Texas Wild by Brenda Jackson Page A

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most men hadn’t made it as far as the first. And then she was here at two in the
morning, sitting in a parked truck with him in Texas. If that wasn’t wild, she
didn’t know what was.
    “You have such warm lips.”
    He could say some of the most overwhelming words…or maybe to
her they were overwhelming because no other man had said them to her before.
“Thanks.”
    “You don’t have to thank me for compliments. Everything I say
is true. I will never lie to you, Megan.”
    For some reason, she believed him. But if she wasn’t supposed
to thank him, what was she supposed to say? She tilted her head back to look at
him and wished she hadn’t. The intense look in his gaze had deepened, and she
felt a stirring inside of her, making her want things she’d never had
before.
    He must have seen something in her eyes, because he whispered,
“Come here.” And then he lifted her into his arms, twisted his body to stretch
his legs out on the seat and sat her in his lap. Immediately, she felt the
thick, hard erection outlined against his zipper and pressed into her backside.
That set off a barrage of sensations escalating through her, but nothing was as
intense as the sensual strokes she felt at the juncture of her thighs.
    And then, before she could take her next breath, he leaned down
and captured her lips in his.
    * * *
    Rico wasn’t sure just what there was about Megan that
made him want to do this over and over again—mate his mouth with hers in a way
that was sending him over the edge, creating more memories that would keep him
awake at night. All he knew was that he needed to taste her again like he needed
to breathe.
    In the most primal way, blood was surging through his veins and
desire was slamming through him, scorching his senses and filling him with needs
that only she could satisfy. He couldn’t help but feel his erection pressing
against her and wishing he could be skin-to-skin with her, but he knew this
wasn’t the time or the place. But kissing her here, now, was essential.
    His tongue continued to explore her mouth with an intensity
that had her trembling in his arms. But he wouldn’t let up. It couldn’t be
helped. There was something between them that he couldn’t explain. It was wild
and, for him, unprecedented. First there had been that instant attraction, then
the crackling of sexual chemistry. Then, later, after their first kiss, that
greedy addiction that had him in a parked truck, kissing her senseless at two in
the morning.
    He slowly released her mouth to stare down at her and saw the
glazed look in her eyes. Then he slowly began unbuttoning her shirt dress. The
first sign of her bra had him drawing in a deep breath of air—which only pulled
her scent into his nostrils, a sensuous blend of jasmine and lavender.
    Her bra had a front clasp and as soon as his fingers released
it, her breasts sprang free. Seeing them made him throb. As he stared down at
them, he saw the nipples harden before his eyes, making hunger take over his
senses. Releasing a guttural moan, he leaned down and swooped a nipple between
his lips and began sucking on it. Earnestly.
    Megan gasped at the contact of his wet mouth on her breast, but
then, when the sucking motion of his mouth made her sex clench, she threw her
head back and moaned. His tongue was doing the same things to her breasts that
it had done inside her mouth, and she wasn’t sure she could take it. The strokes
were so keen and strong, she could actually feel them between her legs.
    She reached out and grabbed at his shoulder and when she
couldn’t get a firm grip there, she went for his hair, wrapping some of the
silky strands around her finger as his mouth continued to work her breasts,
sending exquisite sensations ramming through her.
    But what really pushed her over the edge was when his hand slid
underneath her dress to touch her thigh. No man had ever placed his hand
underneath her dress. Such a thing could get one killed. If not by her,