Текст книги "Sweet Ride"
Автор книги: Cathryn Fox
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“Alix, this is Colt. Stay away from him. He’s trouble,” he teased as he met Colt’s glance. “And for the record, any experience she wants, I can give to her.”
Colt laughed. “Well, you can’t blame a guy for trying now, can you?” Colt tipped his Stetson and winked at Alix, his voice full of humor and heat. “Nice meeting you, ma’am. And remember, if you want to learn the ropes from a real cowboy, you know where to find me.”
Grinning, Colt walked away. Jag gave a slow shake of his head and turned to Alix, who was watching the guests pitch their tents. He studied her for a moment, took in the childlike bewilderment in her eyes. Holy shit. “You’ve never been camping before, have you?”
She crinkled her nose. “That obvious?”
He nodded and tugged on the reins to get closer to her. “Seems like there are a lot of things you haven’t done.”
She shrugged one shoulder. “Been busy.”
He made a clucking sound with his tongue. “You know what they say about all work and no play.”
She looked down, a deep sadness on her face. “That’s me, dull.”
His heart squeezed. Shit, he hadn’t meant to make her feel unhappy. “Hey, you’re far from dull, Alix,” he said softly. She blinked up at him. “You just forgot how to have fun.” She swallowed, and as her eyes flitted over him with something that looked like want, he grabbed his canteen. “If you want, I can help you with that.”
“What are you suggesting?” she asked, and he smiled. He loved her direct questions.
He unscrewed the cap and handed it to her. She opened her mouth to swallow, and his pants grew tight as he visualized those plump lips on his body.
“Well, you did mention you were playing for the other side, right?”
“Yes,” she said, still sticking to that story.
He rested his hands on his saddle horn and looked into the distance. “Well, if you’re open to exploring something a little different, I know a place.”
She handed the canteen back to him, and he took a long pull.
Her face tightened warily, and she went quiet for a moment before saying, “I’m not sure.”
As her good girl warred with her need to let go, he held his hands up. “Hey, no pressure. It’s my job to make sure the guests have a good time and I just thought if you were curious…”
She angled her head, intrigue dancing in her eyes. “This place you’re talking about—”
“It’s a private ranch where cowgirls go to play,” he said.
The pulse at the base of her neck jumped and her breath came quick. “Oh.”
“I just thought—”
Her chin tipped, a spark in her eyes he’d never seen before. “You thought right.”
His head came back with a start and his cock thickened at the visual. Holy shit. Was she serious? He might want her in his bed, but if she wanted to experiment with the other team it would be wrong of him to stop her, right? His dude ranch catered to its guests’ needs and really, it was the honorable thing to do, and had nothing to do with him wanting to watch or anything.
Yeah, sure.
He coughed to hide his arousal. “Then let’s go.”
They rode for another hour, stopping to take in the scenery and snap a few pictures on the way to his destination.
As he approached the nearby property, the neighboring lodge coming into view, he slowed his horse. Alix came up beside him and gazed at the ranch overlooking the river.
Equal amounts of curiosity and fascination flashed in the depths of her eyes. “Where are we?”
Before Jag could answer, the front door to the lodge swung open and sweet Katy O’Grady stormed onto her porch, shotgun aimed.
Alix tightened, but Jag grinned and held his hands up in surrender. “Put down the gun, Katy. It’s just me.”
With the sun in her eyes, Katy kept the gun aimed his way. “Jag, is that you?”
He trotted closer so she could get a better look at her two trespassers. “Yeah, it’s me.”
Katy dropped the weapon to her side. “You know better than to sneak up on me like that. I damn near shot you.” She shook her head in amusement and added, “Get on in out of the heat, you two, and join me on the back deck for a glass of lemonade.”
“What’s going on?” Alix asked, nervousness lacing her voice.
“She gets a lot of intruders. A lot of the local teenage boys try to sneak on her land for a peek.”
“A peek?” She frowned and looked around at the corrals and mountains, confused. “What exactly are they peeking at?”
He tossed her a grin and said, “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Chapter Two
They settled the horses, and Katy led them to the back deck. Alix sat next to Jag at a large round table overlooking the river. She shifted her chair to keep out of the sun as she glanced around, but then her gaze stopped abruptly. What the hell? She gulped air. When Jag said this was a place where cowgirls went to play, he wasn’t kidding. Even though he’d prepared her, nothing could have readied her to see two girls kissing in the river below. Sure, she photographed passionate couples in the private room of the studio, but this, well, this was unlike anything she’d seen through the lens of her camera.
