Lyric and Lingerie (Fort Worth Wranglers 1)

Dropping the tray of food on the nearest flat surface that wasn’t a bed, he stepped forward and gently took the towel from her.

And holy shit was she beautiful. And glorious. And absolutely fucking incredible. Despite his recent orgasm, he felt his dick harden to the point of pain, felt his mouth drop open and his tongue all but hang out, like when one of the cartoon characters from his youth saw a pretty girl.

He wrapped one hand around her shoulder and the other arm around her waist. Then he yanked her forward, until all those soft, glorious curves of hers were pressed against all the hard, lonely planes of his own body.

And reveled in the moan she didn’t even try to hide.

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Oh my God. Oh My God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. For long seconds, they were the only three words Lyric could think. Well, except for hot and hard and that feels so good. Oh, and mine. She couldn’t help thinking mine over and over again as Heath pulled her against him and slowly, sexily, lowered his mouth to hers.

For long seconds, that’s all it was. The sweet and tender meeting of his mouth and hers. And then, with the quick slide of his tongue along the seam of her lips, everything changed.

Heath might have initiated the kiss, but she took over in the space of one heartbeat to the next. She slid her hands up the sexy stubble on his jaw, tangled her fingers in the cool silk of his too-long hair, pressed her body against the lean, hard length of his.

Then she opened her mouth, let his tongue slip inside to tease and tangle with her own. And savored every second of it.

Of him.

It had been so long since someone had held her like this, kissed her like this. Even longer since someone had made her body come to life like this. And as he skimmed his own fingers down her back, as he cupped her ass in his big, rough hands, she admitted to herself—only to herself, and only in this moment—that the last time she’d felt like this had also been with him.

Oh, it had been different then, because she’d been desperate for him. Desperate for his touch, his breath, his body, and desperate to get as much of him as she could in the small amount of time that they’d had.

This time, she wasn’t going to do that. She was going to savor every moment she had with Heath Montgomery, so that when it was over—when he walked away—she would have this one perfect memory.

This was forbidden and out of character for her and delicious.

Opening her mouth, she swept her tongue along his lower lip. Softly, sweetly, asking not demanding. As she did, she felt the curve of his lips that told her he was smiling.

It was all she needed to keep her going, to have her toying with the lush fullness of his lower lip before moving on to the sweet indentation in the middle of his upper lip. When they’d been younger, she’d teased Heath about his cupid bow mouth, and he’d always hated it. Had always threatened to bite her with it. Maybe today she’d finally let him make that threat a reality.

She felt him grow hard against her as she nibbled at him, and she reveled in the way every one of his muscles tightened as she teased the corner of his mouth. He opened for her right away, as if he’d just been waiting for her to make the move. Waiting for her to ask. She loved it, loved everything about the way he responded to her. Just like she had always loved him.

The realization swept through her like a wildfire, burning down every defense she’d built against him in the last few years. Twisting her up inside as she realized that no matter how far she’d gotten from her West Texas roots, no matter how much distance she’d put between the two of them, nothing had changed for her at all.

She didn’t know how she felt about it, didn’t know if she could handle how exposed, how utterly naked, she felt at that moment. For a second she thought about backing up, about backing out. About running as far and as fast from Heath as she could get.

But then he lifted his head and looked down at her with concern—with a question—in those black-magic eyes of his, and she knew she wouldn’t be going anywhere. Not right now, when she finally had him in her arms again.

There was a part of her that knew this was going to end badly, that she was going to end up hurting as badly—or worse—than she’d hurt the last time she’d made love with Heath.

Then again, she was smarter now. Wiser. She knew what this meant—and what it didn’t. She wouldn’t be hanging her hopes for a future with him on this one roll in the hay.

But just because she knew how this was going to end—badly—didn’t mean that she couldn’t enjoy it while it was going on. Because say what she would about him, Heath Montgomery knew how to show a woman a good time. And she wanted him to say the same thing about her.

With that thought in mind, she pulled her mouth from his. Skimmed her lips across his strong jaw, down the corded muscles of his neck, over the thick muscles of his pecs as she tugged his shirt free of his jeans and threw it behind her. She smoothed her hands over his eight-pack abs—and the sexy, sexy V-cut that disappeared into the top of his jeans.

And then she went lower still, dropping to her knees in front of him and skimming her lips across his stomach, his navel, and the waistband of his jeans as her fingers fumbled with his button fly.

He groaned a little as he tangled his hands in her hair, and she grinned against his heated skin. Then lowered her mouth to kiss along the perfect V-cut that made her mouth water every single time she’d seen him on television over the last decade.

He groaned again, tried to tug her mouth over to where he wanted it. But she was in no rush to give him what he wanted, not when she was busy exploring every sexy inch of him. Not that she wanted him to beg, but if he did, it would be fun to watch. It was the same game she’d played with him that long-ago night—her working to drive him as crazy as she could without actually taking him in her mouth, and him doing everything he could to convince her to do just that.

“Lyric, darlin’,” he told her in a voice gone deep and dark with desire. “Please. I need you. I need this.”

His pleas shot straight to the heart of her, and she couldn’t resist any longer. Kissing her way back across his stomach, she licked her way down his happy trail and took him slowly, slowly, slowly into her mouth.

He groaned her name out, his voice breaking on the second syllable as his hands clutched at her hair and his body moved restlessly against her.