Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)

Liza sighed in contentment. It wasn’t easy checking her inhibitions at the door. But Jack seemed determined to help her. As he settled between her legs, his erection pressed against her slick lips. Moving his hips in a slow rhythm, the head of his cock rubbed against her sensitive clit, making her hotter. Wetter.

Her hands were all over him at once. His shoulders. His arms. His back. His ass. She finally settled on that perfect spot and clasped his tight cheeks.

“Stop teasing me,” she ground out.

Jack chuckled. “I like you a

ll hot and bothered.”

“Bothered is right. Bothered you’re not inside me yet.”

His lips brushed over her neck. A thin layer of perspiration covered her skin. Jack’s breath on her damp flesh didn’t help to cool her down. Nor did his hard cock between her legs.

“You want me to beg?” she asked.

“No,” he whispered in a strained tone. “No need for that. I want you just as much. More.”

“I doubt that’s possible.” She lifted her hips off the bed again so their bodies were melded together. Every conceivable inch.

Jack groaned. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”

“Lucky me.”

He stared down at her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Her gaze didn’t waver. She wasn’t the least bit worried. She was so in need of him it was a wonder she really wasn’t begging him to fuck her.

She sure as hell wasn’t above it at this point.

Luckily, Jack seemed inclined to satiate every desire she had. Shifting away from her, he dug a condom out of the pocket of his discarded jeans, rolled it on and then knelt between her parted legs. He pressed his hands to her inner thighs, spreading her wide. She watched him watch her. Then he lifted one her legs and rested her calf against his broad shoulder. As he leaned toward her, the tip of his cock pushed against her slick opening.

Liza bit back the cry of pleasure that bubbled up in her throat. The man hadn’t even entered her yet and she was already on the verge of screaming in ecstasy.

She pressed her other knee to his side and splayed her hand on his expansive chest. He leaned toward her, slowly, and his cock pushed into her.

Gasping at the width of him—and how amazingly good he felt—made Jack stop.

“No, no,” she said. “Oh God, no. Please don’t stop!” She moved her hand from his chest to his neck and pulled him closer to her, forcing him toward her, forcing his cock deeper into her.

He groaned low and deep. A near-growl. Which excited her all the more.

“Christ, Liza,” he said on a sharp breath. “You are so tight. So wet. So hot.”

“Make me hotter,” she said.

Jack’s baby blues locked with hers. One of his large hands gripped the thigh of the leg he had draped over his shoulder. The other one rested flat on the mattress at the dip of her waist.

“Tell me if it’s too much.”

“It’s not too much.”

“Liza,” he ground out.

“Okay, okay. But…it’s not too much.”

His look was intense, concentrated. And sinfully hot.

His cock sank further into her and she moaned. “Now we’re talking.”