A warm summer breeze filled with the scent of flowers washed over her but did little to cool down her overheated body. Of course, she wasn’t serious when she told Jag she was switching teams, but damned if he wasn’t playing a game with her…testing her by bringing her here.
She shot a glance Jag’s way. She expected to see him watching the girls, but instead found his gaze riveted on her. The pulse at the base of her neck fluttered. With his long legs spread out before him, he sipped his lemonade and continued to stare at her. He was waiting for her reaction, waiting for her to do, say something. It made her want to shock him—tease and torture him sexually.
Good God, what has gotten into me?
As Katy stepped into the lodge, Alix shifted closer to Jag. “I’ve never been to a place like this before.”
He leaned toward her, his glance moving over her face, everything in his closeness telling her he felt her apprehension. “If you don’t like it here, we can leave. You’re calling the shots.”
A little astonished and maybe even a little thrilled at how in tune he was with her feelings, she took another glance around, and could almost hear her mother’s voice in her head warning her to flee. She mentally put her fingers in her ears and hummed lalalalala.
She arched a brow and countered boldly, “I never said I didn’t like it.” Holy hell, whatever possessed her to say that? How, in the span of only a few short hours, was she able to turn her back on her strict upbringing and follow her own intuition? Perhaps it was because she was totally fed up with the facade, completely and utterly ready to break free and start pleasing herself instead of always pleasing others. Or perhaps it was because of Jag, his casual demeanor, and the way he could put her at ease with a simple word or glance. Either way, something inside her was beyond anxious to explore something new and see how the rest of this day, and week, all played out.
Jag grinned at her, and she relaxed a little. She grabbed her drink and used her finger to follow the drop of moisture dripping down the glass. He adjusted his pants, and she bit back a grin. Well, well, looks like two could play his game. She ran small circles around the bead, sinuously twirling her thumb closer and closer.
She watched Jag’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.
“Why did you bring me here?” she asked, even though she knew he was pushing her to admit her needs—to herself.
His lopsided grin was slow, sexy, daring. “Like I said. You’re a guest at my ranch, and because you’re under my care, it’s my job to understand all your needs and see to it that you leave satisfied.”
She waved her hand toward the activities taking place in the water and then shot him a look. “And you think this satisfies my needs?”
Humor backlit his gorgeous eyes. “You were the one who told me you’d sworn off men and wanted to start playing for the other team. I’m here to make that happen.” His tone was playful, yet challenging.
Her blood pulsed hot, and even though she didn’t want to talk about her fiancé, something about Jag made her want to open up. “Do you want to know why I said that?”
He evaded her eyes and brushed his hand over the wooden rail. “If you want to tell me.”
Alix opened her mouth, but then stopped. She eyed him. Oh my God, he knew! He already knew. She shook her head. “You already know, don’t you?”
His nod was slow, his eyes somber when he said, “Yeah.”
“How?”
“I’m a private investigator.”
Understanding dawned in small increments. “So that’s how you tracked down Julia, Jess, and me after all these years.”
He scrubbed his chin. “That’s right.”
She narrowed her eyes, curious about him and his choice of careers. “What’s your area of specialty?” Who knew the Jag from her youth would become a private investigator? She wrapped her brain around that and chalked it up to one more surprise to add to her eventful day.
“I catch cheaters,” he answered, his tone a little too dark, a little too dangerous.
A flurry of emotions moved over his eyes, and a knot tightened her stomach. Had something from his past led him into that kind of work? “It must be hard…you know…confirming someone’s suspicions.”
He fisted his hands, his back stiffening. “Most already know, which is why they seek me out in the first place. But yeah, it’s never easy.”
A frown tugged at his mouth, and her heart pinched. How could she not like a guy who seemed to hate cheaters every bit as much as she did? She exhaled slowly and thought about Nelson. Anger churned in her gut. But deep inside, she knew catching him was a blessing. The discovery sent her straight into the arms of a man who seemed to care about what she wanted, and would, undoubtedly, go to great measures to give it to her.
Katy came back outside. Dressed in a long, loose dress, with her pretty blond hair tied back, she sat down next to them, her glance moving over Alix.
She zeroed in on the camera strung around Alix’s neck. “We don’t allow pictures, sweetheart. You can look all you like, and you can even play, but what happens here stays here.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it,” Alix said, removing the camera. “I didn’t even know about this place.”
