Trouble With a Cowboy (10 page)

The
temptation was almost too much. His eyes sparkled with lust, his lips called to
her like a siren's song. Her body begged for him to touch her, but she refused
to give into the temptation.

"Strictly
business, Tucker." Her words didn't hold the strength of conviction like
they had before.

"If
that's what you want."

"Yep,"
she replied, tossing the pillow toward the top of the bed. Macy walked across
the top of the bed, eyeing Jacie with a bored look.

"Okay."
He turned to go back into the bedroom, but stopped to glance her way. "A
little warning in case you sleepwalk or something. I sleep naked."

The
lump in her throat threatened to choke her as he winked and shut the door
between them.

"Great.
Just fucking great. Sleeps naked. Of course, he does," she grumbled,
yanking her jeans off her hips.

Slipping
beneath the sheets made her suck in a ragged breath. The soft brush of cotton
felt good against her heated skin, but the temperature of the bed was frigid.
She huddled under the covers and waited for the bed to warm while she thought
about the sexy as sin man sleeping not fifty feet from her. He could be totally
annoying, but he also could stop a woman dead in her tracks with one of his
smiles. God forbid, if he gave you a wink—Lord have mercy the man made her
think of changing her mind about the business only part of their deal, if only
for one night. If only he'd take the choice away from her. If only he'd—

The
door slipped open and she heard a soft whisper of her name. "Jacie?"

"Yeah?"
she asked, her gaze immediately noting his lack of clothing. The wide expanse
of his chest, the narrowing of his waist and the tapering of his powerful legs,
made her mouth water. Her vision ricocheted back to the nest of curls between
his legs to the impressive erection straining against his stomach.

"Come
here."

She
didn't think—didn't do anything but jump from the makeshift bed, startling the
cat into a loud yowl as Jacie launched herself into his arms.

The
sizzle of his mouth on hers told her he wanted this—wanted her. She reveled in
the fact of his desire. His tongue explored the seam of her lips, asking for
permission to deepen the kiss. Her lips parted of their own accord as she
groaned at the touch of his tongue against hers. He pulled her tighter against
his chest so she could feel every muscle and every plane of his hard body. His
hands roamed down her back before settling on her hips. The feel of his hard
length sent her desire spiraling out of control. The need for this man scared
her, but she could do nothing except go along for the ride.

Scorching
heat from his lips, trailed over her cheek until he reached her ear.

"Not
having sex with you isn't an option. I crave your touch on my skin. I yearn for
the feel of your heat wrapped around me."

"I'm
glad the feeling is mutual," she murmured as he seared a path down her
neck.

The
material of her shirt disappeared with little more than a tug of it over her
head. Cool night air hit her skin, making her shiver. Or was it the heat in his
eyes?

"I
didn't want to push, but God, I want you. Earlier did nothin' more than whet my
appetite for you." His sexy smile and come-to-me look, made her pussy
throb.

He
ran one finger down her cheek, pausing at the rapid beating of her heart at the
base of her throat, and then skimmed down to caress the top of her breast. The
calluses on his fingers rasped over her skin in a delicious sensation of
roughness against her sensitive flesh.

"You're
beautiful," he whispered. "Round in all the right places. Soft to the
touch. I could stroke your skin for hours."

One
hand wrapped in her hair, tugging her head back.

"Kissin'
you is fabulous too. I love the way your mouth molds to mine."

"You
talk too much, Tucker."

A
warm chuckle left his lips as his eyes sparkled like blue diamonds in the faint
glow of the light outside. Crisp hair brushed against her nipples, pulling them
into tight little nubs.

He
tugged her hand, pulling her back with him until they stopped at the end of his
bed.

A
groan passed his lips with the brush of her hand against the bulge of his cock
pulsating against her abdomen. "You're killin' me, darlin'."

"Make
sure you stay alive long enough to slide this impressive piece deep enough to
make me come."

"No
problem. I got it covered," he murmured.

They
fell across the bed in a tangle of arms, legs and seeking lips. With one hand
on his shoulder, she pushed him onto his back to skim her tongue down his
torso. She nipped at the button of his nipple, bringing a hearty moan to the
surface of his mouth."You're gonna pay for torturing me."

"Mmm.
Really? I'm looking forward to it." She smiled against his skin.

Seconds
later, she followed the trail of hair from his chest with her tongue, over his
six-pack abs, to the head of his cock. One drop of pre-cum glistened on the
tip, tempting her to taste, enticing her with the smell of sex and man
lingering on his skin. Saliva filled her mouth. Swiping her tongue from root to
tip had him lifting his hips. She swirled her tongue around the head before she
took him fully in her mouth. Groans of need spilled from his lips with each
pass over him until he pulled her up and flipped her over. His left hand pinned
both of hers above her head.

"No
fair teasing me."

"All's
fair in love and sex."

"So,
you won't mind if I torment you for a bit, eh?" The rough pad of his
tongue slipped over her cheek to her ear. Teeth nipped at her earlobe. Goose
bumps skittered across her flesh. The tender, ultra-sensitive spot below her
ear became the focus of his attention. Toes curls, thighs parted, wetness
seeped out of her pussy to coat the inside of her underwear. She wanted him,
needed him with every fiber of her being.

"Tucker,
please."

"No
rush. We have all night."

His
mouth closed over her left nipple and she almost flew apart from the sensation
of his tongue sliding over the aching tip.

"Look
at me, Jacie."

She
opened her eyes to find him hovering over her. The blue of his gaze was almost
encompassed by the dilated pupils.

