Too Hot to Handle (Jackson Hole 2)

She’d pressed her thighs tight together, as if she wanted to hide from his gaze, but that only made him want her more. Made him want to tease her, coax her, touch her until she lost all sense of modesty and begged him.

The thought of that made every nerve in his body strain toward her. He wanted to shove his jeans down, free his cock and be inside her now. He needed it. But he clenched his jaw and lay beside her again.

Slow. Slow.

Her eyes were still closed, as if she didn’t want to see him, but this time when he touched her, she sighed with relief and her legs parted. He stroked her, coaxing those gorgeous soft sounds from her again, but this time, when her hips tipped desperately up, Shane slid a finger inside her.

She cried out, and his heart tripped over itself. She was hot and wet and tight around his finger, and Shane groaned. Oh, God. How had he imagined he could go without this? How could he have walked away?

He pushed slowly in and out of her, feeling her relax for him. He tipped his head down and kissed her neck as he eased another finger inside her. God, she was tight. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he slipped out and touched her clit again, circling her with his wet fingers until her hips pushed toward him again. When she seemed desperate, he eased his fingers deep, loving the way she cried out.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” he whispered.

She nodded, her lips pressing tight together to try to stop a moan.

He smiled against her skin. For once, Merry was speechless. Working his fingers slowly in and out, he listened to every sigh, every trapped groan. She didn’t want him to hear, but he needed those sounds. He fed on them until he couldn’t think anymore, until her hips worked rhythmically to take his fingers deeper. She was so wet for him. So lost.

“I want to be inside you, Merry.”

She nodded again, eyes still squeezed tightly shut.

Shane unbuttoned his jeans and dug a condom from his wallet as he toed off his boots. When he was finally naked, he eased between her legs. “Merry.”

She kept her eyes shut, but her hands clasped his back to pull him closer.

His cock brushed her heat and Shane had to close his own eyes for a moment, fighting the impulse to surge forward, to take her like some caveman staking a claim.

“God, Merry.” He took himself in hand and stroked his cock over her. “Open your eyes.”

She shook her head. “Please, just…” She gasped when he dragged himself along her clit.

“Look at me. Please. Look at me.” He needed that. Needed her to know who was inside her. Needed to see her eyes as her body took him in. No one had touched her this way in so long, and he wanted to know that she’d chosen him.

Her eyes finally fluttered open. She watched him with worry or doubt or some other sorrow. He notched himself against her and pushed gently in. “Shane,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

He hissed at the feel of her. The tightness and heat that squeezed him until it was a pleasure close to pain. He eased out after only a couple of inches and pushed slowly in.

“Oh, God.” She sighed. “Yes. Just… Yes.”

Yes. Hell, yes. He pushed deeper and deeper still, slowly sinking himself inside her delicious body. “Jesus,” he growled, “you feel so damn sweet.”

“You feel…big.”

He couldn’t believe she could drag a laugh from him at this point, but she did. “Is it okay?”

She nodded and buried her face in his neck, but he couldn’t complain that she’d looked away. He needed to look away himself. If he kept watching the gorgeous pleasure on her face, he’d come right away.

Slow, he reminded himself. Go slow.

And he was glad for that, because she responded to every slow slide of his cock like it was a wonder. She sighed and gasped and made a sexy humming sound that shivered over his skin. And she was so damn wet that he knew he didn’t need to be careful, he knew it’d be good for her no matter what. He kept a slow pace, but he took her harder, deeper.

She threw her head back and pulled her knees up so he could settle deeper into her body. “God,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “That’s so good.” He pressed her knee higher and fucked her harder, loving the way she cried out for him, loving that she wanted more.

He raised up on his arms to look down at her, and that was a brutal mistake. The sight of her was too much. Her white skin and dark nipples and her lip caught between her teeth as she fought for her pleasure. It was an image he’d never forget. Sweet Merry, wicked and wanton as she took his cock.

Fuck. His body tightened in warning. But he couldn’t come yet. Not yet.

Shane pressed her knee back down to his hip and slowed his strokes. He eased his body higher on hers, changing the angle until he could feel his shaft rub tight against her every time he thrust. A trick he’d learned from an old lover, and he was damned thankful for it now.