“Really?” Katy pursed her lips and went thoughtful for a moment. “Then why did Jag bring you here?” Green eyes studied Alix carefully and then slid to Jag.
“She’s thinking about playing for the other team,” he explained, his eyes never leaving Alix’s as he tapped a finger on the wooden railing. “And I wanted to make sure she was properly cared for during tryouts.” His gaze moved over her face before turning to Katy.
“I see,” Katy said thoughtfully, looking back at Alix.
As if on cue, two girls came out from inside the lodge. Dressed in skimpy bikinis, they bounced across the deck, their eyes lighting on Jag.
“Hey, Jag,” one of the girls said as she hopped on over to plunk herself down on his lap. She wiggled on his thighs, her breasts only inches from his mouth as the other girl came up to stand behind him. Alix shifted and smoothed her hand over her hat. Who were these women, and how did Jag know them so well? Had he played with them? An unexpected pang of jealousy hit out of left field. What the hell? Who Jag slept with was none of her business. He wasn’t hers and she wasn’t his and this week was about exploring fantasies and nothing else.
“Taylor,” he greeted, and then looked over his shoulder. “Amanda.” He smiled at the two, then asked, “What are you ladies up to today?”
“Just relaxing,” Taylor answered. “We’re heading to Wrangler’s later tonight. Maybe we’ll see you there.”
“Probably not tonight.” His grin came slow when he met Alix’s glance. “I’ll be meeting up with Colt and his crew to treat Alix to an authentic Old West adventure. “
What? Alix stared at Jag. He planned to treat her to an authentic adventure? Wait! What exactly did he mean by “authentic”? She wasn’t sure, but given what he’d just introduced her to, who knew what was next. She was anxious to find out.
“So Jag, what brings you out here today?” Taylor asked as Amanda took a seat next to Alix.
While Jag explained the situation to Taylor, Alix smiled at Amanda, her body tense as she took in the other woman’s near nakedness. Looking for a distraction, Alix reached for her lemonade, but with hands that were too shaky, she knocked the glass over.
Alix jumped from her chair as the cold drink spilled onto her lap. “Oh, damn. I’m so sorry.” She grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the liquid, but it soaked through her shorts. She pressed it against her zipper. “I need to get cleaned up.”
In the span of a second, Jag stood behind her, his mouth close to her ear. “I’ll take you back.”
“No need to rush away,” Taylor said. “We can rinse your clothes here and I’m sure I have something that will fit you.”
Alix spun to glance at Jag and noted the way his gaze had dropped to the hand rubbing her shorts. Typical male. Honest to God, if he didn’t close his mouth he was going to swallow that fly buzzing around his head. She was about to decline their help and head back to her horse, but a wave of boldness swept through her when she caught the heat in Jag’s eyes. Maybe she’d give him a run for his money as he pushed her to explore her needs.
And maybe this isn’t all about him.
“Okay,” she said. “If it’s not a problem, maybe I should get out of these clothes.”
Air rushed from Jag’s lungs, a telltale sign that he was excited by the prospect. In a teasing manner, she wiggled out of her clothes, keeping on her bra and panties, which could easily pass for a bathing suit.
“Where can I rinse them?” she asked Katy.
“I’ll take care of that for you.”
Amanda captured her hand. “Why don’t we jump in the water and get you rinsed off while Katy washes your clothes?”
Had Jag just groaned?
As she warred with the morals that had been pounded into her head since birth, her instinct was to run the other way, turn from the hedonistic acts, but she couldn’t deny that this situation was exciting. And damned if she didn’t want to challenge and tease Jag a little in return.
“Go on,” Katy said. “I hate to see you ride all the way back in a sticky mess.”
She removed her hat, and despite her mother’s voice in the back of her head, warning her to keep out of the sun, she took a moment to enjoy the warm rays on her face.
Alix stole a quick look at Jag before leaving the deck. What was it about the heat in his eyes that turned her knees to pudding? A quick nod and then she turned her attention to the stairs to negotiate them carefully.
She watched Amanda, the taller cowgirl with the dark hair, bounce down the steps. They all reached the water and the two naked women swam to a nearby wharf. No wonder all the neighboring boys tried to sneak onto the land. Warmth gathered at her core and she adjusted her bikini panties over her groomed sex. Groomed sex. Hmph. What a waste of time that was. Her fiancé never liked to go down on her. Truthfully, sex with him had been fast, dull, and over before she ever reached climax. Sure, the doctor said her tipped uterus reduced her chances of getting pregnant significantly, but she was beginning to believe she couldn’t have kids because Nelson rarely touched her. Abstinence is 100 percent effective in preventing pregnancy.
