One Wild Texas Night, page 10
She had never known a man as sexy as Jake. Warnings and caution disappeared, overruled by desire. She clung to him, kissing him in return while he held her in his tight embrace.
She ran her other hand over him, tossing back his hat to run her hand through his thick hair, down across his arm, down his back. She felt his fingers moving over her, and then he leaned away, and she opened her eyes to look up at him as he pulled her red T-shirt off to toss it away.
“Jake, we’re outside. There isn’t any privacy.”
“There isn’t anyone for the next five miles in any direction, but it won’t matter,” he said, picking her up easily and turning, taking the steps two at a time to the porch and then carrying her inside as he kissed her.
When his mouth covered hers, she closed her eyes and returned his kiss, forgetting her surroundings, lost in his kiss that made her long for more from head to toe. Giddy with his kiss and being carried in his arms, she held him tightly.
His kisses fanned desire until she wanted him desperately, immediately. As he stood her on her feet, she glanced around. They were in his big bedroom, standing near his bed. It gave her pause, and for a moment she felt that warning of caution set in. Did she want to stop him now before they went far beyond kisses?
She placed her hands on his face, looking up and gazing into his dark brown eyes that blazed with such intense desire that she lost some of her hesitation.
“Jake, I—” But she didn’t get a chance to finish what she was about to say. Her words were stifled by his kiss. As he ravaged her mouth, he unfastened her bra and pushed it away. His big, callused hands cupped her breasts, and his thumbs lightly drew slow circles on her nipples until his lips trailed down and took over. His mouth captured one nipple, his tongue laving it to a hard pebble.
Sensations rippled through her, building her hungry need for his loving.
She knew if she intended to stop him, now was the moment. Did she want to take the risks to her heart that she knew Jake would cause?
She tunneled her hands through his hair. “Jake—” she whispered.
He looked up into her eyes and then leaned down, coming closer to put his mouth against her ear. “You want this,” he whispered, his breath light, tickling her ear. “You want me inside you, hard and fast. I want to make love to you, and you want me to.” As he talked, he shed his clothes, kicking off his boots and socks, peeling out of his jeans and briefs. He’d already shed his shirt.
When he stood before her, naked, she placed her hand against his chest. “Jake, I do want this. I want you. All of you.” She reached down and captured his erection.
Wrapping his arms around her waist, he smiled at her. “Good, because you already feel how much I want you.”
“I think you’re the sexiest man alive. I shouldn’t admit that to you because it can just go to your head...or other parts that might have a bigger reaction,” she said as a smile flickered across her face.
“Come here, beautiful. I want to kiss you until we’re both eager to move to the next stage.” He reached out again to catch her wrist and draw her flush against him.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she said as she went eagerly.
He kissed her neck lightly, arousing her more, driving her mad with need.
“You want my hands on you, don’t you?” he asked her softly, his breath falling lightly on her ear. As he whispered, he cupped her breasts in his warm hands and ran his thumbs slowly over her nipples again, making her moan. She thrust her hips against him, wanting more, wanting him totally and completely. He met her need and made quick work of taking off her pants. His tender caresses made her tremble and shake as her need escalated.
“You didn’t answer me. Do you want my hands on you? Touching you here?” he asked, caressing her breast. Bliss enveloped her while she clung to his hips and her gaze ran over his broad shoulders and chiseled chest. She wanted his hands on her, and he knew it.
“Yes, yes,” she whispered, shoving aside the thought that she might have huge regrets later. “Right now, I want you all over me.” She ran her fingers over his engorged manhood, stroking him, hearing his breath catch.
His body was male perfection, his manhood thick and ready. He rubbed slowly against her, just slightly, a sensual brush of their bare bodies. If he did that to make her more aware of both of them naked and holding each other, he succeeded. That contact was sexy, a body and legs caress that made her intensely aware of their nude bodies.
“Ahh, my darlin’,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he added as he kissed her throat. “You’re beautiful, darlin’. Absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear again. His words thrilled her while his caresses fanned desire into a fiery need for all of him, his tongue, his magic hands, his thick manhood that she could feel pressed against her now.
Still caressing her, he stepped back to take a long, slow look at her. His gaze on her was incredibly erotic, even more so than his touch. He was the lover she thought he would be—deliberate, taking his time to arouse her slowly, looking at her as if she were the most gorgeous woman on earth.
He stepped close again, trailing kisses on her breasts while he slipped his hands lightly down to unfasten her jeans and push them off. When her jeans fell around her ankles, she stepped out of them. She wore her lacy pink panties. Watching her, he hooked his fingers in her panties and slipped them down slowly and then let them drift to her feet. As she looked into his eyes, she stepped out of them while he placed his hands on her hips.
“You’re fabulous,” he whispered. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, one of his sizzling kisses that made her shake.
