DevilinTexas

by Calista Fox

  “Looks like it’s a date,” Liza said.

  “I’ll call Ruby in the morning to make the reservation,” Jess told them all. “It gets busy in the evenings.”

  “Seven o’clock?” George asked.

  “That works for us,” Jack said. Then he added, “Well, it’s last call.”

  The Mills finished their cocktails, said their goodbyes and left. Liza moved back to the bar. As the evening began to wind down at the saloon, she anticipated the opportunity for things to heat up afterward.

  Chapter Eleven

  When the bar closed, Jack said, “I’ve got a few closing chores tonight. You want to wait with me?”

  “Sure.”

  Following him down a corridor that housed the restrooms and what she presumed was a storage room, he unlocked the door to his office and stepped inside. She found it interesting how obsessed he was with locking all of his doors. How he’d been impressing that practice upon her too. Must be small Texas towns were no longer impervious to crime.

  As the door closed behind them, Jack pulled her into his arms. “I’ve been waiting all night to kiss you.”

  There was no missing the desire in his voice. From the way his beautiful blue eyes glowed in the soft light from his desk lamp, she suspected he wanted to do a hell of a lot more than just kiss her.

  The thought made little volcanoes of excitement erupt within her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Liza pressed her body to his. His warm lips brushed hers and her eyelids fluttered closed.

  “What about your closing chores?” she asked in a breathless voice.

  “I’ll get to them eventually. After I’ve made you come a time or two,” he said.

  She moaned against his mouth. “You say the sexiest things.”

  “Thought you didn’t like my small talk.”

  Grinning, she said, “Not when you could be doing other things with your mouth.”

  He kissed her, hard and demanding, like he had something to prove. Or was looking for answers in her kiss. She couldn’t tell which and a few seconds later, she didn’t really care. She lost herself in the feel of him, the smell of him, the taste of him. Jack was simply too delicious. It was impossible not to drown in his very essence.

  As his hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and squeezing the cheeks, then moving up her sides to reach in front and palm her breasts, she felt her knees weaken. His fingers shifted again and felt around her backside for the zipper on her dress.

  “No zipper,” she told him as she broke their kiss.

  Jack pushed her tight skirt up to her hips, the material bunching at her waist. While resuming their passionate lip-lock, his hands skimmed down to her bare ass, cupping the cheeks and pressing her body against his. A groan caught in the back of his throat, causing electricity to shoot through Liza.

  She tugged at the hem of his shirt, tucked into his jeans, then went to work on the long line of buttons.

  “Should we lock the door?” she asked as she pulled away and stripped the shirt from him.

  “Locks automatically when it shuts,” he said. “I’m the only one with the key.”

  “Good.” She didn’t want anyone walking in on them. They’d created enough of a stir for one day. And something told her what Jack intended to do to her would burn the rumor mill to the ground if word got out about it.

  Her hands skimmed over his wide chest as his eyes blazed with lust. He kissed her again, then pushed her thong panties over her hips and down her legs. Liza had to shift her hands to his broad shoulders as he sank to one knee and carefully eased the scant material over her sandals so that he could leave the shoes on.

  His hands and his eyes grazed her skin as he slowly stood. “Darlin’, you could knock the stripes off a zebra.”

  She grinned at him as her stomach fluttered. “Glad you think so.”

  “Mm,” he said and practically licked his lips. Liza lost her breath all over again. “Turn around,” he said in his low, intimate voice.

  She did as he instructed without a moment’s hesitation or thought to the request. Her body was already thrumming with excitement at the wide array of ways he could pleasure her. His hard muscles conformed to her soft curves as his front melded to her backside. Feeling his lips on her throat was heavenly, but having his hands on her body was downright electrifying. He didn’t bother trying to work the complicated clasp of her dress at the nape of her neck and she didn’t blame him for that. His hands cupped her breasts through the thin material of the blousy bodice and the strapless bra she wore. He squeezed a bit roughly as his teeth nipped at her neck.

