Her Sexy Vegas Cowboy(12)

Suddenly he pulled back from her and looked into her eyes in the dark room only lit by the glitz of the city through the window. “Are you sure?” he asked.

At first she was confused. Didn’t he realize how much she wanted him? Then she remembered that within twenty-four hours she had stormed away from him, tried to ignore him and told him she wanted to be friends. Not exactly the clearest signals.

She closed the gap he had created between them, and decided that honesty would be best here. “I’m sure, Aaron—”

She didn’t need to worry about explaining any more than that, because the moment she gave the green light, he pressed his mouth to hers again and his hands began exploring her body, as if he needed to feel every inch of her skin. As he stroked the skin where the top of her dress exposed her cleavage, she gasped at the intensity of the feeling. Her nipples were taut and sensitive, yearning for his touch, and the slight brush of his hand only made it worse. Her hand quickly went to the back of the dress and dragged down the zipper without her thinking about it, allowing the dress to fall, leaving her in nothing more than her rather plain black underwear.

Since the ending of her previous relationship, she’d gotten rid of most of her sexy underthings, but she was glad she was at least wearing black to match the dress. Being sensual wasn’t natural for her, and she felt a little embarrassed. Was she supposed to make some kind of move? Did she even have moves?

Her mental litany of self-consciousness ended abruptly, though, as he looked her up and down, breathed a quick “Wow” and grabbed her close once more, his head dipping down to her neck as his fingers continued to explore. She started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt.

This lack of control was so different it was hard to wrap her mind around it. All she knew was that she wanted him naked, wanted to be pressed against his body. The heat radiating from his skin made her feel deliciously warm, and she wanted it all.

He shrugged out of his shirt, and it was her turn to be amazed. His stomach and chest were even more impressive than she had imagined. His masculinity emanated off him in waves of heat and strength and longing. Her hands ran over his chest, his stomach and up along the rippling muscles of his arms.

In one quick movement, he gathered her up in his arms, and she laughed breathlessly from surprise and delight as her feet left the floor. He carried her over toward the bed, still running his tongue and teeth along her neck until he hit a sweet spot in the hollow of her neck. She moaned from the feeling, and whispered his name, and he sucked deeper, intensifying the experience. She felt her body quickening. It had been so long since any man kissed her, and never like this.

Then his mouth found her nipple and began teasing it greedily as his fingers moved lower and lower until a single finger dipped into her folds, and she gasped, her back arching as the tension built low in her belly. Any moment she would fly over the cliff.

His fingers danced on her every nerve as his teeth scraped against her skin, sending her over the edge. She cried out, her back curving even more with the strength of her orgasm. As the waves washed over her, she could see him leaning over her, watching her body react.

As the tremors subsided, he smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’ve barely gotten started,” he whispered into her ear, sending fresh waves of pleasure through her.

She pulled his mouth back to hers and kissed him again, one hand moving to his waist. She wasn’t done with him yet. As her fingers moved across the bare skin of his abs, Aaron groaned with pleasure, and it made her feel sexier than she’d ever felt.

Jessica unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, allowing her hand to brush against his hardness through the rough denim. He laughed deep in his throat, and, his voice barely a whisper, he said, “You are way too sexy.”

It was her turn to smile, feeling more powerful than ever. She leaned over and moved her mouth to his jaw, kissing the rough jawline as she worked her way down to his chest.





5

AARON COULDN’T BELIEVE what was happening. Since he’d seen Jessica walking toward him with the group of girls that Jeremiah had made plans with, he’d been in a blur of unreality.

He had been so sure he had lost the chance to kiss those amazing lips, to touch that achingly beautiful skin.

And now they were in her room and every inch of his body was alive, feeling her soft, supple body up against him, running his fingers through her hair, tingling with sensation as she ran her hands along his chest, her tongue following after. When she had begun undoing his pants, he thought he would burst under her fingers.

She was kissing down along his chest with an agonizing slowness that knocked the wind out of him. He could see her body shaking, still taut and sensitive from her climax. He rubbed his fingers lightly down her back, making her shiver again.

