Bucked by Cat Johnson Page A

that felt so good.
    Her tongue slipped into his mouth. He tilted his head to take more of her inside him. Wrapping his arm around her, he pressed her to him, not willing to let her get away.
    Mustang felt her grind her crotch against his thigh. Her breathing quickened as she rubbed against him. He groaned, so turned on he couldn’t stand it.
    Kissing him like her life depended on it, she started to tremble in his arms. He broke the kiss and pulled back to watch her face.
    Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open, she was enough to make a man lose all control. It took every shred of control he had to not flip her over, raise that skirt and fuck her silly. He’d never seen a woman look so beautifully tempting.
    “Oh God, Sage.” He drew in a shaky breath.
    That brought her out of it and she tried to roll off of him, but he held tight. Turning pink in the cheeks, she finally met his gaze.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Are you crazy. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Don’t be sorry.” He grabbed her head with his right hand and kissed the embarrassment from her face.
    Cursing his sling, he had to satisfy himself with holding her with one arm while she lay above him. He was hard as a rock, there was no way she could miss feeling him pressing against her, but he didn’t move. Neither did she as she stared down at him with those deep chocolate eyes. “Do you still want to eat?”
    Mustang laughed and shook his head at the X-rated image that flitted through his head. She had no idea what he was picturing eating. Good thing she meant food.
    “Yeah, sure. Let’s eat.”
    They had better do something to distract him because the impulse to make love to her was nearly overwhelming. In spite of what he wanted, he let her roll off him.
    What was he going to do for the next few months if they couldn’t even eat together without his wanting to plunge inside her?
    She delivered a paper plate laden with food and handed it to him. “Your favorite kind.”
    “Onion and jalapeno?”
    “Of course.”
    “For both of us? Your favorite is chicken.”
    She blushed. “You remembered that?”
    “Of course.”
    Still pink cheeked, she laughed. “Wow. Well anyway, yeah, for both of us. Grams only made your favorite kind.”
    “Because I’m so charming, remember?”
    From the way she dropped her eyes, she was remembering. He smiled, happy they’d both taste like onions just in case there was a repeat of that kiss. His pulse raced at the thought.
    Getting excited over just kissing. He was reliving his high school years all over again. Funny how he didn’t mind it one bit.

    ***
    An hour or so later, back at his house with memories of a damn nice goodbye kiss from Sage to keep him warm, Mustang walked into his bedroom.
    Emptying his pockets so he could ditch his jeans and go rub out the need being near Sage all evening had created, Mustang pulled out his cell phone just as it began to ring. Glancing at the readout, he didn’t recognize the number but that didn’t mean much.
    It was a Houston area code. Maybe Joe wanted him to pose mostly naked for his sports site again. Perhaps this time he’d be in football gear since he had mentioned he’d played a bit in high school. Another week of work like this past one and he might jump at that chance.
    “Hello.”
    A female voice greeted him. “Mustang Jackson?”
    Uh oh. Who was this and what did she want? Reviewing the dozens of women he’d spent one night with while he’d crisscrossed this country as well as Canada and Mexico for competitions, Mustang suddenly remembered why he’d never gotten a cell phone before.
    But how the hell could any one of them have gotten this number? “Um, who’s calling?”
    “My name is Missy Love. I run a video production company and I was contacted by Joe Parisi about a cowboy named Mustang Jackson who has what I need for a video we’re shooting this weekend.”
    Mustang’s eyebrows shot up. “Really. And what kind of video would this