Chasing Trouble (3 page)

He was awake?

With a deep breath, she walked toward him.

Either sensing or hearing her, he turned his head. “JJ?” He sat up, his eight-pack of abs rippled, and she stifled a moan at the sight. “You all right?”

His words ended in a hiss when he took in her “outfit.”

“No. I’m not all right.” She walked closer, not stopping until her knees hit the edge of the couch. She looked down at Colt. “I haven’t been to a rodeo in a long time…”

…

Colt had been tense and tossing around for an hour. Sleep wasn’t coming. Then, when he heard JJ’s soft footfalls, his body shot to attention…in every sense of the word.

She stood there, her mass of thick dark hair that had been tightly secured earlier now spilling down her breasts and back. The moonlight haloed her as she stood before him, gray eyes like steel peering down.

And she’s wearing my shirt.

Colt could see her dusky nipples budding against the white cotton. Though the shirt swallowed her small frame, her creamy thighs down to her bare feet were exposed and,
goddamn
, he’d never seen any woman look as sexy.

Colt checked the urge to run a palm down his hard cock. He sat up completely, throwing his legs over the couch so his feet were on the floor. He adjusted the blanket, trying to hide the evidence of how badly he wanted her. He needed to focus and keep his cool, otherwise he was afraid he’d reach out and see what the sexy little teacher was hiding under his shirt.

Once he touched her, there’d be no going back. He’d likely frighten the prim Miss JJ if she knew all the dirty things he’d dreamed of doing to that body of hers. Yes, keeping his hands to himself was the wise choice.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, but maybe some other time I’ll take you to a rodeo closer to Diamond.”

She didn’t respond. Instead, she hit her knees right before him and ripped the blanket off his lap, exposing his erection. The blood left his head and a startled groan stuck in his throat. The only barrier now was his black boxer briefs. She palmed his knees.

“That’s not what I had in mind,” she said, spreading his legs and settling between them.

Jesus Christ, was this happening? The normally modest Miss JJ was currently on her knees, staring down his cock and licking her lips like a hungry animal.

“JJ…what…what are you doing?”

Her gaze flashed with uncertainty. Colt thought she was about to stand back up and run.

Shit, he hadn’t meant to discourage her. He wasn’t a fucking idiot, after all. But should he encourage her? This wasn’t some random woman in front of him. This was JJ. There was a lot he wanted to say. Instead, he said the only thing that was true and made sense to him: “You’re beautiful, Jenna.”

Her chest stilled for a moment. She gazed up at him like he was some kind of damn hero. A look like that could be a man’s kryptonite. Already he wanted to see that look again. Wanted to
be
that man.

A kind of resolve seemed to settle over her and she gave a wicked smile. He could almost feel confidence radiate from her. She looked like she was ready to devour him. Roughly. Colt’s cock jumped in anticipation.

“I’ve wanted to do this for a while now,” she murmured.

Sliding her hands from his knees up his thighs, she leaned in and—
fuck!
—her tongue darted out as she kissed his stomach.

“Shit, woman…” This was bad. Very, very bad.

Just when Colt attempted to get a grip and find his brain, JJ’s teeth grazed over his hipbone and he forgot—well, everything. Like why this was a bad idea.

Right! She was his little sister’s best friend. “JJ, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Really?” Her breath tickled his torso when she spoke. “Because this”—she tapped her finger on his raging hard-on—“seems to disagree with you.”

Colt attempted a deep breath, hoping it would bring some kind of clarity to drag him from his haze of lust. How did he say what he knew he should without sounding like an ass or a total liar? Because JJ and his cock were right. He wanted this.

She licked his belly button and he groaned.

“Ah, baby. You’re good—so good.” He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and those big eyes looked up at him. “You’re just not this kind…”

She raised a brow. “And what kind am I, Colt?”

“You’re the marrying kind. Not the—”

“I don’t want to marry you, Colt.” Wow, she sounded almost horrified at the notion. “I want to have sex with you.”