Touching her and watching her react had been surreal, and had made him want her even more, if that was possible. He sat up, lifting her face toward him with a hand curved gently under her jaw, and he kissed her again, letting the feel of it run down through his body. He slipped her panties slowly down her long, elegant legs and looked up at her, questioning, one last time. She smiled at him, her lips thick and dark, her eyes showing her longing for him. He let the last of his clothing fall to the floor, tore open the wrapper of a condom and sheathed himself, then moved toward where she lay on the bed.

She leaned forward, kissing him as he moved closer to her. Then he was above her, pressing her into the soft pillows, one leg between hers. She moved her thighs apart slowly, as if reluctant, and he leaned back, looking into her eyes, afraid this wasn’t what she wanted.

“Is this okay?” he asked, praying she wouldn’t stop this.

She looked very serious for a moment, as if she was thinking through the situation. That didn’t bode well. She said, “Just this one weekend, and then we never see each other again, right?”

He didn’t know exactly what answer she wanted, but he gave her the truth. He nodded.

She put her hand on the nape of his neck, pulled him back toward her and opened for him. She looked him deep in the eye and wrapped her legs around him. The only thing she said was his name, just a quick, half whispered “Aaron.”

When she said his name in that breathy, intense way, everything melted away but their two bodies. He slid into her, and was jolted with the perfection of the moment. He watched her face contort as they moved together, and the world seemed very far away and unimportant. The only thing that mattered was this moment caught in time, this beautiful woman, these electrifying sensations.

He refused to think about the next day, let alone home and the years ahead. Instead he focused on the night that lay ahead of them. He had all night to make love to Jessica, and he was going to make sure they both enjoyed it fully.

They rocked with each other slowly, then faster and faster until he couldn’t take it anymore, and he teased and touched and dragged her over with him.

“Wow,” was all she said after catching her breath.

He had to agree. Everything about her was spectacular.

He wrapped his arms around her, enjoying the feel of her body against his. “You smell good,” she murmured sleepily into his chest.

He chuckled. “Thanks. So do you. And your skin is so soft.”

She didn’t reply, and he looked down to see that she was already dozing off. He pulled her in a little closer and slept, too.

* * *

NEAR MORNING, JUST as the sky was lightening to a soft gray, Aaron stared at her, the mysterious airport woman, who was sleeping peacefully on his chest, his arm wrapped around her, his hand resting on her hip. She was more than beautiful; she was miraculous.

When he woke again, it was full morning and he was alone in the bed. He looked around and spied Jessica sitting in the chair at the desk wearing a robe, typing away on her computer. He could see her face staring intently at the screen in the mirror on the wall in front of her. She was without makeup, tousled and beautiful. He wanted to walk up behind her and put his hands on her again, just to feel her warmth and her skin against his.

For a second, though, he wasn’t sure what he should do. Would she feel differently about their night together in the light of day? What if she asked him to leave?

He didn’t know what would happen, but he knew he wanted to spend more time around this woman who made him feel alive. His mysterious airport girl, his unlikely fantasy, had become more than he would’ve imagined, and he didn’t want to let that go until he had to.

She stopped typing and looked up into the mirror at him, smiling a little awkwardly. He smiled back. Maybe she wasn’t too sure about things, either. The silence hung between them. Finally, just to break the slight tension, he said the only thing his racing brain could settle on.

“Hey.”

Her smile softened. “Hi.”

“Listen, Jessica, I—”

She stopped him with a wave of her hand. “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I understand. Feel free to go whenever you like.”

Her coolness stabbed, and he wasn’t sure what to do except be honest. “I was going to say that last night was incredible, and I was wondering if you’d want to spend the day with me. But if you don’t that’s fine. I can just go,” he ended in a rush.

She jumped up. “Oh! No, that would be good! I just... I just didn’t want to make you feel obligated or anything, and I wasn’t sure...” Her voice trailed off.