  “Jack,” she gasped as erotic sensations shot through her from head to toe, targeting all of her erogenous zones. Her cunt clenched tight with her need for him. In anticipation of feeling him inside her.

  “Bend forward, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear. She rested her forearms on the large mahogany desk as he took a small step back to accommodate her. “Spread your legs for me.”

  Widening her stance, Liza glanced over her bare shoulder and caught his gaze. His dark eyes shimmered with desire and the hard line of his jaw made his look even edgier. He gave all-new meaning to the term devilish.

  He was downright wicked.

  As they continued to stare at each other, one of his large hands cupped a cheek again. His warm hand moved down and forward, along the cleft of her ass until his fingers grazed her swollen lips. She was already wet, already hot for him. Jack stroked her, back and forth, and then targeted her clit, rubbing it quickly in a circular motion. Her breathing picked up until she was almost panting. He pushed his finger deep into her pussy and she gasped.

  His eyes flashed with lust as his other hand skimmed her hip and moved to the front of her. Two fingers went to work on her clit as the finger in her pussy stroked and pleased, pushing her quickly to what would surely be another powerful orgasm delivered by the sinful Jack Wade.

  He worked her from both sides, with skill and determination. Her gaze broke away from his. Bent over the desk, she dropped her forehead to the soft leather blotter in the middle of it. Her eyes closed. All she wanted was to feel everything he was doing to her. To lose herself in the erotic caresses. Drown in the sounds of his ragged breathing and her sharp pants.

  Her hips pushed upward, lifting her ass further in the air. Jack pushed two fingers into her cunt and she let out a small cry of pleasure.

  “Goddamn, you’re making me hard,” he said on a low growl.

  She couldn’t answer him because he was working her a bit faster and the frenzy of sensations built to a crescendo. Her fingers curled around a piece of paper beneath one of her palms as she cried out his name while she came.

  Jack gave her little more than a few seconds to try to calm her pounding heart and raging pulse. As her body continued to sizzle and snap, he unbuttoned his fly and pushed the material—along with his briefs—down his hips. A tear of a foil packet followed and then his hard cock was thrusting into her and it was all she could do not to scream again.

  “Dear God,” she moaned as her back arched and she ground her ass against him, making him groan again.

  His hands gripped the dip of her waist as he pushed into her, withdrew slightly, then pushed again. His thick cock filled her, sliding easily in and out of her tight pussy because he’d made her so damn wet.

  He felt amazingly good inside her. But Liza wanted more.

  “Fuck me, Jack,” she said as she stared at him over her shoulder. “Harder.”

  His nostrils flared and fire glowed in his eyes. His ruggedly handsome face was set in a mask of concentration, creating hard, edgy angles. He looked damn close to losing control. It was exactly what she wanted.

  “Jack,” she said, her breath coming in heavy pulls. “Give me more.”

  He gave a slight shake of his head.

  “Yes,” she urged. “Please.”

  She literally saw the snap of restraint reflected in his eyes. A wild look flashed in the blue irises and his grip on her
waist tightened. “Hold on, darlin’.”

  Her fingers and palms pressed into the hard wood beneath her as Jack picked up the pace, hammering his hard cock into her, burying himself to the hilt.

  She cried out, the sound deep and throaty and animalistic. It echoed in the quiet room, warring only with the soft slapping of Jack’s thighs against hers.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, thinking she’d never felt anything quite so intense. So raw. So real. “That’s it, Jack. Fuck me hard.”

  “Jesus, Liza,” he said in a tight voice. “You feel so damn good.”

  One of his hands reached around to the front of her again and he rubbed her clit while fucking her. It was too much. This time, it was way too much. She opened her mouth to tell him she couldn’t take his fingers on her while he was pounding into her. It was driving her wild. But suddenly, everything inside of her exploded as she climaxed again.