Probably didn’t have the energy after—no. She wasn’t going there. Not today. Today was about freedom.
Putting her ex out of her mind, she dipped her toes into the water to test it, unable to recall the last time she’d let her hair down and played. Taylor enthusiastically rushed past her, going thigh-deep as she splashed water in Alix’s direction.
“Get out here, you two,” Taylor said.
Finding the girl’s energy contagious, Alix couldn’t help but smile as she waded out, Amanda staying close beside her. When they reached Taylor, Amanda dipped low to soak her body, her long dark hair, now wet from the river, cascading down her back.
“It’s so refreshing,” Amanda said, her plump lips curling upward. Alix dipped lower, but when she felt cold water fall over her breasts, she yelped.
Taylor laughed and cupped her hands to pour the cool river water over Alix’s body to rinse it. Amanda joined in, both girls splashing water over her and laughing as Jag watched from the deck. She touched herself, running her hands over her body, not really to rinse it, but because she liked the idea of him watching.
She stilled at that admission and looked up at Jag as he stood. The instant her eyes met his, heat moved through her.
Amanda nodded toward Jag. “Looks like your cowboy is waiting for you. You should head on up.”
“Jag is a very patient man,” Amanda added, her eyes twinkling. “But something tells me that when it comes to you, even a patient man has his limits.” She turned from Alix and said, “Besides, Taylor and I are going to take a swim.”
When the two women touched each other intimately, Alix nodded in understanding. Her weak legs carried her the few feet to the shoreline. At the top of the stairs, she found Jag waiting for her.
“Hey,” he said, his voice deep and husky with desire.
“Hey,” she returned breathlessly.
“So what do you think, Alix?” he asked, his voice rough with desire. “Have these cowgirls given you what you needed to make the switch?”
She frowned, her gaze moving over his face before dipping lower to take in the hard ridge pressing against his pants. Her body came alive. Yeah, there was no way she could ever switch teams. Not when she craved the taste, texture, the hard length of a man inside her—the hard length of Jag inside her. And judging by that impressive bulge, he had a whole lot of length to give.
“It’s tough to make that call,” she said, her desire for him making her bold, urging her to try new things. With him.
He ran his thumb along her jawline, and she shuddered. Heat moved through her, the warmth of the sun nothing in comparison with the warmth of his touch. “Why is that?”
Feeling bolder than she ever had before, she lifted her chin a little higher and said, “Because I’ve never been with a real cowboy, and I believe I should sample one before committing to one team, don’t you?”
“Yeah, I do.” He stepped close, his body crowding hers. “And I can help you out with that.”
Heart beating wildly, she poked her finger into his chest and said, “That’s what I was counting on, cowboy.”
Chapter Three
Jag couldn’t believe how fast Alix had loosened under his watchful eye. He didn’t want to push too fast or too soon, but taking her to Katy’s had been one hell of a good move. He’d watched as she touched herself in the water. At first, he thought she was doing it to tease him. But then their eyes met and he saw what was really going on. Sweet little Alix might like to watch others, but she also had exhibitionist tendencies. Damned if his day wasn’t getting better and better.
After Katy’s he’d taken her back to her room to get changed, and now here they stood, high on the mountaintop overlooking the ranch below, him tending to the horses and her trying to put a tent together as Colt took the others off on a hiking excursion.
“They didn’t teach this in political science,” she grumbled as she sorted through the poles.
He laughed as he finished with the horses. “Need some help?”
She bent to pick up the instructions, put her hand on her waist, and jutted one hip out as she read. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Jesus, she was sexy, and he wanted her in the worst way, but she’d been hurt and he needed to be careful. She thought this week was about sex, and while he wanted her underneath him—hell, he was a red-blooded male—he also wanted to build things slowly and see if there could be more between them.
But fuck, if she kept twisting and turning and bending over like that, he was going to lose his shit big-time.
She dropped the paper and grabbed the ropes, tangling herself in them. Instead of helping, he pulled his camera from his bag and snapped a picture of her. Her head jerked up.
“What are you doing?” she asked, blowing a loose strand of hair from her mouth.
He grinned and snapped another picture. “What does it look like?” he asked as her body stiffened.
“Don’t take my picture,” she said, her breathing changing slightly.
