Too Hot to Handle (Jackson Hole 2)

He shot her an incredulous look. “I assume that’s not a real question.”

“What? I wouldn’t want you to lose respect for me.” She couldn’t keep a straight face.

He growled.

When she stopped laughing, she nodded. “Okay, I’ll try it if you’re into that sort of thing.”

“Oh, you’re hilarious. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“Yes.”

He shook his head. “You’re kind of insufferable when you’re this happy.” But he reached for her knee and squeezed it.

“And sexy?” she asked pertly.

“Yes.” His hand left her knee and slid behind her neck. “And sexy.”

He leaned in to kiss her, and Merry was instantly aroused. Actually she’d already been aroused after talking with him about such naughty things. So aroused that she wasn’t even worried about what she’d promised. She didn’t have all that much experience with pleasuring a man with her mouth, but the idea suddenly seemed grand. She’d get on her knees for Shane. Hell, she’d happily get on all fours and bark like a lapdog. Probably not called for, though.

She’d never done it in a car, either. It seemed too public. Too risky. But they were more alone here than they’d be back home. No one to walk in. No one to knock.

She put one hand on his thigh and slid it higher.

“Mmm,” he murmured into her mouth, then groaned more deeply when she pressed her hand to his already thickening erection. She thrilled at the way he swelled harder beneath her touch. She’d never been a sex object before. And she’d never, ever been the aggressor. It was a newfound power to make a man like Shane Harcourt shift beneath her touch as if he were restless for more. More of her.

She stroked him, torturing him, teasing him. God, he was so gorgeous. She’d never really thought of a naked man as gorgeous before, but now that she’d seen Shane naked and wet and stroking himself, she felt greedy for the sight of his cock.

“God, you’re a tease,” he moaned.

“Who says I’m teasing?” she whispered, not quite believing those seductive words had come from her.

He pressed himself harder against her hand as his head fell back against the headrest. “Stop.”

“You want me to stop?”

“If you don’t stop, you’re going to have to finish.” His laugh was tense, but Merry wasn’t laughing.

She reached for his belt buckle. “Don’t you want me to finish, Shane?”

His eyes popped open and he looked at her.

She slipped his belt free and tugged at the buttons of his fly.

“Oh, hell, yes, I want you to finish,” he growled just as her hand closed over his thick shaft. He tilted the seat back a little, very generously giving her more room.

She smiled and told herself she wasn’t nervous as she ducked her head.

“Oh, God,” he breathed before her mouth even touched him. “Merry.”

She could do this. It wasn’t that difficult. And surprisingly, it really wasn’t. Because this time, just the sight of him and the scent of his skin and Merry’s mouth was watering. It wasn’t awkward at all as she closed her lips around him. In fact, she sighed with pleasure and felt almost greedy as she took him in.

There was something strangely powerful about this. About making a big strong man like Shane sigh. About making the breath hiss from his throat when she sucked. She glanced over to find that he’d wrapped one big hand around the handle of his door and his knuckles stood out white against the skin.

“Oh, Jesus, Merry,” he whispered. “God, that feels so good.”

She would’ve smiled if she’d been able to, but her mouth was stretched around him. There was no chance she could take all of him, but she did her very best, and was rewarded with a panted curse as his hips jumped a little. This was actually…fun. And she was nearly squirming with excitement.

His hand slipped over her hair, then pulled it back from her face.