  Jack grunted as he continued to push deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Her orgasm went on and on and she had a feeling that if he kept this up, she’d come again immediately following this release. In just a matter of seconds…

  “Don’t stop,” she managed to grind out. “Not yet.” Liza squeezed him tight as her pussy thrummed with overly intense sensations.

  Jack growled. “I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up, darlin’.”

  “Just keep fucking me,” she said as her entire body quaked. He jarred her to the core of her being and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever experienced. And, as she’d predicted, she raced toward the finish line again, in record time.

  Another climax built and she said, “Come inside me, Jack. Now.”

  He drove a little deeper and a strangled cry fell from his lips. “Goddamn, Liza,” he groaned, low and deep.

  He shuddered inside her, against her, all around her. Making her come again as she whispered his name over and over while riding the wave of fire that roared through her.

  Liza’s legs gave out on her as she went weak in the knees. Jack held her tightly, his body curling around hers as he continued to convulse inside her. Their heavy panting filled the room. Jack’s hot breath on her neck and his slick skin against hers made her long to be completely naked with him. She wanted to feel every inch of him on top of her, beneath her, inside her. She couldn’t get enough of him, of how wonderful he felt, how wonderful he made her feel.

  When he straightened and slowly withdrew from her, another moan escaped her parted lips. The feel of his hard rod against her sensitive inner walls flared her desire all over again. Or maybe it’d never dimmed.

  She seemed to be in a constant state of arousal with this man.

  Jack’s arm hooked around her waist and he helped her stand, though she was still wobbly on her tall heels. She laughed softly, a little embarrassed. “You made me weak in the knees.”

  “Mine are a bit rubbery too,” he whispered in her ear as his arms wrapped around her and he held her to him, his front to her back.

  She sighed in pure bliss. “You’re one hell of a Welcome Wagon.”

  Jack laughed. “Glad to be of service.”

  “Mm, and then some.”

  Thank God she hadn’t given up on her quest for a hot hookup last night when she’d realized there was only one bar in town. What a shame it would have been to miss out on Jack Wade.

  “Still not done with you,” he murmured as his lips grazed her neck.

  Excitement rocketed through her. “Good to know.”

  * * * * *

  It took several minutes for him to regain his composure. When they were both a little steadier on their feet, Jack released her.

  “You weren’t kidding when you said you aren’t fragile,” he commented as he dragged his briefs and jeans up his legs and over his hips.

  “Not fragile,” she agreed. “But I will admit, I didn’t think I could handle what you were doing to me. At one point, I thought it was too much, but…”

  Jack said, “I would’ve stopped.”

  She quickly shook her head. “No, I didn’t want you to stop. I’ve just never experienced anything like that. Hell, that pretty much goes for everything you’ve done to me.” She blushed at the admission.

  Jack grinned. “Sweetheart, you make me want to try every trick in the book.”

  “Lucky me.”

  He chuckled as he reached for the tiny puddle of black lace that was her panties and handed over the miniscule garment. “Why don’t you meet me at my place after I’m done here?” He extracted a set of keys from his front pocket while she stepped into her thong. He worked a silver one off the rung, then held it out to her.

  “The key to your house?” She stared at his offering for a moment.

  He opened her hand and pressed the key into her palm. “I’ll be twenty minutes behind you. Thirty at the most. Lock the door when you get in and I’ll ring the bell.”

  “It’s your house, Jack. I’m not locking you out.”

  “I don’t like the idea of you being there with the door open, so just humor me, okay?”

  She hedged and he wasn’t sure what that was about. Then again, she had no idea of the significance of him wanting her in his house. He’d never invited another woman in, but didn’t think twice about it with Liza.

  “How about I just wait for you at my cottage?” She tried to hand the key back. He didn’t accept it.

  “I want you in my bed tonight.”

  She let out a low moan. He smiled in triumph.

  Pulling her back into his tight embrace, he whispered in her ear, “I’m already getting hard for you.”