He bit back a wry grin, loving the fire in her eyes. “Why not?”
“I don’t like it.” Despite her protest, he took another one. “Jag, don’t.”
“What, you like to take sexy pictures of others, yet you don’t like to be photographed yourself?” he asked, deciding to push her just a tiny little bit. A flush crawled up her face, and when she didn’t answer he added, “If you ask me, I think you like to be watched as much as you like watching.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at him, and the hunger inside him nearly consumed him as heat backlit her baby blues.
Snap.
“Jag—” she began, sounding even more breathless as she tried to untangle herself. “How did…how do…?”
Snap.
Her chest rose and fell erratically, the rope tightening on her breasts.
Snap.
“Tell me something.”
“What?” she asked softly, like she could no longer fight the desire rising in her.
“When you touched yourself in the water today, did you like me watching? Is that something that turns you on, baby?” She hesitated and averted her eyes. “Do you trust me, Alix?”
Her gaze shot to his. “I…I do.”
“Good. Then I want you to be honest with me, but more importantly I want you to be honest with yourself.”
She darted a glance around the clearing and answered quietly with, “Yes.”
Snap.
“If you liked it, we could do it again.” He struggled to keep his voice level, keep a measure of calm when all he wanted to do was toss the camera and take her the way he wanted to.
It’s too soon, dude.
Her throat worked as she swallowed, and she freed her hands, leaving her capable of fleeing and putting a stop to this game if she wanted to.
As fire raged between his legs, he pushed her even more. “If you want to touch yourself, I could watch.”
Equal amounts of heat and nervousness stole over her face, and she stood there staring at him. Damned if she wasn’t debating her next move. A branch cracked nearby and her eyes widened. She peered into the surrounding woods and went quiet, thoughtful, like she was waging some internal war.
“What if someone…”
Jag scanned the woods, but there was no one around. “If there is someone out there, maybe you’d like it if they watched, too.”
A low, sexy moan caught in her throat. Christ, he couldn’t wait to explore all her needs. “Jag.”
Snap.
He took his sweet time to tease her, wanting to draw out this verbal foreplay, because well, it was fun, for both of them. “I’d really love to see how you touch yourself when you’re alone. That is if you want me to.”
She visually quivered.
Snap.
She stood still for a long moment, heat coloring her cheeks. “Touching myself in front of someone is…”
“Something that turns you on?” he asked, finishing her sentence.
“Yeah,” she said, her voice a breathless whisper.
“If you’re open to exploring, we can. Totally up to you. You’re the one in charge here.”
Her chest rose and fell. Was she considering it? Jesus, he sure as hell hoped so.
“What do you say, sweetheart, are you up to trying something new?”
They exchanged a long, heated glance, and then instead of answering, her hands went to her blouse. She toyed with the button.
Snap.
She wet her lips, and his cock jumped.
Snap.
Long fingers peeled open her blouse. Her lids drifted down as she lifted her breasts from the cups. She kneaded her tender flesh, soft moans escaping her throat.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
Her lids fluttered back open, and his jaw clenched when she pinched her nipples, rolling those gorgeous, hard buds like they were starved for attention.
Snap.
He watched her play with herself as his cock pressed painfully against his jeans. He choked back a groan. “Is there anything else you’d like to show me?”
Her grin turned naughty as she slid her hands lower.
Snap.
She released the button on her shorts. He drew in a breath as he throbbed, calling on his patience.
With the forest hugging them, he stepped closer, and he could almost hear her purr as she shimmied out of her shorts. She peeled off her panties and stood before him in nothing but her open blouse, with her breasts spilling from her bra.
“You have a beautiful body, Alix. Why do you always keep it covered?”
“The mayor’s daughter doesn’t show any skin,” she answered, her voice husky.
“I’d like to see your skin, every inch of it, actually.” He took another step closer. Her eyes met his, and the desire reflecting there filled him with heat. He touched her chin, lightly brushing the rough pad over her silky cheek, and felt a tremble move through her. “Would you like to show me?”
Instead of answering, she slowly released the buttons on her blouse. With a little shrug it fell from her shoulders. A breeze rushed past and her nipples tightened behind her lace bra. She cupped her breasts and then fingered the strap, running her thumb up and down the silky length. A beat passed, a moment of hesitation. She glanced at him, her lashes blinking rapidly, her shyness warring with the need to pleasure herself.
