Nice mouth. Decadent. Sexy. Just right for lovin’.
Liquid fire surged through his veins. He pulled her even closer so that their bodies almost touched. “Dance with me.”
Her body melted against him, unashamed and willing. Through thick, feathered lashes she peered up at him. “Love to.” Her sensual voice was fuel to the flame raging inside him.
So, the city girl wanted a cowboy tonight. Lucky for him, he was just the man to make all her fantasies come true. In fact, if he knew his grandfather, JD had the entire weekend to satisfy all her dreams. His grandsire’s philosophy was to never make a snap decision. The man preferred to take a couple days to scrutinize every aspect of a deal. For once JD was glad for his grandfather’s diligence.
JD couldn’t wait to feel Stella in his arms.
As they made their way through the throng, the gentle sway of her hips turned every male’s head. On the other hand, the local ladies were frowning big time. Damned if the attention she received didn’t turn him on.
When their feet struck the dance floor, he possessively placed one hand to the small of her back and grasped her other hand in his. Their gazes locked, and then the music began, a slow rousing beat. He couldn’t have asked for a better choice of song as he moved his feet and she followed. Self-assured and elegant, she floated lightly across the floor. Amazingly, each step was executed in unison as though they had been dancing together for years.
On a turn their bodies came together. With his cheek next to hers, he inhaled her soft feminine scent. He increased the pressure at the small of her back, holding her tight against him. A grin found its way to his mouth when she didn’t pull away. His palm slid lower, riding the gentle swell of her ass. They were so close now he felt the rapid beat of her heart, her elevated breathing. The lady was aroused. On another turn he wedged his thigh between her legs and ground his hips in time to the music.
She gasped. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips and drawing his attention. He leaned into her, capturing her mouth.
Soft and pliant, her lips parted and invited him to taste. His tongue slipped between her lips and in the next minute he found himself tumbling into heaven. There was no innocence in her caress as she sucked on his tongue, pulling him farther inside her heat. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss. She released his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back with fervor.
The sultry glance she gave him as the caress ended made his heart flutter. For a moment they just stood there, and then they began to dance again. Damned if she wasn’t fucking him with her eyes, mirroring the unquenched desire he knew reflected in his own eyes. When she rubbed against his thigh, his cock hardened even more with anticipation.
“Darlin’, you’re playing with fire.” The growl came from his diaphragm.
Long eyelashes brushed her cheeks. “Who’s playing?” she whispered seductively.
His pulse sped. “Your place or mine?” He almost choked on the last word. She had already been to his place once tonight. Shit. Every muscle inside him clenched. JD could see their night of ecstasy screeching to a halt.
“Mine,” she said without hesitation.
A breath of relief eased from his lungs. Taking her hand in his, he began to lead her through the crowd.
When he pushed open the door a fresh breeze swept over the pine trees, washing away the scents of the bar. People were hanging around outside. Several of his friends nodded, giving him a grin of approval. They stopped in front of a black Lexus, and a warning sign flickered in his mind.
Materialistic and superficial. City girl.
Everything he was against, but his body didn’t seem to be cooperating. Instead of releasing her, he trapped her against the vehicle, one arm on each side of her. Lowering his head so that their lips almost touched, he asked, “Where are you staying?”
“Marriott.” Her warm breath brushed over his face.
“Springhill?”
“Yes.” She closed the distance between them, pressing her lips and body to his.
He tasted the sweetness of her kiss again. As her hips moved seductively across his, a twinge erupted in his groin. He moaned into her mouth. He couldn’t wait to strip her naked and feel the warmth of her surrounding him. Breathlessly he broke the caress and stepped aside.
“We’ll take your car and come back for my truck in the morning.” It might have been presumptuous of him to think he’d be spending the night, but instinctively he knew that one taste of her would not be enough. He reached for the door and allowed her to crawl inside before he moved around the vehicle and started to enter. Several boxes strewn over the seat stopped him. “Shopping?” Each package contained his family’s crest, a large T in Roman script.