  She giggled. “You have the devil’s libido.”

  “Told you it’s been a long time since anyone has captured—and held—my interest. Help me make up for lost time.”

  Grinning, she said, “Okay. Feel free to use my body ‘til you’re satisfied.”

  Jack’s lips slid over hers and he said, “You sure you want to give me that kind of free rein?”

  She shivered in his arms. Her smile said she relished the idea of being the recipient of his sexual attention. “You have something kinky in mind?”

  He shook his head. “Just want you sprawled across my bed, naked and wet and begging me to fuck you harder.”

  Her knees seemed to shake. “Jesus, Jack,” she said. “You could probably make me come just by talking dirty to me.”

  His cock twitched, springing to life again. “We’ll try that later. In the meantime, tell me you’ll be in my bed when I get home tonight.”

  “After the picture you just painted, how could I refuse?”

  “Good.” He released her and scooped up his shirt. “Just remember to lock the door behind you.”

  Her brows knitted together. “What’s with the Ft. Knox security? I thought small towns were supposed to be safe and friendly. The last place in America you could leave the car doors unlocked without worrying someone’s going to steal your stereo or Cole Porter CDs.”

  Jack laughed. “We’re a little more progressive than that. Cole Porter,” he said under his breath with another deep chuckle. “Even small towns have their bad elements. I don’t like the idea of anyone helping themselves to my property.”

  Yes, at the moment, he considered her to be a part of that category. Tarzan was still in the house.

  “So, you’ll be there, right?” he asked.

  She stared at the key in her hand. “This is a little awkward. I mean… It’s your house.”

  “I’ve got nothing to hide,” he said. And realized he’d posed the statement as a challenge.

  Manhattan got the gist. “Neither do I, but…” She shook her head, as though clearing away whatever thoughts invaded her mind. “I like that this is something casual. So all of my questions are just…they’re inherent. You know, part of getting to know someone. And the people in this town. Nothing serious.”

  His eyes narrowed on her. “You saying that for my benefit, sweetheart? Or for yours?”

  She stared at him.
“I don’t know.” She shook her head again. “I had it in my mind that when I came to town, I was going to be cautious. But since I met you… I really haven’t been.”

  Jack gave this some thought, remembering how he’d pegged her when he’d met her as being complex and high-maintenance. A woman needing to put distance between her and whatever haunted her. The thought didn’t bug him, just forced him to consider what had her so skittish.

  She didn’t do the one-night thing. She liked that there was some substance behind their fucking. But nothing too overwhelming or commitment-oriented. His asking her to meet him at his house unnerved her. Too much in too little time?

  He raked a hand through his hair. No one would ever accuse him of lollygagging. When he wanted something, he went after it. So he said, “Seems we’ve got the right chemistry.”

  She smiled. “Yeah. We do. I’m just…trying to maintain perspective.”

  “I’m not good at curbing my desires.”

  “Surprisingly, neither am I.” She seemed to give the situation a little more thought, then laughed softly. “And you’re very persuasive.”

  She leaned in to give him a quick peck. But as soon as their lips touched, Jack pulled her against him again and turned the simple gesture into another blazing-hot kiss.

  When he pulled away, she swayed a little on her feet, causing her to grip his arm. “Wow,” she muttered, her eyes still closed. “You could melt a glacial epoch with that kiss.”

  “Takes some friction to create fire.” His thigh between her legs, rubbing her pussy lips, was meant to prove his point.

  “Yeah, well. If we’d been on the Titanic, icebergs wouldn’t have been a problem.”

  He smiled at her as her eyelids fluttered open. “I like your way of thinking.”

  “I like your way of kissing.”

  Dipping his head, he kissed her again. His hands cupped her still-bare cheeks because she hadn’t moved her skirt back into place. His erection pressed into her belly, ratcheting up his excitement all over again. He was already rock hard, tempting as she was.