If there was any blood left in his head, it was gone now. “I—Jesus, I wasn’t proposing. I was just saying—”

“I know what you were saying.” Those soft wispy touches on his legs turned more forceful. “I’m telling you what I want. You. Tonight. No strings. No tomorrows. Just one night, no holding back.” She gave a seductive smile that was Colt’s undoing. “Unless…you want me to hold back?”

She sank her teeth into his stomach muscles and bit down.

He instantly wove his fingers through her hair and clutched her closer, loving the sting of her bite.

“Damn, JJ. I want it. Want all of you.”

“Good. Because I want to give it to you. I want this”—she licked him through his briefs—“all night.”

“Yes,” he groaned.

“Tonight,” she repeated, “is just tonight. I want to be very clear about that.”

Wait. Wasn’t that normally his line? Still, he wasn’t one to pass up a good thing. And JJ was beyond good.

“You want a wild ride, JJ? I’ll give it to you, hard and slow until you scream my name. But you have to tell me why. Why just tonight?” Not that he was looking for long-term, but because she was so adamant, it made him curious.

Her eyes fixed on his with such a heated claim that only a woman who knew exactly what she wanted could pull it off. “You know me, Colt.”

Yes, he did. Colt knew firsthand that JJ had spent a good deal of her life trying to outrun Miranda Justice and working hard to keep her composure. For some reason tonight, she was really letting go…in a way he never expected.

“I just need tonight. I may never get this chance again.” She raised her chin and pursed her lips. “And if you aren’t willing, then I’ll find someone who is.”

Oh fuck that! Colt didn’t know if she meant to goad him, but a primal urge to possess her, take everything she had, shot through him like a million bullets laced with kerosene. And hell—if she was willing, who was he to deny her?

“Just tonight?” she repeated, needing his affirmation.

“Just tonight,” he agreed.

She rewarded him with another heart-stopping smile and moved her soft hands up his thighs. She ran her tongue along the band of his underwear. Her fingers curled around the elastic and she yanked it down. His cock sprang free and Colt didn’t even have time to shift his hips before she swallowed him.

He bit out a curse.

Her hot mouth was like silk and when she sucked him even deeper, Colt almost came right then. Still on her knees, she tugged on his hips, coaxing him to stand.

Colt obliged. Her mouth never left him as he rose. His boxers fell the rest of the way down and he stepped from them.

She moaned around his shaft, and the tingles of her hum sent a jolt of fire racing up his spine. Gripping the base of his cock, she pumped her fist while tonguing the head. She wasn’t gentle. Wasn’t timid. And Colt loved it. He watched her lap at the slit and about lost his mind.

“You taste so good,” she praised in a throaty voice.

He tangled his fingers in her long, wild tresses. He wouldn’t have guessed how thick and curly her hair was. Judging by her outfit earlier and her demeanor, he wouldn’t be surprised if she always kept it up and secured in place. But now, with her on her knees in nothing more than his T-shirt, Colt gripped her scalp while she devoured him and held on for dear life.

There might be a lot to JJ Justice he didn’t know, but he sure as hell wanted to find out.

She reached around and clutched his ass in both hands and bore down, swallowing him all the way to the hilt. He groaned, but when her throat muscles encased the crown as she swallowed around his shaft, he was about to beg.

Gliding his fingers through her hair, he pulled back so he could watch her lick the tip.

“Open wide.”

She instantly obeyed.

“I warned you, JJ. Hard and slow…” His hips inched forward, languidly sliding his shaft deep. Her mouth struggled to accommodate his width, stretching to its limit to fit him. Her eyes turned up to watch him watch her as he slowly pulled all the way out and then surged forward again.

This woman. This unexpected, sexy woman was driving him to the brink of something beyond an orgasm. She sucked greedily with powerful pulls, moaning when he thrust his hips and sank himself even deeper into her willing mouth.

There was no sign of shy, conservative Jenna Justice. He was on a ledge, staring down at a wildcat with a talented mouth he could grow addicted to. And he feared he wouldn’t just leap, he’d fall. Hard.

Still working him with her sweet lips, JJ scratched down his torso. Colt’s muscles flexed in response and red welts instantly appeared in her wake.

His body clenched, everything tightening. He was on the brink of coming. But he couldn’t. Not yet. Not until he’d sampled this closeted vixen fully.

