Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)

He chuckled as his lips grazed hers. “God’s honest truth,” he said. “I may not worship on Sundays, but I don’t lie, darlin’.”

She believed him.

He kissed her in the way that only Jack Wade could. Until she was so hot she could barely stand the remainder of clothing on her body.

“Get me naked,” she said as she tore her mouth from his.

Jack didn’t say a word, just unzipped and slipped her boots off, rolled each stocking down her thighs and then reached for the thin straps of her thong at her hips. She lifted herself off the vanity again and he dragged the damp panties down her legs. Her skirt followed.

“Better?” he asked.

“You tell me.”

“I already did. I like everything off you.”

“Yeah, me too.”

“But again…” he said in a low, intimate tone. “Impossible not to act on it.”

He knelt before her as his hands spread her legs wide. His tongue swept over her sensitive pussy lips, making her squirm on the counter where she was perched.

“God, Jack,” she mutte

red. “You’re like a jumpstart to a dead battery.”

He chuckled, his warm breath teasing her moist skin, making every inch of her tingle. Her nipples puckered and her chest rose and fell sharply as his tongue licked her clit, slow and languid at first. As her breathing picked up, he suckled the swollen bud, then feverishly flicked it with his tongue until she was panting loudly and weaving her fingers through his thick hair.

“Christ, Jack,” she whispered. “You are so good at that.”

He pushed a long finger deep into her wet cunt, making her cry out. He continued to lick and suck her clit as he finger-fucked her. Her legs spread wider and her ass lifted off the counter. She pressed herself against his mouth, wanting everything he had to offer.

“That’s so incredible,” she said. “I’m going to come.”

He thrust a second finger into her cunt and her head fell back on her shoulders.

“Oh God, yes!” Fire roared through her body as that explosive sensation she was now intimately familiar with lit her insides. “God, that is so good!”

Her inner thighs quivered. Her stomach flipped. Her heart soared.

She desperately wanted to insist they go into the bedroom and fuck like bunnies all night long. But as her orgasm ebbed, Liza remembered she’d had something else in mind for the evening and needed to stick to her plan.

She already knew the Jack Wade that walked around town with his head held high, strong enough to say what was on his mind and defy the restraints others tried to place on him.

She already knew the Jack Wade who was a passionate, generous lover.

Then there was the Jack Wade who felt fiercely protective of those he cared about and deemed worthy. Including her.

But what about the Jack Wade behind all that? Who was he, really, and what thoughts consumed his mind?

Tonight’s bath was all about getting a little closer to the man she didn’t yet know.

Slipping off the counter as he stood, she said, “You test the water temperature. I’ll be right back.”

There were three candles on the coffee table for decorative purposes, but they’d work for romantic purposes as well. She nabbed them from the table and headed back into the bathroom, spacing all three along the ledge above the tub that also served as a barrier between it and the glass-enclosed shower stall. She found matches in the drawer beside the stove and lit the candles as Jack eased into the tub.

“Nice,” he murmured.

His eyes were on her, so she wasn’t sure if he was talking about the water or her nudity. She suspected the latter, given his intense gaze.