Devil in Texass(65)

He groaned.

She rushed on. “But I could use a little de-stressor. A nice, hot soak to warm me up

and relax my muscles.”

His blue irises deepened in color. “Whatever you want,” he repeated.

Taking his hand, Liza led him into the bathroom. While the water ran in the

oversize tub that sat beside the glass-enclosed shower, she turned to Jack and went to work on the buttons of his black dress shirt. She stripped his clothes off slowly, running her hands over his body as she discarded the material and revealed his hard muscles

and smooth skin. He watched her enjoy touching him. Her fingers glided over the

defined ledge of his pectoral muscles, one nail scraping against a nipple, causing him to suck in his breath.

She smiled as she leaned toward him and kissed his warm flesh. Her lips trailed

over his chest to the other nipple and she licked it, then sucked on it.

Jack’s hands gripped her hips. “Thought we were taking a bath,” he said in a tight

voice.

“We are,” she whispered back as she flicked the nipple again with her tongue.

“Liza,” he said in that warning tone of his.

Her hand smoothed over the front of his dress pants, gliding along his erection. Jack groaned and she let her fingers slide lower until she cupped his balls.

“I like making you hard,” she told him in a soft voice.

“And you’re damn good at it.” He let out a low growl as she stroked him through

the loose material at his crotch. “Problem is, I want to act on it.”

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“Patience,” she whispered as she moved her hand back up to the waist of his pants.

She unhooked his black leather belt, released the button and slid the zipper down its track. It made an erotic sound against the flow of water behind them. “Bath first.”

Yet she knew she was testing his restraint. His long fingers wrapped around her

biceps as she pushed his pants and briefs down his legs. Her hands were back on his

chest, then his abdomen. They moved around to his shoulder blades as Jack’s head

dipped and he captured her mouth in a scorching-hot kiss.

But she didn’t let him keep the lead. Instead, her tongue swept over his and pushed

deep into his mouth. It was exciting, exhilarating. Jack let her take charge, let her guide them. It seemed to turn him on as much as it did her.

“You like this,” she whispered as her mouth slid from his, her lips grazing his jaw.

Jack groaned. His sooty lashes fanned out against his tanned skin and his hands

moved from her arms to tangle in her hair. “Kiss me again,” he said.

How could she refuse him? Even if she was the one in control, she still understood

the value of compromise. And, really, not kissing him was like giving up oxygen

permanently.

She pressed her mouth to his, gently at first. Then as she felt his chest rise and fall a little more sharply, she traced his lips with her tongue before nipping playfully at the corner of his mouth.

He grinned. “Nice touch.”

“I’m not done.”

Her mouth was on his again, more firmly this time. She commanded the kiss,

turning it into something hard and demanding that he responded to. One of Jack’s arms wrapped around her waist and he crushed her against his strong body, but held back

just enough so that she could continue to direct their passion. She’d never done

anything of the sort until this very moment. She’d always been so passive with Peter.

Letting his moodiness dictate what may or may not come of a night together.

But it wasn’t nearly as intimidating or as difficult as she’d thought it would be. At least…not with Jack. Because her pleasure was as important to him as his pleasure was to her. And he wasn’t threatened by her.

Liza realized that now. She and Peter had been such sole and separate creatures,

even when they were together, that it must have been strange for others to see them

with each other. Trying to figure them out.

Whereas with Jack…

Her kiss turned wildly impassioned as she considered how they responded to the

other in public as well as in private. He had no inhibitions and he didn’t care who knew they were together.

Even if it was fleeting, he seemed to like claiming her as his own.

And the feeling was mutual.

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When she pulled away from him, she was breathless. She could hear the faint flow

of water that told her the tub was almost full. She needed to turn the faucet off. Yet her fingertips were pressed into the muscles of Jack’s back and her body was melded to his.

“Water,” she said, barely able to find her voice.

He glanced over her shoulder at the tub. Then he detangled himself from her and

turned the faucet off.

Standing on her own two feet was a bit difficult. Her hand shot out and she gripped

the vanity as Jack turned back to her.

Liza let out a crazy little laugh and said, “Those damn weak knees again.”

His smoldering look could melt a block of ice in a nanosecond. “Let me help you

with that.”

Suddenly, his hands clasped her waist and he hoisted her onto the granite-topped

vanity. His deft fingers worked the buttons of her blouse and then he stripped away the satin material. Her lacy bra followed. He pushed her skirt up and she lifted off the

counter so he could shove it up to her waist.

His eyes turned to saucers as he discovered that her stockings were of the thigh-

high variety.

“Jesus,” he whispered under his breath. Possibly, his blood pressure shot up a few

points.

He stared at her legs—and her pussy, which was covered with black lace—as if he’d

never seen lingerie before.

“You do get the Victoria’s Secret catalog, right?” she asked.

“Sure, darlin’…” he said with a low groan. “But that’s just photographs. Paper. And

no woman I’ve ever seen in real life has looked this damn good in next to nothing.”

She fought back a grin. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Oh I’ve dated a few southern belles, but…” He shook his head, let out another

groan. “I swear to God I’ve never seen anything like you before.”

“There you go again,” she whispered as she reached for his neck and pulled his

head to hers. “Saying all the right things that will land you in bed with me.”

He chuckled as his lips grazed hers. “God’s honest truth,” he said. “I may not

worship on Sundays, but I don’t lie, darlin’.”

She believed him.

He kissed her in the way that only Jack Wade could. Until she was so hot she could