Whoa. How the heck had he unbuttoned her top so fast? A rough, callused hand slid from her lower belly between her breasts. Clever fingers pinched and teased her nipples. Hot breath tickled the fine hairs on her nape.
As amazing as it felt, she’d been happy in dreamland. Maybe if she pretended to sleep…
An impressive erection poked into her lower back.
No rest for the wickedly horny.
Jack whispered, “I know you’re awake. I want you. Just like this. Warm and sleepy and sweet.”
Talk about melting her resistance. She angled her head and blinked at him. “I thought my flannel PJs turned you off.”
“You could wear a burlap sack and I’d be turned on. I was just surprised by your choice of flannel.”
Jack rolled her flat and brushed the hair from her face. “I’m finding many things about you surprise me, cowgirl.”
“I’m glad I’m keeping you on your toes.”
“If I had my way, I’d be keeping you on your back all the damn time.” He scattered kisses down the center of her body. “Are you still sore? We can go slow. I just…want you, like this. First thing.”
Keely stared at his dark head trailing kisses south. She was as shocked by his sweetness as how easily he’d verbalized his need for her. “Jack?”
“Mmm?”
“Oddly enough, the flannel is starting to itch. While you’re down there take them off.” She felt him smile against her stomach.
He held a tube of K-Y. She watched him ready his cock and squirt a huge dollop on his fingers, warming the slick gel before he used it on her.
Such thoughtfulness gave her pause. But not for long because Jack was on her.
Jack’s mouth covered hers as he gently smeared the lubricant inside her sex. Two fingers sliding in and out didn’t hurt, but she wondered if he’d be able to go slow once his cock took control of his brain.
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He levered himself over her and eased his shaft in a little at a time, watching her for any signs of pain.
Once he was fully seated, he murmured, “Okay?”
“Very okay.” Keely brought her knees up by his hips and ran her palms over his muscular arms.
Damn, she loved his body. She hadn’t had nearly enough chances to play with it.
He kissed her as he moved in unhurried strokes. The kisses were lazy and unbelievably sweet.
As they rocked together, intimately connected, the bed seemed a magical place. Dark and hot and…comforting. Keely existed in this moment of perfect intimacy. No rush to the finish. No power plays.
Nothing but the feel of skin gliding on skin. Of sliding tongues and gentle kisses, soft sighs and broken breaths.
“Keely.” He moaned and his orgasm released a burst of heat inside her, which triggered her own climax. He kept a steady pumping of his hips as the delicious throbbing faded. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, the corners of her mouth.
Jack’s tenderness undid her. She could deal with the snarky Jack just fine. She welcomed going toe to toe with the hotheaded Jack. But this Jack? A loving Jack? She’d been better off believing he didn’t possess a loving side.
He looked into her eyes and smiled oh so softly. “Good morning.” After flustering her with another lingering kiss, he sailed out of the room.
Keely realized things had been much simpler when she’d hated him. Now she wasn’t sure how she felt. That could lead her to big, big trouble with this unpredictable man.
“Come on, Ky! Get ’em down. That’s it. Hold on. Yes!” Keely turned and high-fived AJ. Foster, sitting on Keely’s lap, knew the drill and lifted his little hand for a high five. “Man, he’s fast.”
“Cord has been helping him. Ky’s gotta be fast to keep up with Anton. That kid has such natural talent, plus he trains like a fiend.”
“Ironic that Cam, who prides himself on not being a cowboy, has a son who is a total cowboy. And a rodeo cowboy to boot.” Keely squinted at her brothers behind the chutes who were helping the boys get ready. Cord patted Ky on the back. Cam doled out last minute advice before Anton’s turn at goat roping.
Gib and Braxton stood on the metal fence rails beside the chutes. Colby was explaining something to his sons and they hung on his every word.
“Gib is chompin’ at the bit to get into the arena.”
“He’s only six!” AJ said.
“Six goin’ on twenty-six,” Keely said dryly. Colby’s oldest boy was whip-smart and redefined determined. Poor Channing had her hands full with that one.
“Where’s Jack tonight?”
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“Take a wild guess. Working.”