“Beautiful,” he murmured softly, being careful not to break the mood. “So incredibly sexy.”
She sucked in a fluttered breath, his words turning her on and making her bolder. The rasp of her strap sliding down her arm reached his ears and thickened his cock, and when her hand went behind her to unhook her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts, he nearly bit off his tongue. Christ, she was so gorgeous, so exciting.
Lids languid with desire and mouth slack, she slid one hand down over the soft swell of her stomach. Wiggling her hips, she toyed with the band on her panties.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart.”
Air rushed from her lips as her hips stilled, her thumbs slipping under the thin lace. A quick tug and her panties were at her feet. She slowly lifted her legs to kick them away. Her hands crawled back up her thighs, lightly brushing her bare mound, a soft caress that brought color to her cheeks. He groaned, and her head fell back, a soft moan slipping out on a sigh of pleasure.
Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.
He pressed a button on his camera and propped it on his bag, keeping it focused on Alix. Then he came back to stand before her.
Jesus, he wanted her. “Tell me what you want.”
He pushed his erection against her, to let her know how much he wanted her, and wanted this.
She lifted her chin, her eyes full of urgent need. “I want you to kiss me.”
As her soft whisper curled around him, his muscles bunched, and his cock raged inside his pants. His mouth pressed hungrily to hers, taking full possession. The second he tasted her sweetness, a growl crawled out of his throat. The moan of pleasure seemed to do something to her, awaken something primal. She pressed against him, rubbing that hot, wet pussy of hers on his leg.
“I want you naked,” she demanded. “I want to touch you.”
Wanting—needing—that too, he stepped back and made short work of his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the grassy clearing. His erection jutted forward, and he wrapped his fingers around it to stroke himself.
Alix’s eyes widened. Another first for her, he guessed. He stroked harder. “Oh God,” she murmured under her breath.
Entranced by what she was doing and forgetting they were in a clearing, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure they were alone, then stepped beside her, touching her shoulder lightly to reposition her.
“Alix,” he said softly. She lifted her eyes to his. He smiled and asked, “What do you want now?”
She reached out and placed her hand on his stomach, running it over his muscles, going lower and lower to the base of his cock. Her fingers closed around him, dragged up the length, then over his crown.
Fuck yes.
“This.” She squeezed. “All of it. Inside me. Now.”
He swallowed, and racked his brain to catch up as she stroked him.
She blinked up at him, desire swimming in her eyes. “And I want it hard.”
Jesus.
His cock grew another inch. “Right here, where anyone can see?” he asked, teasing her fetishes.
“Yes,” she answered and gestured toward the ground, her body trembling with need. “Right here, right now,” she said, her words rushed, a new sense of urgency about her.
Needing to slow her down so he could make it good for her, he said, “Easy, baby.”
“Please, Jag. It’s been so long…”
What the hell? Christ, up until yesterday she’d been engaged. What kind of a man—lover—was he? But when she pushed against him, and he felt her wetness on his thighs, he couldn’t think about that any longer.
He gripped her ponytail and gave it a tug, forcing her face up. His lips found hers again, and he took his time, tasting her sweetness before moving to the hollow of her throat. She quivered beneath his lips as his hands roamed her body, exploring and getting to know her every curve, her every lush contour, while he helped free her and show her that a sensual woman like her should never be subdued.
He cupped her breasts, and her head rolled back. Desperate to taste her, he bent forward to wrap his mouth around one of her hard buds. “Jesus,” he murmured as her pebbled nipple swelled inside his mouth. She writhed, and he struggled to take it slow.
“Jag, please…”
She was so fucking aroused it damn near killed him. He dropped to his knees, kissing the flat of her stomach as he slipped a hand between her legs, urging them apart. When she widened, he slid his fingers over the inside of her silky thigh, climbing higher and higher but never touching the spot that looked so swollen and achy for him. He loved how much she wanted it—wanted him.
“I need to get you ready, baby.”
She rocked her hips, grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and said, “I am ready.”
He grinned up at her, noting the eagerness on her face, but there were so many things he wanted to do before he took her. “Poor baby, so needy. But don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel all better.”
A cry caught in her throat, and her hands went to her breasts as he widened her sex to find her wet. He lightly brushed her clit, and her hips jerked. Christ, she was so sensitive, so close to climaxing just from their camera foreplay.
He ran his hands over her flesh, taking his time to caress every inch of her as he savored her satiny warmth, taking her closer and closer to the precipice but never allowing her to tumble over.