He picked her up to place her on his bed and then he knelt on the bed beside her, starting at her ankles, running his fingers so lightly over her legs, drifting up to her inner thighs while he trailed kisses where his fingers had been.
He knelt between her legs and leaned down, running his hands lightly on her legs, his tongue trailing along her inner thigh. His tongue swept slowly along her other thigh while his fingers rubbed between her legs. She arched to meet him as he stroked her, erotic strokes that built her need. And then his warm breath spilled over her as he ran his tongue over her intimately.
“Jake, I want you inside me,” she gasped.
“Just wait,” he whispered, sliding his fingers between her legs to stroke and rub her more, building tension.
“Jake, make love to me,” she whispered, moving her hips as he continued to arouse her. “I need you.”
“Oh, Claire, we’re just getting started,” he whispered, his breath hot on the place that yearned for him.
“Ahh, I want you,” she cried, clinging to his strong arms, lost in sensations that increased her desire.
“You like that, don’t you?” he whispered. “You want my tongue where my fingers have been, don’t you?” She didn’t answer him; she couldn’t form the words. She could only feel her body come alive as he gave her what she wanted.
As his tongue continued to fondle her, building pressure and making her want him more by the minute, she gripped the sheets. Desire and need enveloped her. She gasped with pleasure, closing her eyes, moving her hips. As his hands and mouth played over her, she throbbed with the need to have him inside her right now.
She ran her fingers through his black curls, holding him against her, a sizzling tension building in her. When she thought she couldn’t withstand the onslaught any longer, he pulled back from her, and her breath stalled. She watched him step off the bed to get a packet out of his jeans pocket and place it on the table beside the bed. He paused, and his gaze went slowly over her from head to toe as he got back on the bed and knelt between her legs.
She ran her fingers down his thighs as her gaze drifted over him. He was perfection. Broad shoulders, strong arms, chiseled abs, slim hips and a powerful erection. She wanted him with all her being. He had built the need inside her, and now she ached for him.
She sat up and caressed him, showering light kisses over his body just as he had kissed and teased her. Her hands ran over his fascinating strong body while his drifted so lightly over her. Then she lay back down and held out her arms to him.
“Come love me,” she whispered.
As his arms wrapped around her, her heart beat faster. He leaned down, cupping one breast and stroking her nipple with his tongue. His wet tongue moved slowly, drawing circles, exciting her.
“Jake,” she whispered, tingling, closing her eyes and shutting out everything except his hands on her and the feelings sweeping over her from his slow caresses that made her tremble with desire.
Suddenly, she wanted to hold him tightly and kiss him, one of those earth-shattering, unforgettable kisses that left her trembling and aching for more. Kisses to remember, if she wanted to, the rest of her life.
“Jake,” she said again, this time holding his arms till he looked up at her and met her gaze. She slipped her arm around his neck to bring him down for a kiss. The second her tongue touched his, his arm tightened around her. He leaned over her, kissing her, his tongue stroking hers, his kiss passionate, building desire into a flaming need for both of them. Moaning softly, deep in her throat, she knew she had never been kissed like this. She wanted all of him for hours, his hands and mouth all over her. And at the same time, she thought she’d die if she didn’t have him right then.
For a fleeting moment she had a strong feeling that this man would break her heart, but she also didn’t want to stop kissing him. Jake’s kisses and his loving were worth a risk to her heart.
As he kissed her and held her with his arm around her waist, his other hand slipped down her back to her bottom, lightly stroking her, caressing her and then leaning away to slide his hand down her belly and between her legs, his fingers toying with her, arousing her more.
She thrust her hips toward him to give him easier access, spreading her legs farther apart while they kissed, and his hand drifted so lightly over her. His intimate strokes built her need for all of him.
She had made her commitment and now savored his kiss. He took her breath away with his handsome looks, and now his touch made her desperate for so much more of him.
“You’re gorgeous. So incredibly sexy to me. I want you, darlin’. I want you with all my being,” he said in a gruff whisper. “I want to know every beautiful inch of you,” he said, his voice growing huskier as he sheathed himself.
Even though she didn’t believe that she was that fascinating to him, his words thrilled her. “Jake, I want you, too,” she said, her gaze raking over his powerful body, his stiff erection. “I want you inside me now.”
She reached up to lock her hands behind his neck and pull him down for a kiss. He moved over her and lowered himself carefully, a weight she welcomed while she ran her hands over his back, down across his trim, firm butt.
His body was muscular, powerful and so totally masculine that she became oblivious to everything except his kisses, their tongues touching. Desire built, filling her, making her want him with a desperation she hadn’t known before. He must have sensed how close she was, because he moved between her thighs and slid his broad hands beneath her to raise her hips to give him more access.
“Jake.”
As she clung to him, she arched her back, raising up to meet him as he entered her. Finally. She nearly cried out with pleasure and need.
