Two-Week Texas Seduction (Texas Cattleman's Club: Blackmail 2)

Shane stepped back and took his time staring at her. She pressed her palms against the tile wall to keep from covering herself, but it wasn’t her lack of clothing that left her feeling exposed. Rather, it was the need for him to find her desirable.

“You are so damned beautiful,” he said, sweeping water from his face and hair. His lips moved into a predatory smile. “And all mine.”

She hadn’t expected such a provocative claim and hid her delight behind flirtation. Setting her hands on her hips, she shot him a saucy grin. “Why don’t you slip out of those wet jeans and come get me?”

Without releasing her from the grip of his intense gaze, he popped the button on his jeans and unzipped the zipper. He peeled off black denim and underwear. Brandee’s breath lodged in her throat at what was revealed.

The man was more gorgeous than she’d imagined. Broad shoulders tapered into washboard abs. His thighs were corded with muscle. The jut of his erection made her glad she still had the wall at her back because her muscles weakened at the sight of so much raw masculinity.

“Come here.” She had no idea how her voice could sound so sexy and calm when her entire being was crazy out of control.

He returned to her without hesitation and captured both her hands, pinning them against the wall on either side of her head. His erection pressing against her belly, he lowered his head and kissed her, deep and demanding. Brandee yielded her mouth and surrendered all control.

This was what she needed. A chance to let go and trust. He was in charge, and in this moment, she was okay with that.

When he freed her hands, she put her arms around his neck, needing the support as he stepped between her feet, widening her stance. His teeth grazed her throat while his hand slid between their bodies and found her more than ready for his possession.

She moaned feverishly as he slid a finger inside her, the heel of his palm grazing the over-stimulated knot of nerves. Gasping, she writhed against his hand while hunger built. She needed him inside her, pumping hard, driving her relentlessly into a massive orgasm.

It was hard to concentrate as he masterfully drove her forward into her climax, but Brandee retained enough of her faculties to offer him a small taste of the torment he was inflicting upon her. She cupped her palm over the head of his erection and felt him shudder.

“Jeez” was all he could manage between clenched teeth.

“We need a condom.” She rode his length up and down with her hand, learning the texture and shape of him. “Now.”

“Yes.”

“Where?”

“Jeans.”

“You’re prepared.” A bubble of amusement gave her enough breathing room to stave off the encroaching orgasm.

“Since I arrived.”

She bit her lip as his hand fell away from her body, but kept the dissatisfied groan from escaping while he took a few seconds to reach into his jeans pocket and pull out a foil-wrapped pack.

“Let me.” She plucked it from his fingers and deftly ripped it open.

He winced as she rolled the condom down his length. Another time, she might have made more of a production of it to torment him, but her body needed to join with his, so she skipped the foreplay.

Almost as soon as she was done, he was lifting her off the floor and settling her back against the wall once more. Brandee stared out the shower door at the mirror that hung over the double vanity. She could just make out the back of Shane’s head and her fingers laced in his hair. Every muscle in her body was tensed. Waiting.

“Look at me.”

She resisted his demand. She needed him inside her, but she couldn’t let him see what it would do to her. This wasn’t just sex. Something was happening to her. In the same way she’d liked having him in her bedroom and found comfort riding beside him out in the pasture, she craved intimacy that went beyond the merely physical.

“Look at me.” His rough voice shredded her willpower. “You’re going to watch what you do to me.”

That did it. She could no longer resist him. Her eyes locked with his. A second later he began to slide inside her, and Brandee began to shatter.

Eight

Shane wasn’t sure what he’d said to make Brandee meet his gaze, but from the way her big blue-gray eyes locked on him, he was certain he’d regret it later. The ache she’d aroused needed release, but he took his time sliding into Brandee this first time. He wanted to remember every second, memorize every ragged inhalation of her breath and quiver of her body.

The first flutters of her internal muscles began before he’d settled his hips fully against hers. Her eyes widened to a nearly impossible size and she clutched his shoulders, her fingernails biting into him. As the first shudder wracked her, it was all he could do to keep from driving into her hard and fast and taking his own pleasure. Instead, he withdrew smoothly and pressed forward again. He watched in utter fascination as a massive orgasm swept over her, nearly taking him with it.

“Damn, woman.” He thought he’d known lust and desire before, but something about what had just happened with Brandee told him he was diving straight off a cliff with nothing at the bottom to keep him from crashing and burning. “That was fast.”