“No. Gifts from a potential client.” She grew quiet. Then she twisted the key and the engine started. When she looked at him again her expression grew serious. “I’m only passing through.”
He read her unspoken words clearly. Tonight was for pleasure, nothing more.
One night—no commitments. Exactly what he wanted too.
Chapter Two
Seconds after the hotel door opened to Stella’s suite she found herself locked in the dark-haired cowboy’s warm embrace. JD’s large frame folded around her, consuming her thoughts as his lips caressed her bare shoulder. She traced her palms along bulging biceps wrapped in a cotton T-shirt. Curling her fingers, she pulled his shirttail from his jeans. The growl that came from deep in his throat thrilled her. There was something untamed and rugged about this man as he stared down at her with a predatory glint in his eyes. Without a doubt she knew this night would be one for the memory books. She skimmed her hand up the best six-pack she had ever felt.
Mmmm… Solid. Defined. And oh so sexy. She inhaled JD’s musky scent along with the disinfectant used to cleanse the room.
A gentle tug at her back caught her attention as the zipper of her dress fell in a whisper. The silky material teased and tantalized her skin on a path to pool at her feet until she wore nothing but stilettos, a strapless red bra and matching lacy panties that rode high on her hips. Delicious chills raced up her spine. When he stepped back to assess her, a tremor of anticipation shook her. Standing in the middle of the room with a complete stranger staring at her, she felt exposed and wanton.
He jerked his hat off and tossed it upon the coffee table. “Damn, darlin’. You’re beautiful.” There was no hesitation as he removed his shirt to display a muscled chest and dusting of dark hair that swirled around his bellybutton before dipping low to disappear into his jeans.
Her pulse leaped. “You’re not so bad yourself, cowboy.” He was even better looking in full light. Rich black hair cut short on the sides, but long on top to reveal natural waves that framed an almost square face with an obstinate jaw and eyes bluer than this morning’s Montana sky. Yet it was the sex appeal he exuded that made her heart race as if she’d run a hundred-yard dash. It had been way too long since she’d had a man. The thought of taking him to bed made her nipples grow taut and heat release between her thighs.
Unable to resist, she reached for his belt buckle and pulled him to her. “Show me more.” Her voice dropped an octave.
His eyes grew smoky with desire. “Yes, ma’am.” Taking her hand off him, he unfastened his buckle, button and zipper. She looked down to see his cock push against his skivvies. A dot of moisture on the white cloth gave her the incredible urge to taste him. Visions of her mouth wrapped around him, sucking until he burst, danced in her mind. Wings of arousal fluttered low in her belly.
Instead of revealing himself to her, he sat on the small loveseat and reached for a boot. With a tug he removed the shoe and sock, before reaching for the other. There was no hurry in his movements as he set his boots neatly to the side. The mischief on his handsome face told her he was teasing her, building the storm of need inside her that apparently glowed like a beacon.
Lord knows it was working.
She swallowed hard, waiting—wanting.
> When he raised his hips and pushed his jeans and underwear down around his ankles, “Oh sweet Jesus” slipped from her mouth. Warmth rushed her face. Shamelessly she pinned her gaze on his rock-hard erection arching against his belly. He had to be eight, nine inches at least. He crammed his hand in his jeans pocket and extracted a condom before he tossed the pants aside.
Stella took several steps toward him and then stopped.
What a gorgeous specimen of masculinity. She had never seen anything like him in the throngs of New York.
He took a moment to sheathe himself before he spread his arms along the top of the couch. There was wicked playfulness in his expression. “Your turn.” His cock twitched invitingly.
A burning ache spread throughout her body. Without any hesitation she reached behind her and pinched the clasp of her bra. The scrap of lace fell upon the carpet. The coolness in the room washed over her nipples, creating a delightful sting as they tightened.
