Adonis in Texas (Rugged and Risque 2)

She kept at it. His cock pumped in and out of her mouth until he said, “Just use your hand, Ginger. I’m gonna come.”

She didn’t stop what she was doing.

He warned her again. “Sweetheart, I’m close.”

Ginger knew what to expect. The erotic stories she’d read had covered this. Though she wasn’t entirely sure of how she’d handle it, she was certainly prepared for it.

Sucking him harder sent a spasm through Ryan’s body and then he called out, “Ginger!” as he came.

She gloated all the way to the bathroom, having rode out the mind-blowing release with him and then triumphantly flashing a grin as she’d successfully proven she truly did have some moves of her own.

When she returned, Ryan told her, “You’d better put the nightgown and panties back on, because you’ve just about made me lose my mind—and all my convictions.”

Ginger was still grinning after he tidied up in her restroom and joined her in bed, with his briefs on.

As she squirted lotion into her palm from a dispenser on the nightstand, she asked, “How’d I do?”

He let out a hearty laugh. She rubbed the lotion on her arms as he told her, “Honor Roll, darlin’. A-plus all the way.”

“God bless erotic romance,” she said. “I would have hated to disappoint.”

He settled under the covers and pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. His other hand skimmed over the satin covering her, his fingers grazing her side and hip.

“Ginger, sweetheart, you are something else.” He prompted her to roll in the opposite direction so she’d cradle her body against his, with her back pressed to his chest. He embraced her tightly and said, “Now this is heaven.”

Her curvy body felt warm and exciting against his. He kissed her on the top of her head as he whispered, “Sweet dreams, darlin’.”

“You too,” she told him, her voice sleepy and sexy.

He honestly couldn’t think of a better homecoming. Regardless of the glitches.

Chapter Five

“Ginger Monroe, why didn’t you tell us you’d been robbed?” Jess demanded as she came through the front door of the boutique, two drinks in her hands, each one covered with a lid, a straw poking out of the top.

“We brought lunch,” Liza said as she followed Jess in, carrying her own drink and a large brown bag practically bursting at the seams with what smelled to be juicy hamburgers and salty fries from the diner across the street.

Setting aside the sheet of stickers she was using to add sales prices to some of her inventory, she sighed and asked, “Who told you?”

The other women set the cups and sack on the cashier’s desk as Ginger dragged two armchairs over and positioned them on the opposite side of hers, all three boasting the same richly colored wood as the other furniture and round backs with plush ecru insets and seats.

Jess plopped down and said, “We were just at the diner. Melodie was taking our order when she told us. She also said she hadn’t seen you come out of your shop all day—she and the other girls have been keeping an eye on your door, looking out for you. We had her pack up our food and add another order to bring over here.”

“Sorry it’s a little late to be stopping by for lunch, but we were slammed all morning with Easter orders,” Liza told her.

“No, this is great,” Ginger said. “I’m starving. I wanted to get these items marked down and put on the sales rack outside before I took a break.” She could see her sidewalk display from the large picture window up front, despite the fact she’d opted to keep her door closed. A shame, given the balmy spring weather, but she felt too vulnerable to leave it open. At least when she heard the bell chime, she had ample warning someone was walking in. Though the sound continually rattled her nerves.

“So tell us all about it,” Jess said as they dug into the burgers and fries.

“There’s not much to tell, really,” Ginger said around a mouthful of food. “Couple of thugs followed me in off the street. One tackled me and the other stole my money.”

“Ginger!” Liza set her burger aside and wiped her mouth with a paper napkin. “Why the hell didn’t you say something? Call us? You know George and Jack would have been here in a flash.”

“I know, but I couldn’t get to the phone. As Fate would have it,” she told them with what was surely a spark in her eyes, “Ryan was across the street at the diner at the time. He rescued me.”

A tickle of excitement at the mere mention of her knight in shining armor chased away the chill the memory of Friday night brought on.

“That’s what happened to your elbow,” Jess said. “That asshole who attacked you—”