Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)

“Seven o’clock?” George asked.

“That works for us,” Jack said. Then he added, “Well, it’s last call.”

The Mills finished their cocktails, said their goodbyes and left. Liza moved back to the bar. As the evening began to wind down at the saloon, she anticipated the opportunity for things to heat up afterward.

Chapter Eleven

When the bar closed, Jack said, “I’ve got a few closing chores tonight. You want to wait with me?”

“Sure.”

Following him down a corridor that housed the restrooms and what she presumed was a storage room, he unlocked the door to his office and stepped inside. She found it interesting how obsessed he was with locking all of his doors. How he’d been impressing that practice upon her too. Must be small Texas towns were no longer impervious to crime.

As the door closed behind them, Jack pulled her into his arms. “I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you.”

There was no missing the desire in his voice. From the way his beautiful blue eyes glowed in the soft light from his desk lamp, she suspected he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss her.

The thought made little volcanoes of excitement erupt within her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Liza pressed her body to his. His warm lips brushed hers and her eyelids fluttered closed.

“What about your closing chores?” she asked in a breathless voice.

“I’ll get to them eventually. After I’ve made you come a time or two,” he said.

She moaned against his mouth. “You say the sexiest things.”

“Thought you didn’t like my small talk.”

Grinning, she said, “Not when you could be doing other things with your mouth.”

He kissed her, hard and demanding, like he had something to prove. Or was looking for answers in her kiss. She couldn’t tell which and a few seconds later, she didn’t really care. She lost herself in the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him. Jack was simply too delicious. It was impossible not to drown in his very essence.

As his hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and squeezing the cheeks, then moving up her sides to reach in front and palm her breasts, she felt her knees weaken. His fingers shifted again and felt around her backside for the zipper on her dress.

“No zipper,” she told him as she broke their kiss.

Jack pushed her tight skirt up to her hips, the material bunching at her waist. While resuming their passionate lip-lock, his hands skimmed down to her bare ass, cupping the cheeks and pressing her body against his. A groan caught in the back of his throat, causing electricity to shoot through Liza.

She tugged at the hem of his shirt, tucked into his jeans, then went to work on the long line of buttons.

“Should we lock the door?” she asked as she pulled away and stripped the shirt from him.

“Locks automatically when it shuts,” he said. “I’m the only one with the key.”

“Good.” She didn’t want anyone walking in on them. They’d created enough of a stir for one day. And something told her what Jack intended to do to her would burn the rumor mill to the ground if word got out about it.

Her hands skimmed over his wide chest as his eyes blazed with lust. He kissed her again, then pushed her thong panties over her hips and down her legs. Liza had to shift her hands to his broad shoulders as he sank to one knee and carefully eased the scant material over her sandals so that he could leave the shoes on.

His hands and his eyes grazed her skin as he slowly stood. “Darlin’, you could knock the stripes off a zebra.”

She grinned at him as her stomach fluttered. “Glad you think so.”

“Mm,” he said and practically licked his lips. Liza lost her breath all over again. “Turn around,” he said in his low, intimate voice.

She did as he instructed without a moment’s hesitation or thought to the request. Her body was already thrumming with excitement at the wide array of ways he could pleasure her. His hard muscles conformed to her soft curves as his front melded to her backside. Feeling his lips on her throat was heavenly, but having his hands on her body was downright electrifying. He didn’t bother trying to work the complicated clasp of her dress at the nape of her neck and she didn’t blame him for that. His hands cupped her breasts through the thin material of the blousy bodice and the strapless bra she wore. He squeezed a bit roughly as his teeth nipped at her neck.

“Jack,” she gasped as erotic sensations shot through her from head to toe, targeting all of her erogenous zones. Her cunt clenched tight with her need for him. In anticipation of feeling him inside her.

“Bend forward, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. She rested her forearms on the large mahogany desk as he took a small step back to accommodate her. “Spread your legs for me.”