Jack collected his things and left the bathroom, heading into the kitchen. His gaze
was on Liza as he dropped his tools into the battered metal box and shut the lid. Her bright green eyes were alight with heat and excitement, conveying her arousal. Though he could see that plain as day because her hard nipples pushed against the material of the white lace tank top she wore. The tight peaks taunted him. Made him want to roll
them between his fingers and thumbs. Pinch them gently. Suck on them.
He felt another erection returning as he imagined taking last night’s flirtation to the next level.
Despite the orgasm he’d given her, her body was still a mystery to him. When she’d
told him she wanted him to get naked with her, it’d taken all the willpower he
possessed to hold back. He’d wanted her completely nude, sprawled out on the bed,
spread wide for him. He wanted to do more than pleasure her with his fingers. He
wanted to use his mouth and his cock. He wanted to give her more than just that one
orgasm.
“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” he told her as they stood toe to toe.
Her eyes sparkled. “Really? I slept like a baby.”
“Sure you did. You weren’t wound tighter than a spool of thread.”
She grinned. “I could have reciprocated if you hadn’t rushed out the door. How’d
the poker game go?”
“Lost my ass,” he said. “Had other things on my mind.”
“Such as?”
His gaze dropped to her lips. Her very plump, glossy, kiss-me-now lips. “I think
you know the answer to that.”
Her chest rose and fell a little quicker. The tight nipples drew his attention again.
She said, “I get the feeling you don’t always take the high road. I know I’m playing
with fire.”
He nodded.
She continued on. “I should be very careful what I wish for.”
Another nod.
Liza lifted her hands from her sides and her forefingers hooked in the belt loops of
his jeans, just above his front pockets. Her forceful tug put him right back in the
position he’d been in last night, right here in her kitchen. His thigh between her parted legs, pressing against the very spot he wanted to bury his cock.
“I think I can handle it this time.”
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He grinned down at her, though it was as strained as his erection against the fly of
his jeans. “I guess we’ll see.”
She sucked in a breath. Then boldly asked, “What were you thinking about last
night? When you couldn’t sleep?”
Definitely not the saloon or running for City Council. His hands gripped her
around the waist, keeping her from riding up his leg as her body gravitated toward his.
He knew this could get out of hand quickly. Tried to slow it down a bit. Not so much
for himself. He was still taking it easy for her. “I was thinking about…your mouth.
Your body. Your pussy.”
Her hands shifted from the waist of his jeans to his abdomen. Her palms flattened
against him, then moved upward to his chest. At the same time, she leaned into him.
Jack didn’t stop her, as he’d originally intended to do. Sure enough, her legs straddled his thigh. He could have taken a step back. Of course, he didn’t.
“Were you thinking about what you want to do to me?”
“Oh yeah,” he said, his head dipping toward hers. His arms slid around her waist
and he pulled her tightly to him, letting her rub her mound against his leg. “You make me so damn hard,” he whispered in her ear.
She trembled in his embrace as she curled her arms around his neck. “Are you
going to do something about it this time?”
“I want you,” he said. Plain and simple.
She pressed her breasts to his chest and said, “It’s the next day, so this doesn’t count as a pick-up in a bar, right?”
“Right.”
“Good. Because I’m not backing down,” she told him.
“Me, either,” he warned.
She stared up at him, the lust in her eyes. There was a hint of uncertainty too, but
she didn’t seem to give it a second thought. Her lips grazed the side of his neck as she spoke. “So make your move, Jack Wade.”
He groaned, low and deep in his throat. His arms all but crushed her to him as her
fingers tangled in his hair. His mouth went to work on her long neck, his lips grazing her skin, his teeth nipping at the warm flesh.
Even the air conditioner couldn’t keep them from steaming up the place.
“You didn’t tell me what you were thinking about last night,” she reminded him.
“What you were thinking about doing to me.”
“Fucking you six ways from Sunday,” he said without thinking twice about it.
“Oh.” The word rode a hard rush of air. “Just six?”
He groaned again. “More than that. It might take a while to do everything I want to
do to you.”
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“You could start now,” she said as the fingers that were twisted in his hair slid
down his body and grazed his cock. “See how far we get by next Sunday.”
She stroked him behind his button fly, making him grab her hand to still it.
“You’re misjudging my control,” he said between clenched teeth. “It’s more limited
than you think.”
“Good to know.” She kissed his jaw, working her way to his lips. When her mouth
pressed to his, Jack was a goner.
One of his hands stayed at the small of her back, keeping her body against his. His
other hand cupped the back of her head, holding her in place as his tongue delved deep into her mouth. He kissed her as she writhed against him, her hand sliding down to
gently cup his balls through his jeans.
She pushed all the right buttons, whether she knew it or not. He wanted her even
more than last night. Couldn’t wait to strip her bare and thrust his cock into her wet pussy. He knew how tight it was. Knew how wet and hot he made her. Knew it’d feel
like heaven to be sheathed inside her tight cunt as he stroked her inner walls, driving them both crazy.
He just had to clear the air one last time.
Tearing his mouth away, he asked, “Still not backing down?”
“No. You?”
“Oh hell, no.”
* * * * *
He kissed her again as she moved her hands to his waist and gripped fistfuls of his
T-shirt. A swift tug didn’t quite get her where she wanted to be, so she tugged again and then found his skin just above the waistband of his jeans. Her hands slid under the soft material of his shirt and splayed over the rigid muscles of his abdomen.