His strokes were slow, light, meant to build tension, not offer release. As he moved over her, his gaze raked her.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” he said, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Her heart pounded with excitement, with a blinding need to achieve climax. His manhood was thick, filling her, and she spread her legs wider.
“Claire,” he whispered. “I want to make it last.”
She moaned as he thrust inside her again, slow and deep. She didn’t know how much longer she could take what his body was doing to hers.
“Put your legs around me,” he whispered in her ear, and she did, running her hand over his smooth back as he withdrew slowly and entered her again.
“Jake,” she cried, arching her hips, holding him tightly, wanting him deep inside, moving with her.
He took his time now, withdrawing, then filling her until she was arching against him, crying out for him. Then he finally began to pump faster, and she moved with him. They rocked together, hard and fast, while he tried to keep control, to pleasure her as long as he could.
She thrust beneath him, matching his rhythm, clinging to him and arching against him as desire overwhelmed her.
“Jake!” she cried, holding him tightly as he gave one final thrust that carried her to a peak and gave her sweet release.
Clutching him, moving her hips against him, she cried out in ecstasy while he pumped wildly, reaching his climax.
They both sank onto the bed. He held her tightly in his embrace while they gasped for breath. He turned his head to shower light kisses on her face.
“That,” he whispered, “was the best. The absolute best.”
She barely heard his words as she held him and tried to catch her breath. He had been everything she thought he would be. Her orgasm had been longer, hotter, better than ever before. But Jake had surprised her. As they lay together, he stayed hard, and before her heartbeat could slow down, he started pumping again and she reached the second climax, crying out with passion. She collapsed in his arms, held tightly while they both gulped for breath. As they began breathing quietly, she turned her head to kiss his cheek lightly, his stubby whiskers tickling her lips.
“I can’t move,” she whispered.
“I think that’s my line,” he said. He turned to look at her, kissing her forehead, the corner of her mouth, her ear. “You’re fantastic.” He moved to pull out of her, but she stopped him.
“Ahh, Jake. Just hold me close. I can hear your heart beating. I want you to stay with me.”
“I’m with you. Ah, darlin’. I can’t move. My bones melted.”
She smiled. “I hope so. I wanted it to be good for you, because it was fantastic for me. Now, just hold me close. I don’t want to move.”
“I don’t want you to move. This is perfect,” he said, sounding content. She felt cherished, important to him, held against his warm body that was damp with sweat.
No matter what lay ahead, she would never regret making love with him, because he was the best possible lover. And how much had she fallen in love with him because of that? She couldn’t answer her own question.
She was held tightly in his arms, their heartbeats and breathing returning to normal while she still tingled all over. She had been right in every way in thinking about what it would be like to have Jake make love to her. He was the consummate lover, fabulous, carrying her out of this world. Each climax had been earth-shattering.
She’d had lovers before in her life—only two, because she had met few men that really tempted her. Jake’s kisses had been the sexiest ever, melting her resistance, and her climax had been paradise. She couldn’t answer her own question, but she suspected when she shared her body, she’d given him part of her heart. She might be a little bit in love with him, and she would just have to live with that and hope she could get over it, because she had no illusions about his feelings.
He held her close their breath mingled. He was warm, his body solid, so fascinating to her.
He rolled over to prop his head on his hand, looked down at her and smiled. He ran his index finger slowly along her jaw and up to her ear. “I want to keep you here in my bed the rest of the month.”
“Well, you can’t do that, but I can stay awhile. Later, I need to get back to getting my ranch back in order and everything rebuilt. Sometimes that overwhelms me—everything that needs to be rebuilt. Barns, corrals, fences, my house, other houses, an office. So much to build from just ashes. I really appreciate getting to stay here.”
He smiled. “Believe me, you can’t appreciate being here as much as I’m happy to have you here. You take your time. There’s no rush for you to rebuild and get out.”
“Thank you,” she said, smiling at him.
“I want you with me. This is a fabulous time,” he said, showering light kisses on her throat and then turning her to kiss her again, another deep kiss that stirred desire far sooner than she expected.
An hour later, they were still in bed, and she was in his arms, her naked body pressed against his as he held her close.
“Jake, I was going to town to get some clothes. Also, I need to call all sorts of people about my house and property and get work started on rebuilding. First, I have an appointment with my insurance agent.”
“It’ll all be there when you do call, and right now they’re swamped anyway. Relax and let’s enjoy the most fabulous lovemaking ever,” he said, his voice growing husky as it did when he thought about making love. “I want you here in my arms, against my body for just a bit longer. What time we wasted. I should have had you as a guest long, long ago and gotten to know you.”
She smiled. “After this we should be able to settle our differences out of court, huh?”
“Let’s not talk about ranches and differences and problems today,” he said while he ran his fingers over her bare shoulder and then down to her breast. “This is a special time.” He leaned closer to kiss her lightly on her throat, trailing more kisses over her jaw. “You’re beautiful. I can never get enough of looking at you naked.”
