Stud in Texas (Rugged and Risque 4)

“Of the good kind. Stay focused on that.”

He closed her door and rounded the front of the vehicle. He drove them back to the cottage.

Just the one light was on in the living room again. Moonlight streamed in through the tall windows. Sam turned on the sound system and more country music drifted through the house at a low decibel. He pulled her into his strong embrace and their bodies melded together as they swayed to a Juice Newton song.

Sam gave her a long, smoldering kiss. She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms. He held her again and her fingertips skated over his bare skin. All those rock-hard muscles and his heat and cologne stimulated her senses. Butterflies took flight in her stomach. That now-prevalent tickle along her clit, whenever Sam was near or she thought of him, almost made her miss a step.

She laughed softly.

“What’s so funny?” he murmured against her hair.

“Think I was dancin’ before I could walk, but you without your shirt on is going to make me tromp on my own feet. Or yours.”

“Then why don’t we take this into the bedroom?”

He palmed her ass cheeks suddenly and lifted her up. Sky wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She whisked off his hat and dropped it on the sofa as they passed by. Then she kissed him.

“You’re gonna make me run into a wall or something.”

Sky smiled. “I figured you could handle the distraction.”

“You are more than just a distraction, darlin’.”

They entered his bedroom and he sat on the mattress, with her straddling his lap. He worked off her boots. She raked her fingers through his hair.

“I like dancing with you,” she said.

“I like this a bit better.”

“You never fail to make me smile.”

“How about I make you come?”

“Now that’s a bit better.”

“Smartass.”

She kissed him again. Then he pulled apart the snaps on her black leather vest and slipped it off. He eyed her black lace demi-bra and traced the pad of a finger along the scalloped edge of a cup where the top of her breast swelled over the material.

“You are damn sexy,” he told her in a tone full of desire. “I could be ninety years old with one foot in the grave and still get hard for you. No Viagra needed.”

She stared at him. Blinked. “Hmm.”

Sam chuckled. “Guess I could stand to work on my analogies.”

“It’s a thought.”

“How about I stick with what I know best.” He reached a hand around her back and flicked the hook on her bra. Then he dragged the straps down her arms and admired the view, if the flare of lust in his eyes was any indication.

“Good idea,” she concurred.

He cupped her breasts and massaged them gently, his thumbs stroking her nipples. She clasped his shoulders to hold herself steady. His head bent to her chest and his tongue swept over her nipple.

Hot flashes burst inside her, low in her belly, deep in her core. He suckle

d and then licked again. She squirmed in his lap.

“Take my jeans off,” she said in a throaty voice.