A Texas-Sized Secret (Texas Cattleman's Club: Blackmail 6)

He smoothed his hand across her baby bump, then bent to kiss both her and the child within. There was so much tenderness in the action, in his eyes, that in that instant, Naomi was lost. Her heart filled to bursting, she felt the sting of tears in her eyes and impatiently brushed them away. She wanted nothing to blur this image of him. Instead, she etched it into her heart and mind so she’d never forget.

He looked up at her, his eyes shining, and all she could think was that she loved him. Beyond friendship, beyond sense, beyond anything. Naomi was in love with Toby. With her best friend.

When had it happened? Had it always been inside her, just waiting to be recognized? And what was she supposed to do about this realization now? If Toby knew what she was feeling, he’d pull away again, and Naomi knew she wouldn’t be able to stand that. So she’d hide what she felt. Keep it locked up inside her so she wouldn’t have the pain of seeing him turn from her.

Reaching for him, she stroked her fingers over Toby’s cheek, then across his lips, defining them with the lightest of touches. There was so much she wanted to say to him and couldn’t.

Finally, though, when she was sure her voice wouldn’t break, she said only, “You’re going to make me cry.”

“Oh, no,” he assured her, giving her a slow smile and a wicked wink. “I’m going to make you scream.”

“Promises, promises,” she said, keeping it light, not wanting him to guess at what she’d just discovered.

“I always keep my word,” he reminded her, then shifted his hand down to cup her center.

Naomi gasped and instinctively lifted her hips, rocking into his touch, wanting more, needing more. And he gave it to her. His thumb caressed that one sensitive spot while he speared two fingers into her heat. Within and without, Naomi felt on fire. She wouldn’t have been surprised to see actual flames licking at the mattress beneath her.

She grabbed at his shoulders, her fingers flexing to hold on as gentle exploration gave way to desperation.

He kissed her, touched her, lavished attention on Naomi’s breasts, her neck, her inner thighs, driving her wild with a kind of need she’d never known before. She’d never thought of herself as particularly sexual, but right now her body was pleading for release and the only man who could give it to her was bent on drawing out the torture of expectation.

“You smell so damn good,” Toby whispered against her throat. “Your scent stays with me everywhere I go.” He kissed her neck, licking, tasting. “You’re there in my sleep, Naomi. I can’t shake you.”

“Then stop trying to,” she told him, and he lifted his head to look at her.

“Yeah,” he said, “I’m done with that. You’re here to stay.”

One breathless second passed, then two before he kissed her, taking her mouth in a celebration of need and passion. God, she wanted to drink him in, drown in him and what he was making her feel. She couldn’t touch him enough. Hair, face, shoulders, back. She loved the feel of his muscles shifting beneath her palms.

Then he moved to kneel in front of her, and Naomi held her breath as he entered her. One long, slow thrust and he claimed everything she was, and she sighed as a shiver slid through her body. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around him and pulled him deeper, higher.

His body moved in hers, in a rhythm that moved faster and faster. She groaned, sighed, at the luscious feel of his hard length taking her so completely. Silently, he offered her more, demanded the same. He looked down into her eyes, and she couldn’t have looked away from that heated stare if it meant her life.

Anticipation coiled in the pit of her stomach as tension settled even deeper within. Naomi moved with him, racing to match his rhythm, rushing toward whatever was waiting for her. Always before, sex had been a quick bout of stress release. A subtle pop of pleasure that had left her mildly satisfied and silently wondering what all the big fuss was about.

Then she found out. His fingertips stroked her core while his body moved in hers, and she shattered, clawing at his back, whimpering his name through a throat so tight air could barely pass. Mind spinning, she held on to him and rode the pulsing flashes of brightness that seemed to blind her.

“Toby!” Her hips were still rocking with the force of that climax, and before she had time to adjust, to understand, he was pushing her past that pleasure to a place she’d never been before.

Her body felt raw, too sensitive, too everything, but Toby was relentless. “I can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head, looking up at him. “I mean, I already—”

“Again,” he said tightly and drove himself deep inside her. He lifted her hips, tossed her legs over his shoulder and went even deeper than he had been.

Naomi wouldn’t have thought it possible, but while her body was still quivering from the most amazing climax she’d ever experienced, she felt it preparing for another. She could barely breathe and didn’t care. Her head tipped back into the mattress as her hands reached for his thighs. She was lifted so high she had no way to match his movements. She was at his mercy, and he was showing none.

Naomi had never been so at the mercy of her own body. She’d never known the kind of ove

rwhelming sensations that were taking her over. Had never been so out of control with a man. Never let any man take her over as Toby was doing. And she hadn’t even guessed that her body could feel so much.

He was unstoppable. Indefatigable. His hips were like pistons, pumping into her, pushing her past all boundaries, all restrictions. Naomi stared up at him, licked her lips and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Not after this. Not after Toby.

“Come on, Naomi,” he whispered, voice low. “Let me watch you fly. Let go, Naomi. Just let go.”

“I am, Toby,” she said breathlessly, as her heels dug into his back. He was battering away the last of her defenses. Tension clawed at her. That first orgasm was as good as forgotten in her body’s rush to claim another.

“Now, Naomi,” he whispered, his big hands holding her bottom, squeezing soft flesh, giving her one more sensation to add to the mix. “Come now.”

She laughed a little, but the sound came out as a sob for air. Her hands slapped at the sheets, clutching the fabric as if looking for a way to hold herself in place. “You’re not giving me a choice. I feel—”