He was driving her insane. Only the occasional thrust of his tongue deep within her heated core or flicking against her aching nub marginally assuaged her building desire. Man, he was skilled at oral sex. She’d never met a man who seemed to get off on tasting her as much as Harm did.
He stopped licking and slid a finger in her sheath once more while he planted a kiss on the curve of her rear end and said in a serious tone, “Do you trust me, Jena?”
Jena was about out of her mind, her body demanding release from the sinfully tortuous path he’d lead her down. “Yes,” she managed to say between pants. In her heart, she knew she did. Her pulse raced as she waited for Harm’s response.
Harm pushed her thighs further apart and slipped something— What was that? A piece of ice?—inside her. “Ohmigod,” she cried out and raised up on her hands and knees as her entire sheath suddenly went from raging hot to freezing cold. Cupping his hand over her entrance, he held her body closed while he slid his fingers back and forth against her clit.
With one hand continuing to work against her sex, he laid his body over her back and used his other hand to tweak her nipple as he kissed her shoulder and said huskily, “Come for me, Jena. Let that tight, warm, sweet tasting pussy of yours melt the ice the way you melt me.”
The cold no longer existed, only hot, pent-up tension remained as Jena moved with the motion of his hand, seeking fulfillment. She whimpered at the clawing need raging within her. But it wasn’t until Harm pulled back and took a long swipe with his tongue against her clit, that she felt the first tremors of her orgasm take over. She moaned and tightened her body, preparing herself.
Before she could come, Harm immediately sat back on the bed and pulled her back against his chest. He groaned, as he slid his cock inside her and lowered her hips over his thighs. Back to chest, soft thighs surrounding his rock hard ones, Jena gasped in sheer delight, lifting herself up and down his rock hard cock, enjoying the full feeling within her sensitized sheath as he rolled her clit between his fingers.
“The next time we make love,” he rasped as his breathing turned labored, “I’m not wearing a damn condom.”
Jena sobbed as her body rocked with the most powerful orgasm she’d ever experienced. Harm had ruined her for all men but him, for she knew without a doubt she was hopelessly addicted to Harm’s hunger.
Chapter Five
Harm awoke the next morning feeling stiff but rested. His head throbbed but it didn’t compare to the jerking of his heart when he saw Jena wasn’t in bed. Her clothes were gone from the chairs as well. He quickly dressed in his jeans. The phone rang and he dove for it, jamming his toe on the kitchen cabinet in the process.
“Hello?” he growled in anger at the pain radiating from his foot.
“Harm?” a male voice inquired.
“Yeah?” He racked his brain, but the voice didn’t sound familiar at all.
“Ty here. I’ve been trying to reach you all night. Man, that was a hell of a storm last night. I’m assuming you and Jena stayed at Sally’s place to ride it out. Did she make up her mind to sign the papers yet?”
Harm’s memories all came flooding back: Jena and he and the elevator. Jena refusing to sign her half of the ranch over to him. The trip to Sally’s place. The storm. The wreck.
“No, not yet, but I’m working on it. We’ll give you a call back in an hour.”
As he hung up the phone, Harm felt like he’d been sucker punched in the gut. Anger, his first reaction, was quickly replaced by fear. The idea that all they’d shared last night was nothing more than a fantasy, made him feel sick to his stomach. His thoughts swirled as they shifted to Jena and her motivations. Why did she create an entire relationship where one didn’t exist? One thing he knew for certain. His feelings for her were very real. Did Jena feel the same or was the things she said last night an act, too?
Noticing her purse still on the table, he assumed she wouldn’t leave it behind. Harm didn’t bother buttoning his pants the rest of the way. To hell with his shirt. He had to find her.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to look far. She stood next to the fence rubbing Flash’s neck and mane. Against the outline of the rolling pastures, Jena made a beautiful picture. Milky skin, the Texas sun shining down on her blond hair as the wind blew the silky tendrils around her.
As he approached, he heard her crooning to Sally’s favorite mare. He’d yet to move the horses. He wanted to own the property outright before he made decisions about them.
* * * * *
Jena jumped when Harm’s hands landed on her hips, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled close, enjoying the warmth of his strong embrace surrounding her, his naked chest touching her bare shoulders.
“How’s your ankle?”
“Much better,” she said and laid her head against his neck. “Sleep well?”
“Yeah, except for being shaken awake every hour, only to be told to go back to sleep.”
Laughter bubbled up at his disgruntled voice. “It was for your own good. You had a mild concussion. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
He kissed her temple. “Do you know you have the sexiest voice? It makes me hard as a rock in record time.”
She chuckled. “And here I thought other parts of my body did that to you.”
His hands covered her breasts and his thumbs brushed across her nipples through the linen material of her dress until they pebbled into hard nubs. “Wouldn’t want these babies to feel neglected, darlin’.” Jena sighed when he slid the straps of her dress down and exposed her breasts to the open air.
When he rolled her sensitized nipples between his fingers, she moaned at his touch, arching back against his hard erection. He groaned and said as he nuzzled her neck, “Remember what I said last night about the next time we made love?” He slid his hands down her thighs. “I want to feel the moisture of your hot, wet skin sliding against my cock, Jena. I don’t want anything between us anymore.”
