three potent words.
“Do me here.”
He turned toward her, surprised to find her hands already at his waist, fumbling with the button, then sliding the zipper down.
“You need this, don’t you?” he asked as she jerked his pants down and curled shaky hands around his erection.
“You have no idea,” she whispered, pushing his boxers down as well. Then she stalled her frantic attack and raised her eyes to his.
The light from his porch illuminated her pale blond hair and let him see the urgent desire in her eyes. But it also identified something else in her gaze—a question. And he’d die before he let her believe there was anything one-sided about what was happening here. “I need it too, Lettie. This. Here. With you.”
Her smile warmed his heart. “You have protection, right?”
“Oh yeah.” He withdrew the foil packet from his pants. “Lettie.”
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes never leaving his hands as they rolled the latex down the length of his penis.
“Are you still as limber as you were in high school, when you did all those cheerleader stunts?”
She laughed out loud, climbed across the console and eased a long, slender leg down the edge between the door and the seat. Her hot, slippery center found his aching penis and slid down his length, enveloping him like a glove.
“What do you think?” she asked, easing back up, then taking him in again.
“Hell. Yeah.”
He’d never been with a woman whose intimate femininity was so bare, shaved and slick and ready. And he’d never been with a woman who made his world spin, urging him to delicious heights of ecstasy as she took control.
He clamped his mouth over one nipple, pulling and sucking and licking, while she worked her hips, gasping and panting as she drove him toward the edge. Moving a hand between their hot, heated bodies, he found her tender cleft, still swollen and waiting for his touch.
She increased her pace as he matched her rhythm, thrusting inside, while teasing her sensitive nub.
“Bill, I’m—almost—” She screamed out, and he lifted his hips and drove in hard, climaxing powerfully into her hot core as she convulsed around him.
Bill pulled her close and held her as her body, slick with sex, shuddered. He held her there, his penis still deep within her, while she collapsed against him, her soft blond curls tickling his cheek and her luscious lips nuzzling his neck.
True, he’d never been with a woman like this before. Never been so bold, so wild, so intense. Then again, he’d never been with Lettie.
C HAPTER 9
C an I buy you a drink?”
Amy often came to Cowboys, the Atlanta bar known for fast-paced line dancing and bull rider wanna-bes, to dance away the stresses of work. She never came looking for a man specifically, rather someone who knew the latest steps, was willing to take a spin on the floor and would concede to Amy’s adamant stance of returning home alone.
She wasn’t like so many Atlanta women in their twenties who looked for heated action on the dance floor, then hoped for honest-to-goodness cowboys heating up their beds later on. Amy knew most of them were disappointed at night’s end, anyway, because she’d swear 95 percent of the Stetsons in the room had never seen hide or hair of a horse.
But the six-foot-plus cowboy standing in front of her right now was in the other 5 percent. The real deal. Cowboy through and through, from the black Stetson on his gorgeous head to the just-as-black Ropers on his feet. And, consequently, every female in the room eyed him like the last brownie at a fat person’s convention.
Everyone but Amy, that is, who wished Landon Brooks would sidle up to someone else. He was way too tempting.
She knew because he tempted her daily.
“I asked if I could buy you a drink, Amy,” Landon said, standing with his Wrangler-clad thighs and his give-me-a-shot smile.
Amy glanced at the two cellulars in her purse. The phones had kept her off the dance floor all night, though
“Do me here.”
He turned toward her, surprised to find her hands already at his waist, fumbling with the button, then sliding the zipper down.
“You need this, don’t you?” he asked as she jerked his pants down and curled shaky hands around his erection.
“You have no idea,” she whispered, pushing his boxers down as well. Then she stalled her frantic attack and raised her eyes to his.
The light from his porch illuminated her pale blond hair and let him see the urgent desire in her eyes. But it also identified something else in her gaze—a question. And he’d die before he let her believe there was anything one-sided about what was happening here. “I need it too, Lettie. This. Here. With you.”
Her smile warmed his heart. “You have protection, right?”
“Oh yeah.” He withdrew the foil packet from his pants. “Lettie.”
“Yeah,” she said, her eyes never leaving his hands as they rolled the latex down the length of his penis.
“Are you still as limber as you were in high school, when you did all those cheerleader stunts?”
She laughed out loud, climbed across the console and eased a long, slender leg down the edge between the door and the seat. Her hot, slippery center found his aching penis and slid down his length, enveloping him like a glove.
“What do you think?” she asked, easing back up, then taking him in again.
“Hell. Yeah.”
He’d never been with a woman whose intimate femininity was so bare, shaved and slick and ready. And he’d never been with a woman who made his world spin, urging him to delicious heights of ecstasy as she took control.
He clamped his mouth over one nipple, pulling and sucking and licking, while she worked her hips, gasping and panting as she drove him toward the edge. Moving a hand between their hot, heated bodies, he found her tender cleft, still swollen and waiting for his touch.
She increased her pace as he matched her rhythm, thrusting inside, while teasing her sensitive nub.
“Bill, I’m—almost—” She screamed out, and he lifted his hips and drove in hard, climaxing powerfully into her hot core as she convulsed around him.
Bill pulled her close and held her as her body, slick with sex, shuddered. He held her there, his penis still deep within her, while she collapsed against him, her soft blond curls tickling his cheek and her luscious lips nuzzling his neck.
True, he’d never been with a woman like this before. Never been so bold, so wild, so intense. Then again, he’d never been with Lettie.
C HAPTER 9
C an I buy you a drink?”
Amy often came to Cowboys, the Atlanta bar known for fast-paced line dancing and bull rider wanna-bes, to dance away the stresses of work. She never came looking for a man specifically, rather someone who knew the latest steps, was willing to take a spin on the floor and would concede to Amy’s adamant stance of returning home alone.
She wasn’t like so many Atlanta women in their twenties who looked for heated action on the dance floor, then hoped for honest-to-goodness cowboys heating up their beds later on. Amy knew most of them were disappointed at night’s end, anyway, because she’d swear 95 percent of the Stetsons in the room had never seen hide or hair of a horse.
But the six-foot-plus cowboy standing in front of her right now was in the other 5 percent. The real deal. Cowboy through and through, from the black Stetson on his gorgeous head to the just-as-black Ropers on his feet. And, consequently, every female in the room eyed him like the last brownie at a fat person’s convention.
Everyone but Amy, that is, who wished Landon Brooks would sidle up to someone else. He was way too tempting.
She knew because he tempted her daily.
“I asked if I could buy you a drink, Amy,” Landon said, standing with his Wrangler-clad thighs and his give-me-a-shot smile.
Amy glanced at the two cellulars in her purse. The phones had kept her off the dance floor all night, though
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