The Cowboy's Way(41)

He held her gaze with his as he slid his hands down her sides to her waistband, then made quick work of unbuttoning her jeans and slowly easing down the zipper. She took a deep breath and nodded, and he slipped the denim from her hips and down her legs. When she stepped out of the jeans, he took her in his arms. The feel of her breasts crushed to his hard chest sent a tiny electrical current skipping over every nerve ending in her body. It had been so long since she’d been desired by a man, since she had felt the heat and yearning of undeniable passion, that she briefly wondered how she had managed to keep her hands off of him as long as she had.

“O-one of us...is overdressed,” she managed to say when she finally found her voice.

Stepping back, T.J. grinned. “I’d let you take care of getting rid of my jeans, but I think it would be better for me to do it this time.” When he unbuttoned the waistband, then gingerly pulled the zipper down over the large bulge straining at his fly, Heather fully understood the reason for his caution. “Sometimes an erection and a zipper can be a painful combination,” he said as he shoved the jeans down his long legs, then kicked them to the side.

When he started to remove his boxer briefs, she smiled as she reached out to run her index finger along the top of the elastic waistband. “If you’d like, I can do that for you,” she offered.

She watched him swallow hard a moment before he placed his hand at the top of her panties. “Why don’t we do it together?”

When they lowered the last barriers between them, T.J. took a step back. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said as his gaze seemed to touch every part of her.

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” she said, memorizing every detail of his magnificent male body.

“As good as you look, I want to feel you against me,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him.

When their bodies met, it felt as if every nerve in her body tingled to life. She delighted in the contrast of her smooth feminine skin pressed to his hair-roughened male flesh. But when she felt him shudder with the surge of desire coursing through him and she realized his hard arousal was nestled against her soft lower belly, her need for him was overwhelming. She had to cling to him for support.

“Why don’t we get into bed before we both collapse right here on the floor?” he asked, guiding her toward his big king-size bed.

When she pulled back the comforter and lay down, she watched T.J. reach into the drawer of the nightstand to remove a small foil packet. After he tucked it under his pillow, he stretched out beside her and took her back into his arms.

“You are without a doubt the most exciting woman I’ve ever known,” he said, lowering his head to kiss her with a passion that left her feeling light-headed.

Before she could tell T.J. she had similar thoughts about him, he slid his hand from her hip down to her knee, then back up along the inside of her thigh, rendering her completely speechless. Shivers of excitement coursed through her when he touched her with a feather-light caress, then parted her to stroke the tiny nub of intense sensation within.

Needing to touch him just as he was touching her, Heather moved her hand from his side. When she found his rigid length, his groan was deep and filled with pure male pleasure. “Sweetheart...if you keep doing that...we’re both going to be mighty...disappointed,” he said, sounding as if he was extremely short of breath.

“I want you, T.J.,” she whispered. He tested her readiness for him with gentle strokes that were driving her wild. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take without going insane. “Now!”

“I want to be inside of you, too,” he said as he reached beneath his pillow for the foil packet.

When he arranged their protection, he took her back in his arms. Nudging her knees apart, he rose above her. Heather’s eyes locked with his as she reached down to guide him into her. As he slowly made them one, she savored the exquisite sensations of being completely filled with him.

“You feel so damned good.” She watched him close his eyes for a moment before he opened them again and smiled. “I need to love you now, Heather.”

“P-please.”

He slowly rocked against her and with each thrust of his body into hers, the thrilling tension within her built. The connection she felt with T.J. was unlike anything she had ever experienced with anyone. Though she’d tried to ignore it, that connection had been there from the beginning. It might have frightened her with its intensity if she’d been able to think. But all she could do was feel his body surrounding hers and the mind-blowing friction carrying them toward the pinnacle of fulfillment.