She stiffened in his arms, guilt assailing her at her deception. Was it wrong when it felt so right with Harm? She was on the pill, so the only chance she’d be taking was between them and their future relationship. When he regained his memory, she hoped he forgave her. His hands clasped her hips, pulling her tighter, seeking a response.
“Yes, I remember.” She pushed back against him, giving him his answer.
Her heart raced, her stomach clenching in excited anticipation as she felt him unbuttoning his pants behind her. Liquid heat pooled between her legs when he lifted the fabric of her dress upward, revealing her behind.
“What a sweet ass.” He cupped her bare flesh and squeezed. “And this g-string is a definite turn on.”
She gasped when he traced his finger down the strap between her checks until her reached her wet center. “I’m glad you approve,” she said breathlessly.
He kissed her shoulder as he slipped his finger inside her. “They’ll be a requirement for the next fifty years or so. But for now,” he pulled her panties down her hips, growling, “I don’t want anything in my way.”
As Jena stepped out of her underwear, the fierceness of his tone, struck a cord within her. She covered his hand on her breast with hers, stilling his movements, and started to turn. She couldn’t continue deceiving him this way. Harm deserved the truth. He clasped his hand firmly on her breast and held her in place as he slid his cock inside her.
Sheathed to the hilt, he whispered in her ear, “I want a wife. I want the two or three or a passel of kids. I want it all and I want it with you.” He withdrew and sank back home once more, causing her breath to hitch in her throat as she grasped the fence for support.
“You never did officially answer the question, so I’ll ask you again.” His broad palmed grip on her hips tightened. “I’ve fallen in love with you, Jena Hudson. Will you marry me?”
The emotions warring within her—guilt, desire, lust, love—they all hiccupped when she realized he’d said her real name.
She looked at him over her
shoulder and whispered, shock making her voice quiver, “When did you get your memory back?”
He regarded her with his dark, probing gaze. “This morning when your brother called to check on us.”
“Oh, God.” She turned away from him, tears stinging in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Harm. I just wanted to give you your fantasy. I hope you can forgive me.”
He clasped her breasts and pulled her back against his chest, saying in her ear, “Only if you’ll say yes, Jena. You have the power to make my fantasy a reality. It’s your decision.”
His words warmed her heart. She let the tears fall. “Yes, Harm. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
“Thank God.” He expelled a breath.
She gave a watery laugh at his obvious relief.
“And by the way, don’t expect me to ever wear a condom again. I don’t care how many kids we have. This feels too damn good to ever go back.”
Jena placed her hands on the fence again and shamelessly pushed against him. “Then finish what you started, cowboy.”
“Happy to oblige, ma’am.” He chuckled and grasped her hips once more as he pulled out and plunged in, deep and hard.
Each thrust took him deeper as if he wanted to stamp himself on her forever. The mere thought made Jena’s heart skip several beats. She arched her back and contracted her muscles, smiling when he groaned at her actions. Her smile faltered and she gasped when he slid his hand down her hip, across her lower belly and found her swollen clitoris, rolling it between his fingers.
“I love you, more than I could imagine possible,” he said, his voice taut with need. “Come for me, sweetheart, the first of many for the rest of our lives.”
And she did, more than once as he rammed into her, the sensations engulfing her body, her climax splintering in tingling waves through her body, the sheer intensity making her shake all over.
Harm pulled out of her and immediately turned her around. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he lifted her up in the air and settled her against his cock. As he kissed her, he slid her sheath down around his erection, slick with her juices.
“Mmmm, not one damn thing compares to this rubbing of flesh against hot, wet flesh,” he groaned out. Cupping her bare buttocks to protect her skin, he leaned against the fence, withdrew and thrust back in, hard and deep. Jena sighed her pleasure over his aggressive coupling. She clasped her legs firmly around Harm’s waist and gyrated her hips, clenching her muscles around him, wanting him aching with need.
“Jena,” he said huskily and she felt his body tense.
She rocked against him once more to send him into orgasm, but he held on, rocking and pressing against her until her own orgasm started. “Yes, Harm, yes!” she screamed, moving with him until they both climaxed.
Harm set her on the ground and silently pulled her back against his chest, wrapping his arms tight around her. She laid her head against his chest and watched the horses running in the lush, greed pasture. “Um, you do know you only have two chances left, right?” As Harm’s chest rumbled with laughter, Jena smiled and whispered, “Thank you, great-aunt Sally.”
* * * * *
“What do you mean, I have to stay on a little longer? I need to get back to Maryland, Jena.” Ty looked about ready to explode as he paced in his hotel room.
Jena reached over and clasped his shoulders, kissing her brother on the cheek. “I need you to give me away at the wedding, silly. And of course, we’ll fly mom here.”
His shocked gaze darted back and forth between them. Harm had to fight the chuckle that threatened to his escape his lips. He kept his expression perfectly composed as he handed Ty a check for his half of Sally’s property. “Looks like we’re going to be brothers, Ty.” He clasped him on the shoulder as a big Texan grin rode his face. “Welcome to Texas. Stay a while and you’ll never want to leave.”
“Heaven help me.” Ty groaned and rolled his eyes.
Jena waggled her eyebrows. “Oh, I don’t know, Ty. Never say never. Texans have a way of growing on you.”
Harm pulled her into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose. “That we do, darlin’. That we do.”
Coming soon from Ellora’s Cave and Patrice Michelle
A Taste for Passion
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