Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)

Despite the orgasm he’d given her, her body was still a mystery to him. When she’d told him she wanted him to get naked with her, it’d taken all the willpower he possessed to hold back. He’d wanted her completely nude, sprawled out on the bed, spread wide for him. He wanted to do more than pleasure her with his fingers. He wanted to use his mouth and his cock. He wanted to give her more than just that one orgasm.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” he told her as they stood toe to toe.

Her eyes sparkled. “Really? I slept like a baby.”

“Sure you did. You weren’t wound tighter than a spool of thread.”

She grinned. “I could have reciprocated if you hadn’t rushed out the door. How’d the poker game go?”

“Lost my ass,” he said. “Had other things on my mind.”

“Such as?”

His gaze dropped to her lips. Her very plump, glossy, kiss-me-now lips. “I think you know the answer to that.”

Her chest rose and fell a little quicker. The tight nipples drew his attention again.

She said, “I get the feeling you don’t always take the high road. I know I’m playing with fire.”

He nodded.

She continued on. “I should be very careful what I wish for.”

Another nod.

Liza lifted her hands from her sides and her forefingers hooked in the belt loops of his jeans, just above his front pockets. Her forceful tug put him right back in the position he’d been in last night, right here in her kitchen. His thigh between her parted legs, pressing against the very spot he wanted to bury his cock.

“I think I can handle it this time.”

He grinned down at her, though it was as strained as his erection against the fly of his jeans. “I guess we’ll see.”

She sucked in a breath. Then boldly asked, “What were you thinking about last night? When you couldn’t sleep?”

Definitely not the saloon or running for City Council. His hands gripped her around the waist, keeping her from riding up his leg as her body gravitated toward his. He knew this could get out of hand quickly. Tried to slow it down a bit. Not so much for himself. He was still taking it easy for her. “I was thinking about…your mouth. Your body. Your pussy.”

Her hands shifted from the waist of his jeans to his abdomen. Her palms flattened against him, then moved upward to his chest. At the same time, she leaned into him. Jack didn’t stop her, as he’d originally intended to do. Sure enough, her legs straddled his thigh. He could have taken a step back. Of course, he didn’t.

“Were you thinking about what you want to do to me?”

“Oh yeah,” he said, his head dipping toward hers. His arms slid around her waist and he pulled her tightly to him, letting her rub her mound against his leg. “You make me so damn hard,” he whispered in her ear.

She trembled in his embrace as she curled her arms around his neck. “Are you going to do something about it this time?”

“I want you,” he said. Plain and simple.

She pressed her breasts to his chest and said, “It’s the next day, so this doesn’t count as a pick-up in a bar, right?”

“Right.”

“Good. Because I’m not backing down,” she told him.

“Me, either,” he warned.

She stared up at him, the lust in her eyes. There was a hint of uncertainty too, but she didn’t seem to give it a second thought. Her lips grazed the side of his neck as she spoke. “So make your move, Jack Wade.”

He groaned, low and deep in his throat. His arms all but crushed her to him as her fingers tangled in his hair. His mouth went to work on her long neck, his lips grazing her skin, his teeth nipping at the warm flesh.

Even the air conditioner couldn’t keep them from steaming up the place.