversation but her mind had stopped sending messages to hermouth.

“It is,” he agreed. He put his arm on the back of the sofa. “We can talk about thewine,or…”

“Or?” Her voice was barely above awhisper.

“Or we could do this.” He took her wine glass and set on the coffee table along with his. Then, he put his hand to the back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. His mouth met hers, both open, tongues meeting in a tangle of caresses. A moan rattled deep inside him and Marti’s heart skiddedsideways.

She turned on the couch until she was facing him and tried to get closer, but her folded legs on the cushion served as a barrier. Leaning forward on her knees, she snaked her arms around his head, running spread fingers up into his darkcurls.

He moved both hands to her waist and hauled her toward him, sliding down the sofa at the same time. He pulled his legs up onto the cushions while she stretched hers out until they were lying flush, chest to chest and groin togroin.

Breaking the kiss, he adjusted his mouth to take the kiss even deeper, something she’d not believed could happen. His tongue thrust into her mouth, licked hers, and withdrew, and began the motions again. Very much mimicking love making. Electrical volts shot through her from the top of her head to the bottom on her feet. Her toescurled.

He glided his hands up her sides with soft strokes on top of her shirt. Her breasts swelled and ached with a need to be touched. He complied, running a hand over her breasts. She groaned with relief and leaned away enough to give him access. Taking a breast into his hand, he fondled and massaged. Heat shot through her. She pressed her hips against his hard erection, groaning at the lust escalating inside. Her pelvis grew heavy witharousal.

He growled, jerking his mouth from hers. “You’re killing me,” he said, his voice as jagged asgravel.

She ground against him again while she ran the tip of her tongue along the side of his neck, loving the taste of his saltyflesh.

“Yeah,” she whispered into his ear. “How aboutthisthen?”

She scooted her entire body toward the back of the sofa and then slipped her hand between them until she could reach his pants and unfastened them. She pushed her hand inside until her fingers wrapped around the solid mass of his cock. She squeezed and ran her hand upanddown.

“Good God,” he moaned. “Don’t stop.” He grabbed her head and yanked her in for a wet, open-mouthed kiss that utilized his lips, tongue and teeth. He gnawed gently on her lower lip while driving his tongue deep inside her mouth. All the time, he never stopped his hands, stroking, touching, rubbing, and massaging any portion of her body he could reach. He pinched her nipples through her shirt, then latched his month on her breast through the material. She arched over him, trying to give him full access to anything he wanted, to any part ofherbody.

Then she felt his fingers at her waist, He grasped at the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her head. He stared at breasts, and she was thankful she’d worn the only lace bra sheowned.

“Beautiful,” he said. He ran a finger along the top of each cup, followed by his tongue and then between the swell of her breast. The breath swooshed from her lungs as her stomach sucked in. “Tastes as good astheylook.”

He unsnapped the bra’s front closure and her breasts fell into his hands. “Sweet baby Jesus,” he said. He latched his mouth onto one while squeezing the other before rolling the nipple between hisfingers.

Arousal fluid flooded her panties. She spread her legs until she straddled one of his thighs. She crushed her sex against his thigh muscle, trying to find some relief from the pressure building inside. She rode his leg, grinding and releasing overandover.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled into her ear. “Ride me. Ridemehard.”

He jammed his thigh between her legs and she rode. Hard. She no longer had a simple arousal. She was consumed with getting to the peak. It was there, just out of her reach. Her head dropped back, her hair flowing down. She cried out in frustration. It was there but she couldn’tgraspit.

The waist of her pants loosened. Eli shoved his hand inside her panties, finding herswollennub.

“Let go,” he said. “I’ve got you. Let go. Let me watch you come inmyhand.”

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