“Beautiful.” He lowered one arm, folding his fingers around his erection. Stella inhaled a shaky breath as his hand slid up and down, his hips rising to meet each thrust. “More, darlin’. I want to see all of you.”
Rubbery legs kept her standing as her palms smoothed down her body, igniting sparks of sensation against her skin. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she glided them lower, keeping her gaze on the firm pumping of JD’s hand.
Would he like her Brazilian wax, the landing strip designed into a downward arrow?
When the lacy material slipped over her hips, he released an animalistic growl that made her heart beat faster. Her hands shook as she dragged her panties down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles, leaving her standing in nothing but red stilettos.
His hand stilled. “Come here.” The thickness in his tone swept over her skin like a caress.
She stepped out of her panties, her heels silent against the carpet as she curved around the coffee table toward him. One knee on the couch, she spread her legs and straddled him. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she lowered her body. The moment his cock touched her sex, moisture anointed him. She stopped to enjoy the tingles rippling through her.
“Mmmm…” He ran a finger between her breasts, straight to the small line of pubic hair. “I like this.” He fondled the arrow, tracing it several times before he dipped lower, skimming across her clit.
She flinched as thunderbolts shot upward from her core. “Oh.” The word burst upon a gasp.
He didn’t smile, but his eyes sparkled. “Wet. I like that in my woman.”
Stella couldn’t remember any man referring to her as “my woman”. It had a nice ring to it. She stared into his dreamy eyes and thought, For tonight I am yours, cowboy.
His warm hands settled on her waist. “I want to feel all of you.” Slowly he guided her down so that the head of his cock parted her sex.
Oh. God. Yes.
She wasn’t sure he’d fit. For a moment there was resistance. His hips rose and with more tenderness than she expected, he took the time to ease in, until he was seated so deep he was all she could feel. Her breath caught at the fullness.
His touch was firm but gentle as he caressed his palms from her waist up her rib cage, skimming the undersides of her breasts, and then back. “Damn, darlin’, you feel good.” He nudged her nose with his before he brushed his mouth across hers, once, twice. Seductively he nibbled on her bottom lip. She leaned into him, wanting a real kiss. Their gazes connected in an exchange of heat and passion. Feather light, he drew his tongue along the seam of her lips and then he pushed. When her lips parted, he pressed his mouth to hers in a long, consuming kiss that made every bone in her body soften. Her arms slid around his neck and she held on.
There was no denying the man could kiss. He didn’t demand—he tempted her, thrusting in and out to conquer, releasing power so arousing she became lost within it. Her breasts swelled, ached for more, and more was what she got as his tongue swept across her mouth, leaving no area untouched.
When the caress ended, she eased back and licked her lips, tasting his dark desire. The slight adjustment of her hips pushed him deeper. The sensation was so exquisite, she started a slow, sensual rocking.
Strong hands held her stationary. “Don’t move.” The hardness in his tone rang an order, not a request. For some reason that made her hotter and the need to move even more desirable.
JD looked at the woman straddling him as he sat on the sofa stark-ass naked. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, drawing his attention to her rosy nipples. His mouth watered to taste them. He could fuck her hard and fast, right here—right now. Then again, the fire in her eyes said she expected this cowboy to give her more then a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am ride. No. There was something in her passionate expression that demanded she be loved all night long, and he was just the man to fulfill her dreams.
His palms smoothed up her back, feeling the coolness of her hair float across his hands. Her skin was as silky as the long tresses he ran his fingers through before fisting his hands to pull her head backwards. Her mouth parted on the sweetest sound of surprise, but the flames flickering in her eyes said she enjoyed her lovin’ a little on the rougher side.
“Like that, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
Leaning forward, he licked a path over one of her nipples, felt it bead against his tongue. He took the nub into his mouth, sucked long and hard, before scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin.
She flinched, inhaling a sharp breath. Her neatly groomed nails bit into his shoulders. Her hips moved against his once again as if she couldn’t control herself. This time he gave her rein.
