Should've Been a Cowboy by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page A

her arms around his neck and started moaning softly.
    He lifted his mouth a fraction away from hers. “Wrap your legs around my waist. I’m going to pick you up and reverse our positions so I’m sitting on the seat.”
    “Where will I sit?”
    “On me, little lady.”
    “Okay.”
    As fast as she was breathing and as wet as she was, she probably would have said okay to any suggestion he made, including doing it on the hard ground. But he wasn’t that frantic…yet.
    Putting one arm around her shoulders, he slid the other one under her bottom and lifted her out of the truck. Fortunately he remembered to bend his knees, which gave him better leverage and kept him from throwing his back out or banging her head on the same truck roof he was trying to avoid. He thought longingly of the king-size mattress in Jack’s bedroom, but he’d make do with the conditions he’d been given.
    He only staggered once as he turned around, but she gave a little cry of alarm and tightened her grip.
    “Everything’s fine. Keep your head down.”
    “If you drop me, Alex Keller…”
    “I won’t.” He made contact with the seat and slowly sank back, propping his butt against it. They were almost in a doable position, except she was still mostly out of the truck.
    She nibbled on his lower lip. “So what’s your next move, Houdini?”
    “I’m thinking.”
    Keeping one arm around his neck, she reached down and took hold of his dick, condom and all. “I know where this belongs.”
    His voice was hoarse. “Me, too. I’m just not sure how to…”
    “This is turning into a number from Cirque du Soleil.”
    “I know.”
    “Let me maneuver a bit.”
    Unwrapping one leg from around his waist, she held on to his cock as if needing it for balance while she propped her knee on the seat next to his hip.
    Her grip threatened to send him over the edge, so he started counting backward from a hundred to distract himself.
    “Are you doing a countdown?”
    “If you don’t hurry, that’s exactly what it will turn into.”
    “Scoot back a little.”
    He obeyed and kept counting.
    She managed to get the other knee in position so she was straddling him. “Move back a little more.”
    He followed her directions and then, miracle of miracles, they were there. His cock was poised at the entrance to all things special. Her mouth found his, and she suckled his tongue as she slowly lowered her hips, taking his throbbing penis bit by torturous bit.
    He resisted the urge to thrust upward. She’d engineered this feat, and she had the right to tease him. He took satisfaction in knowing she was teasing herself, too. After that night in the hayloft, he knew exactly how much she liked having him deep inside her. She’d told him all about that…in detail.
    When at last he was in up to the hilt, she drew back to look into his eyes. In the glow from the dome light, her eyes flashed with dark fire. “There,” she said, her voice husky. “Mission accomplished.”
    He swallowed, so overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside her again that he wasn’t sure he could form an actual word. “Nice,” he murmured at last.
    “Yeah.” Her gaze held his as she began to move.
    Bracketing her hips with both hands, he closed his eyes, the better to savor this moment. He’d made love with several women in his life, and not one had welcomed him the way Tyler did. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but somehow she opened to him in a way no other woman ever had. And, at the same time, she gathered him in close, as if wanting him, and only him, to learn the secrets of her body.
    Leaning forward, she brushed her lips over his. “You okay?”
    “I’m so okay it’s frightening.”
    “I wasn’t sure. You closed your eyes…”
    “I wanted to… I needed to concentrate on…” He pushed up, not much, but enough to tighten the connection, lock it in. “On this.”
    “You’re not imagining I’m someone else?”
    He opened his eyes at once. “God, no. Is that what