Devil in Texass(12)

appeared he intended to stay a while. She reached for the Chivas she’d poured for him, then handed over his drink as he crossed to where she stood.

“Thanks,” he said as he took the glass, their fingers brushing.

She felt an erotically stimulating jolt to the core of her being. He really had a way of turning her inside out. That now-familiar prickly sensation along her clit and the dull throbbing in her pussy made her wet again.

Grabbing her bottle of water, she tapped the open mouth of it against the rim of his

glass and said, “Cheers.”

He just stared at her, his dark blue eyes locking with hers, making her breath catch.

There was a spark of lust in those beautiful cerulean irises that even she couldn’t miss.

When he took a step closer to her, she felt as if the entire world compressed into another seductive cocoon. He stood with one booted foot planted firmly between her parted

legs, careful not to step on her bare toes. His thick thigh filled the vee her stance created and if he moved just a hair closer to her, his upper thigh would be wedged right there between her legs.

Her heart hammered in her chest at the thought. Her imagination toyed with the

idea of his free hand gripping her hip, pulling her tight against his hard body. His heat and raw intensity would singe her skin, her insides. Though she was already cursing

the sizzling Texas climate, she didn’t mind the idea of Jack’s radiance burning her up even more. Didn’t mind it the tiniest bit.

She opened her mouth in hopes of saying something provocative or, at the very

least, something witty. But no words formed in her head or on her tongue. Instead she stared up at him, dazed, her mouth gaping.

He grinned at her, as though he knew he left her speechless. And liked it.

32

Devil in Texas

Then his head dipped and his lips brushed hers. So expected, given the intimate

moment they’d found themselves in—and all the incidents leading up to said moment.

Yet it wasn’t expected at all… In fact, when Jack’s mouth touched hers, it shocked her into paralysis. Liza stood stock still, reveling in the sensation of the warm, soft lips pressed to hers.

She couldn’t move. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even breathe.

But oh God, could she feel!

She melted against him. Or did she fall against him? No telling, but it didn’t seem to matter. His arm slid around her waist and he pulled her up against his hard body. Just as she’d fantasized about him doing moments before. She wrapped both arms around

his neck, careful not to spill water down his back. His tongue slipped inside her mouth and she heard the sharp, yet somehow distant, moan that lodged in her throat.

His arm tightened around her as he deepened the kiss. She’d never felt swept away

in her life, but at that very moment, she was totally lost. Totally captivated. Totally in need of everything Jack Wade had to offer.

His other arm wrapped around her. The pressure from the thigh pressing between

her parted legs felt heavenly, yet also made her painfully aware of how much she

wanted him. Liza couldn’t stop herself from rubbing a little against his denim-clad leg, making her pussy lips and clit tingle. Her skirt hitched up a few notches and all that stood between body parts she wanted joined together were her lacy thong panties and

his jeans and briefs. The thought of getting naked with the hunky cowboy and feeling

his thick cock thrust deep into her pussy was just about all she could think of. That and the amazing things his kiss did to her insides.

The feel of Jack’s arms around her, the heat that surrounded her, the muscles that

clenched and bunched against her body, the tongue that teased hers and seemed to

delve deeper to seek and give pleasure in a way that completely enthralled her… All of these things added to the lust she had already felt toward this man and coalesced into the intense desire to drag him into her new bedroom, strip him naked and touch and

lick every single inch of him. Beg him to fuck her hard and fast. Like no man had ever done before.

Her fingers curled around the bottle of water she still held, wishing like hell she

could just drop it and instead twist her fingers in Jack’s thick hair.

Suddenly, involuntarily, she did just that. The plastic bottle hit the ceramic tile and water splattered everywhere, but neither of them seemed to care. Even the cool trickle that oozed around her toes didn’t faze her.

As her fingers tangled deep in the soft, unruly strands, he took two long strides

backward, moving her with him. When she was trapped between the refrigerator and

the brick wall that was his chest, he set his glass on the counter. And quickly returned that free hand to her. His leg was now firmly wedged between her thighs and her cunt

pulsed from the erotic touch, the pressure against her mound creating a deep-seated

need only Jack Wade could satisfy.

33

Calista Fox

He kissed her even more passionately as his hands moved over her body, up her

sides, his fingers grazing the outer swells of her breasts. She moaned and the sound

seemed to turn him on even more, because his tongue pushed deep as though he

couldn’t get far enough inside her. The thought made her toes curl and her insides

blaze. She was almost drowning in sensual bliss, dying for more.

So when Jack broke the scorching-hot kiss, she couldn’t stop the small cry of protest that fell from her lips. Yet there was no question he felt the sizzling heat between them, because his eyes burned with the same reckless passion that gripped every inch of her wound-too-tight body.

His gaze lingered on her lips as their breaths came in heavy pulls. Finally, his

expression turned somewhat tormented as he said, “Promised to just drop you at the

door, didn’t I?”

“Yes, but…” She bit her lower lip as her chest rose and fell sharply.

Surely he was interested in more than a few mind-blowing kisses?

As his jaw clenched tight and his hands moved back to her waist, holding it firmly,

keeping her in place, Liza got his message loud and clear.

Oh yeah. He wanted her. Badly.

Her breath caught and she bit back a victorious smile. She tried to speak, but

coherent thoughts were still elusive. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest it was a wonder it didn’t explode.

Her hand remained tangled in Jack’s hair as they stared at each other. The other

hand, clutching at his shoulder, moved up to his neck. Then her fingers brushed over

his set jaw before grazing that spot where the dimple would appear if she said

something that amused him. She didn’t bother, because the intense look he gave her

was just as exciting as seeing that sexy indentation in his cheek.