The ride began slow and seductive. Each voluptuous sway of her body set his heart to flutter. Her breasts gently bounced and he brought his hands up to cup their soft weight. Rolling each nipple between his fingers, he squeezed and tugged. Heavy eyelashes brushed against her cheeks. The sultriest expression fell across her beautiful face as she increased the rhythm, fucking him hard and fast.
Blood rushed his groin. His toes curled against the carpet. He fought the incredible sensation. “Damn, darlin’—” Liquid fire shot up his dick, stealing his breath. Every muscle in his body tensed in his effort to keep his orgasm at bay. With his hands at her waist, he moved her quickly off his lap and onto her feet.
Her eyes sprung wide with surprise.
In a heated rush he rose and adjusted them so that he stood behind her. A pang rang through his lower midsection. He wouldn’t last long. “Put your knees on the couch and grab the back.”
In nothing but red stilettos she knelt and bent over.
Holy shit!
His hungry gaze followed the delicate line of her body. She was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. A taut ass and the delicate arch of her back made him impossibly harder. For a moment he couldn’t move, only stand there and breathe in her essence.
When she glanced over her shoulder, those honey eyes turned to molten gold, tightening his chest. He found himself drowning in them as if she weaved a spell around his heart and was reeling him in hook, line and sinker.
Then her perfect lips parted. “Fuck me, cowboy.”
She boldly wiggled her ass. A deep groan formed in his chest. He swallowed hard. The way she watched him move behind her made his balls draw flush against his body. He placed his hands on the swell of her hips, leaned in between her splayed thighs. One thrust and he buried himself deep inside her wet haven. He didn’t move. Instead, he held their bodies together and relished how right she felt.
Control barely within his grasp, he started a slow, steady pace. “Is this what you want?”
A primal cry of satisfaction met his question before she screamed, “Yes.” Her hands gripped the back of the couch.
His fingers pressed into her hips as he watched his cock slide in and out of her warm, wet pussy. Damn. Their bodies coming together was so arousing goose bumps spread across his skin. Pressure built at the base of his cock. His hips pumped har
d and fast. The musky scent of sex filled the air. He couldn’t get enough.
A whimper pushed past her lips. The tightening and release of her inner muscles signaled the beginning of her orgasm. A particularly strong contraction squeezed him. Her head fell back in a waterfall of golden-brown hair and her lips parted on a gasp. The next time she looked at him flames of desire stared back. With her insides clenched greedily around his cock, he shoved a hand between her legs, found the beat of her sex and stroked.
“Oh God,” she breathed.
Each thrust was deep as he ground his hips against her ass. The tremor that quaked through him felt like a dam bursting. His body jerked once, twice, and liquid fire ripped from his erection. Another groan rose from deep inside him, mixing with her cries. Over and over her pussy spasmed, leaving his knees weak, his mind and body spent. It took all he had to step back and ease from her warmth.
Offering her his hand, he assisted her off the couch. Without hesitating, she turned into his arms. The awkwardness that usually occurred after sex with a complete stranger was surprisingly absent. She gazed at him with such tenderness that he held her a little closer—a little tighter. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he heard the soft sigh she released as she tipped her head back and glanced up at him.
He kissed her briefly on the lips. “Let me clean up, and then we’ll take this party into the bedroom.” Cupping her ass, his fingers closed around the globes, squeezing. “I haven’t had enough of you.”
The cutest grin spread across her face. “I like the sound of that.” She stepped out of his arms, heading for the kitchenette that sported a coffeemaker, microwave and a mini-bar. Turning toward the bathroom, he heard her open the refrigerator. “Do you want something to drink? I think there’s a beer in here.”
Before he closed the door, he said, “Sure.” He took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror. The truth was written in his worried eyes. He closed them briefly then switched the water on, thrusting his hands beneath the cool spray to splash and rub his face. Letting this one go would be difficult. There was something special about her, something that made his insides knot. Quickly he cleaned up and re-entered the room.
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