So Tough to Tame (Jackson Hole 3)

“Me? I was only doing what you told me.”

His big, deep laugh filled the room and made her heart thump. “Well, if you’re so good at following directions...” His hands spread over her back and he swung her around. “Then lie down.” She found herself suddenly staring at the ceiling, her jeans being stripped down her legs.

“No sex!” she shrieked, laughing almost too hard to form words. She covered herself with her hands in an attempt to keep her panties in place.

“Darlin’, if you think I’m capable of sex right now, I’m truly flattered, but you are very, very mistaken.” As if to make the point, he tugged up his briefs and jeans.

“I just mean, no...you know.”

His dark eyebrows rose. “You don’t want my mouth on you?”

She tried not to groan but couldn’t stop the tortured sound. Oh, she wanted his mouth on her. Everywhere on her.

When he braced himself above her on the couch, his shoulders filled every inch of her vision. “I got it, Charlie. Don’t worry. I’ll be good.”

Was this man made of sex? Everything he said was a dirty promise that ratcheted her up another notch. Yes, he’d be good. No matter what he did. Hell, at this point, he didn’t even have to be better than average. She could get off just on the memory of him coming for her.

Walker kissed her, and when she closed her eyes, she was happy for his beard, because even with her vision dark, she knew who was kissing her. There was no question of it. Aside from the firm softness of his lips and the unmistakable taste of his mouth, there was his beard tracing over her skin. For a moment, the stark heat of his chest pressed against hers, but then he slid to the side, wedging himself next to her on the couch. She couldn’t protest, though, because his hand was at her breast again, teasing and touching.

“Yes,” she whispered against his mouth. Then “Yes,” again when his hand slid lower.

The slide of his fingers down her belly recalled every second that she’d touched him. Every nerve that had fired its eagerness to take him. Her belly sucked in, and then his hand slipped beneath her panties and she gasped at the feel of his rough fingers sliding over her plump, wet flesh.

In that moment, she was so glad she’d kept up waxing. She loved this feeling, of a man’s skin against her bare, sensitive lips. And for Walker, she was already soaking wet, so it felt wicked and delicious and perfect as he stroked her. He brushed her clit and she cried out.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured.

She wanted to protest that it wasn’t that bad, that she didn’t need him that much. But he stroked her again, and she was too busy whimpering like a needy animal. Her hips pushed toward him, urging him on when she was trying to order them to play coy. But they were far beyond coy. Her hips were trying to talk her into doing anything. Anything for Walker and his calloused fingers. Anything he ever wanted.

“Fuck,” she cursed, trying to fight it.

“No. No fucking, Charlie. Just this.”

“Oh, God,” she groaned. She bit her lip, trying to hold back, but she needed to feel him inside her. “Please,” she finally let herself say.

The fingers teasing her clit slipped lower, and then they were pushing inside her, thank God. “Yes.”

Two of his wide fingers stretched her and she gasped her relief.

“Is that better?”

She nodded, clenching her teeth tight against another shameless moan.

“Good,” he whispered against her cheek. He set a slow rhythm for a few strokes, then slid out to touch her again, his fingers hot from her body. This time he didn’t tease. This time he stroked her clit with a steady rhythm that slowly, slowly increased. Charlie’s breathing became shameless panting. Her hips rocked toward every circle of his fingertips.

When he slipped down to push inside her again, she cried out at the pleasure and grabbed his forearm. To make him stop or force him not to... She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that it was torture to feel him inside her when she was so close.

“Shhh. That’s good,” he whispered. “That’s so damn good, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes. Yes.” His fingers filled her so thoroughly that, at that moment, she couldn’t even imagine taking his thick cock inside her. Just this was all she could handle. She was overwhelmed with each push of his hand, everything too tight and full, her nerves stretched past tension into

something like torture.

He shifted his body a bit farther from hers, changed the angle of his arm and then his thumb was rubbing her clit while he pushed his fingers deep into her, and that was all it took. A few circles of his thumb and her nerves gave up all that tension in a shock wave of pleasure. And then another, and another. She couldn’t hold back her screams as she came harder than she had in years. Her world shuddered and shook. Her throat went hoarse.

From just a little foreplay.

Holy God, sex with Walker was going to be so good.