"Don't
ever think I don't want you. You can turn me inside out with a simple look. Being
good at sex all depends on who you're with. I think you and I together will be
damned good."

The
hot length of his cock pressed against her thigh. There was no mistaking his
arousal. Need spiraled, burning a path from her nipples to her clit and every
inch in between he touched. He'd said she turned him inside out, well he could
melt butter with his smile. When he touched her—holy shit!

"Stop
thinking. Just feel."

The
roughness of his palm chafed her nipple.
Damn,
did it feel heavenly.
His lips
brushed down her throat. His tongue found her rapid pulse, flicking it for a second
before continuing down her chest, past her belly button ring, to settle between
her thighs. Anticipation zipped down her spine. Expectation of the feel of his
tongue on her clit made her whimper under her breath. Raymond never wanted to
do this for her and didn't care whether she got pleasure out of their love
making or not.

Stop thinking. Let him do this for
you.

With
the first brush of his tongue, the whimper she'd trapped in her throat, rushed
past her lips. He licked from pussy to clit in one long stroke. Need pulled
tight, centering right where he focused the tip of his talented tongue. Several
swirls over her clit had heat rushing from her toes through her belly. Her
climax hit her like the crash of waves against jagged rocks as his name spilled
from her lips in a cry.

A
warm kiss to the inside of her thigh brought her back down on a sigh. The flick
of his tongue at her belly button ring forced a stifled giggle from her lips.
She never knew that particular spot could be an erogenous zone, but it
apparently was.

"Laughing
while a man is making you feel good, doesn't help his ego you know," he
murmured as he reached her lips.

"You
playing with my ring made me giggle."

"I
love those things. They are a major turn-on for me."

"Well,
your tongue there is a major turn-on for me."

The
smooth head of his cock bumped at her center.

"Really?
I guess I'll have to play there more often then."

Wiggling
her hips brought him closer still. "You do have a condom, right?"

"Of
course. I didn't want to get caught with my pants down and no protection."

She
skimmed her palm down his chest, across his rigid abdomen and encircled his cock.
"Want me to put it on?"

"I
think I'll take care of it."

A
silver-wrapped package appeared from where, she didn't know and didn't care.

"Ribbed,
huh?"

"Uh-huh.
A little extra sensation never hurt anything."

With
the condom in place, he eased inside her. They groaned in unison. The slick
slide of his cock and the feel of the ribbing brought her desire spiraling to
the surface again.
God, he felt good
.

He
pulled her left leg up on his hip as she wound the other onto his right. She
locked her ankles behind him as he lifted his chest, changing the depth of his
penetration to unbelievable. The cradle of her pelvis fit perfectly against
his. His hips rocked, sliding his cock deep inside her. The rhythm of his
thrusts drove her to the brink and held her there. Breathes came out in a rapid
pant as blood rushed in her ears, blocking out everything except Tucker from
her thoughts. She tried to urge him on with the pressure of her heels against
his ass, but he refused to speed up. If he wanted her to beg, beg she would.

"Faster."

"Easy."

"No,
now. Hard. Fast."

The
growl coming from his mouth notched her desire higher. Shifting his hips, he
slammed his groin against hers. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh, the smell
of sex in the air and the rush of feelings growing inside her heart, had her
choking on tears—tears she would never let him see.

"Come
with me, Jacie."

His
words drove her past caring. Heat rushed through her, spiking hard on her clit.
The brush of his thumb on the sensitive nub pushed her into her climax.

Her
name on his lips when he followed her over the edge, clutched at her heart.

* * * *

His
breathing slowed while Tucker buried his nose in her neck. The scent of her
unique perfume wrapped itself around his heart, squeezing until he almost lost
his sanity.

What in the hell just happened?
I've never shot my load so quick and still wanted more.

He
rolled onto his side and tucked her next to him. Her head rested on his chest as
her fingers played in the dark hair beneath her hand.

"You
okay?" he asked.

"Perfect.
You are one hell of a lover."

"Thanks."
He eased his fingers over her shoulder and down her spine. "I think."

"It
was meant to be a compliment."

"Have
you had several?" Not sure why he asked that, he frowned and slid to her
side.

"No,
but you are by far the best so far."

So far?

"Hmm?"

"We
should start the heater. It's going to be mighty cold in a few minutes without
clothes on, no blankets and no heat."

"True."
Slipping out of the bed, he moved toward the thermostat on the wall to flick it
on. The heater fired up with a whoosh. "Scoot over, darlin' and we'll pull
the covers up. The heater will have it warm in here in a short time, but I'd
rather have your skin next to mine for the night."

One
dimple appeared in her left cheek with her smile. Her hair lay in a cloud
around her shoulders, making his fingers itch to bury themselves in the thick
strands. The gold flecks in her eyes fascinated him. What changed her mind
about them having sex, he wasn't sure, but he would take full advantage. Their
bodies fit perfect together. Her desire matched his. He loved how he could make
her scream his name. Her pussy gripped him tight when he slid deep. God, how good
it felt. Heaven could only describe the feeling of being buried deep inside her
warmth.

"Under
the covers you go," he said, sliding in beside her and pulling the thick
comforter over both of them. "Ah. Now this is perfect." He wrapped
one arm around her shoulders to pull her against his side.

"Have
you ever been married?"

"Where
did that come from?"

She
shrugged her shoulders and kissed his chest. "Curiosity. I don't know much
about you is all."

"My
full name is Tucker Alan Marshall. I'm thirty-two. No, I've never been married.
Close, but we didn't make it to the altar."