Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)

She giggled. “You have the devil’s libido.”

“Told you it’s been a long time since anyone has captured—and held—my interest. Help me make up for lost time.”

Grinning, she said, “Okay. Feel free to use my body ‘til you’re satisfied.”

Jack’s lips slid over hers and he said, “You sure you want to give me that kind of free rein?”

She shivered in his arms. Her smile said she relished the idea of being the recipient of his sexual attention. “You have something kinky in mind?”

He shook his head. “Just want you sprawled across my bed, naked and wet and begging me to fuck you harder.”

Her knees seemed to shake. “Jesus, Jack,” she said. “You could probably make me come just by talking dirty to me.”

His cock twitched, springing to life again. “We’ll try that later. In the meantime, tell me you’ll be in my bed when I get home tonight.”

“After the picture you just painted, how could I refuse?”

“Good.” He released her and scooped up his shirt. “Just remember to lock the door behind you.”

Her brows knitted together. “What’s with the Ft. Knox security? I thought small towns were supposed to be safe and friendly. The last place in America you could leave the car doors unlocked without worrying someone’s going to steal your stereo or Cole Porter CDs.”

Jack laughed. “We’re a little more progressive than that. Cole Porter,” he said under his breath with another deep chuckle. “Even small towns have their bad elements. I don’t like the idea of anyone helping themselves to my property.”

Yes, at the moment, he considered her to be a part of that category. Tarzan was still in the house.

“So, you’ll be there, right?” he asked.

She stared at the key in her hand. “This is a little awkward. I mean… It’s your house.”

“I’ve got nothing to hide,” he said. And realized he’d posed the statement as a challenge.

Manhattan got the gist. “Neither do I, but…” She shook her head, as though clearing away whatever thoughts invaded her mind. “I like that this is something casual. So all of my questions are just…they’re inherent. You know, part of getting to know someone. And the people in this town. Nothing serious.”

His eyes narrowed on her. “You saying that for my benefit, sweetheart? Or for yours?”

She stared at him.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head again. “I had it in my mind that when I came to town, I was going to be cautious. But since I met you… I really haven’t been.”

Jack gave this some thought, remembering how he’d pegged her when he’d met her as being complex and high-maintenance. A woman needing to put distance between her and whatever haunted her. The thought didn’t bug him, just forced him to consider what had her so skittish.

She didn’t do the one-night thing. She liked that there was some substance behind their fucking. But nothing too overwhelming or commitment-oriented. His asking her to meet him at his house unnerved her. Too much in too little time?

He raked a hand through his hair. No one would ever accuse him of lollygagging. When he wanted something, he went after it. So he said, “Seems we’ve got the right chemistry.”

She smiled. “Yeah. We do. I’m just…trying to maintain perspective.”

“I’m not good at curbing my desires.”

“Surprisingly, neither am I.” She seemed to give the situation a little more thought, then laughed softly. “And you’re very persuasive.”

She leaned in to give him a quick peck. But as soon as their lips touched, Jack pulled her against him again and turned the simple gesture into another blazing-hot kiss.

When he pulled away, she swayed a little on her feet, causing her to grip his arm. “Wow,” she muttered, her eyes still closed. “You could melt a glacial epoch with that kiss.”

“Takes some friction to create fire.” His thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy lips, was meant to prove his point.

“Yeah, well. If we’d been on the Titanic, icebergs wouldn’t have been a problem.”