Resisting the urge to lick her lips, Liza’s gaze remained locked on him as he toed off his suede boots. The soft breeze from the ceiling fan and the A/C helped to cool her skin, which was a blessing, because she was burning up. And getting hotter by the second as the sexy cowboy pushed the jeans and his socks off his long, powerful limbs.
“Better?” he asked, a coy smile on his devilishly handsome face.
“Almost.” She wasn’t letting him get away with teasing her. She wanted the Full Monty.
Jack obliged. He hooked his thumbs in the waist of the briefs and then slowly eased them down to mid-thigh. His full, thick cock sprang free and it took every ounce of drilled-in couth she possessed to keep her jaw from dropping to the bed. He released the material and the briefs fell to the hardwood floor, pooling at his bare feet.
Which, she noted, were as sexy as the rest of him.
“Oh my.” Liza all but drooled as her gaze lifted to his full erection. She could barely breathe again. It took a few moments to collect her thoughts, all of which were centered on his colossal…mammoth…holy shit….
“Things really are bigger in Texas,” she couldn’t help but say.
Jack laughed. Low and deep, but hearty. The kind of laugh that reverberated inside her and warmed her to the core of her being.
As he crawled back into bed, situating himself between her legs—precisely where she wanted him—he said, “For a moment there, you looked a little worried.”
Heat tinged her cheeks. “I said earlier that you were too magnificent for words. I believe that was a gross understatement.”
“I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
She thought about the rock-hard cock that would fit snugly inside her cunt and another thrill of anticipation shot through her.
“Don’t be,” she said, a flash of heat igniting her insides at the thought of things to come. Namely her. “I’m not fragile.”
Peter had not been particularly impressive by way of size or technique. So Jack was an enticing treat the deprived deserved.
In fact, she was so incredibly hot for him it was all she could do not to beg him to fuck her.
Again, she tried to be couth. Patient.
Not so easy.
“So,” Jack mused as his hands returned to her body. His mouth grazed her still-hard nipples. Keeping her in a constant state of arousal was no challenge for him. “This is a nice way to spend a Saturday morning.”
“Are you going to make small talk or are you going to make me come again?”
He grinned up at her, dimple and all. “Oh I have every intention of making you come. Repeatedly.”
Liza’s heart stammered. Really, she should know better than to taunt this man. He was out of her league sexually and they both knew it. Yet playing with fire was right up her alley at the moment.
Then again… As he shifted and moved down her body, positioning his broad shoulders between her parted legs, she had a moment of panic.
“Whoa, hold on there,” she said on a strangled note.
Jack’s head lifted and his eyes locked with hers. The blue irises burned with passion and desire and it melted her insides. But she was entering unchartered territory here and it freaked her out a bit.
She knew his intentions, could see it in his eyes. As his head dipped and his lips brushed the inside of her thigh, making the flesh quiver and the butterflies take to flight in her stomach, she really did begin to worry.
“Um,” she said on a breathless whisper. Because, already, he was sending her into sensory overload. “That’s not really…you know…something that turns me on.”
And yet she could barely breathe, so what a whopper of a lie that was!
“Too intimate?” Jack asked, the air still caressing her skin as he spoke, making every inch of her burn.
“Yes,” she admitted, a little embarrassed.
The look on his ruggedly handsome face turned curious, yet unmistakably sincere. “Are you telling me you’ve never let a man make love to you this way?”