Too Hot to Handle (Jackson Hole 2)

“Christ, you’re so gorgeous,” he growled.

She hesitated, her eyes darting up to find him watching.

“Don’t stop. Please. Suck me, Merry. Take me.”

Merry closed her eyes and pretended he wasn’t watching. She concentrated on getting him off, pressing her tongue along his shaft and loving the taste of his arousal against her, loving the way his dirty words shivered along her nerves. He urged her on in a hushed rasp that gave her the confidence to take him deeper.

“God, I’m going to come,” he said. “Merry… You have to…”

She’d never done that before and had never even wanted to, but today was a fantasy. Today she was someone else. Someone daring and risqué, so she moaned around him and sucked harder.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Yes.” His hips pushed up and she tasted him on her to

ngue as he came. She swallowed, then again and again, amazed at herself even as she did it. Amazed that she wanted it and she’d taken what she wanted.

Shane whispered her name. She felt his fingers tremble against her head as she rose up. Her cheeks were already warm with embarrassment, but he looked at her with an openness she’d never seen in his eyes. “That was…so fucking good.”

She tried to bite back a grin. “As good as your fantasies?” she asked, then wished she hadn’t. What if he said no? What if he—?

“Considering how damn hot and sweet your mouth was…about a thousand times better than my fantasy.”

He buttoned his pants, then reached behind her seat, giving her a chance to hide her ridiculously pleased smile. Good Lord, was she really proud of herself over a blow job?

“Hey, I’m sorry about, um… Or thanks for… Ha. What I mean is, do you want a drink?” He offered her a bottle of water still cold and wet from the cooler.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks burned, but that had no effect on her grin. “Aren’t you a gentleman? You keep these around just for emergencies like this?”

He laughed and scrubbed his hands over his face. “No, that was a first. I can assure you the water is strictly for work, but I’ll make an exception in your case.”

“Hey, thanks.”

He watched her until she squirmed, then winked and started the truck. “Let’s get you home. Your turn.”

Your turn. That was one hell of a promise. She couldn’t wait.

Still grinning, she leaned her forehead against the window and watched long shadows slide by in the light of the sunset. This may have been the perfect day, the call from her cousin excepted.

Crap, she’d forgotten about that. She shot Shane a look and wondered if she should ask. But hell, why not? He’d made her day with that surprise. Maybe even her year. And he was probably in a pretty good mood at the moment. It only took her twenty minutes of silence to work up the nerve.

“Shane?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to go to a party tomorrow. My cousin’s in town and I couldn’t say no, but I’m supposed to bring a guest…”

His eyebrow rose.

“Would you go with me? I understand if you don’t want to. We’re just friends, so…”

“I’d say we’re a little more than friends.”

“Yes, but we’re not…you know.”

He nodded, and she realized she’d been half hoping he might correct that. Stupid.

“A party sounds fine,” he said. “What time?”

Merry let out a quiet sigh of relief. “Nine.”