He gripped JJ’s shoulders. It was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but somehow he drew her hot little mouth away from him and pulled her to her feet.

“Why did you stop?” she panted, her eyes like a thunderstorm. She wrapped her fist around his aching cock and bit his neck. “I want more.”

Holy shit. A tremor jolted up Colt’s spine. No woman ever talked to him like that. Hell, he didn’t think women in general talked like that. Double hell—JJ never talked like that.

But he liked it.

More than liked it.

“Believe me, sugar, I will give it to you. But I want something else first.”

He lifted her shirt—his shirt—over her head and dropped it to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and he had never been more grateful. Her breasts were full, with perfect pink nipples. Hefting them in his palms, he bent and tongued a peak until it pearled even tighter. She arched her back and pressed into his eager mouth.

“You have the most amazing breasts I’ve ever seen,” he said before laving and nipping at the other.

He was worried about addiction before? Feeling the delicious stab of her hard nipples against his tongue every time he raked it over them was enough to drive him mad. He was already jonesing worse than a crack addict for more of this woman.

He palmed between her legs. The small panties covering her were dripping, and it was all for him.

“You’re so wet.” Going down on him had obviously turned her on. Masculine pride hammered through him.

He had to taste her.

He kissed down her flat belly and ripped her skimpy panties away. She gasped and dug her fingers through his hair. He coaxed her down on the edge of the couch. He hit his knees before her and used his broad shoulders to spread her thighs. She was glistening from her arousal.

He couldn’t help himself. He slipped her legs over the crook of his arms, widening her further to his hungry gaze. In a long, slow glide, he snaked his tongue from her opening to her clit. Her hands fisted his hair and tugged him closer.

That one taste was all it took. She was like drinking down honey and fire. He feasted on her like a starving man coming home. Flicking his tongue over her sweet spot several times before plunging it inside her velvety depths.

“Oh God, Colt!”

He slid both hands under her ass, lifting and opening her more fully. She tangled her fingers further into his hair as her back bowed against the cushions. He pressed all that fuckable pink flesh against his open mouth and continued to devour her.

“Colt, you’re going to make me…”

Drawing one hand free, he thrust two fingers inside her core and she instantly came apart in his arms.

“Yes!”

Her inner walls clenched and released, milking his finger. He licked madly. Wanting all of it, all of her. Drinking her down until she couldn’t take any more.

The last of her tremors began to ease, but Colt was nowhere near through with her. She wanted all of him? She was going to get it.

He rose, took her face in his palms and kissed her with everything he felt. Desperation, need, appreciation.

Her hands rested on his chest and he felt her small palms tremble slightly. Colt realized this was their first kiss. He tamped down his speed, softening the brutal assault of his mouth on hers.

He licked the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open. Their tongues dueled, slow and sensual. Back and forth. For a moment, he felt raw. Ripped open by the woman in his arms. She had stoked a blaze in him that was burning out of control, and now he wanted to stay in this moment, savoring the flames.

One night
, she’d said. That was it.

“Colt,” she whispered against his mouth.

“I’m here.” He kept his hands on her cheeks and tilted her head so he could trail his lips down her neck. He wanted to praise her. To say without words what was going on inside his head. But the only thing he could do was kiss her. He was already obsessed with the sweet flavor of her skin.

He gripped her ass and hefted her up. Her legs instantly wrapped around his hips. She moved her mouth along his neck, delivering tiny bites, then kissing them away. He had just felt her come—hard—but her body was still humming. He walked into his bedroom and laid her on the bed.

She scooted back, her gray eyes locked on him. Colt stood at the foot of the bed, and simply stared. Her dark hair splayed over the pillow and her skin was bathed by moonlight.

“Goddess,” he whispered, because no other word was fit for this woman, except maybe “perfection.”

She reached out for him. Colt didn’t hesitate. He crawled up the bed, up her body, until he was cradled in her thighs, resting his weight atop her. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her hot core slick beneath his cock. She ensnared him with those expressive pools of gray. That look could bewitch a man.

He quickly grabbed a condom from his bedside table and rolled it on, never straying too far from her body. He reached between them and positioned himself at her entrance.