Texas Wild by Brenda Jackson Page B

then
surely by her brothers. But her brothers weren’t here. She was a grown
woman.
    And when Rico slid his hands higher, touching her in places
she’d never been touched, his fingertips making their way to her center, she
shamelessly lifted her hips and shifted her legs wider to give him better
access. Where was her self-control? It had taken a freaking hike the moment he
had touched his mouth to hers.
    Then he was kissing her mouth again, but she was fully aware of
his hand easing up her thigh, easing inside the crotch of her panties to touch
her.
    She almost shot out of his lap at the contact, but he held her
tight and continued kissing her as his fingers stroked her, inching toward her
pulsating core.
    He broke off the kiss and whispered, “You feel good here. Hot.
Wet. I like my fingers here, touching you this way.”
    She bit down on her lips to keep from saying that she liked his
fingers touching her that way, as well. Whether intentional or not, he was
tormenting her, driving her over the edge with every stroke. She was feeling
light-headed, sensually intoxicated. He was inciting her to lose control, and
she couldn’t resist. The really sad thing was that a part of her didn’t want to
resist.
    “And do you know what’s better than touching you here?” he
asked.
    She couldn’t imagine. Already she had been reduced to a
trembling mess as he continued to stroke her. She gripped his hair tighter and
hoped she wasn’t causing him any pain. “No, I can’t imagine,” she whispered,
struggling to get the words out. Forcing anything from her lungs was complicated
at the moment.
    “Then let me show you, baby.”
    Her mind had been so focused on his term of endearment that she
hadn’t realized he had quickly shifted their bodies so her head was away from
him, closer to the passenger door. The next thing she knew he had pushed the
rest of her dress aside, eased off her panties and lifted her hips to place her
thighs over his shoulders.
    He met her gaze once, but it was enough for her to see the
smoldering heat in his eyes just seconds before he lowered his head between her
legs. Shock made her realize what he was about to do, and she called out his
name. “Rico!”
    But the sound was lost and became irrelevant the moment his
mouth touched her core and his tongue slid between the folds. And when he began
stroking her, tasting her, she couldn’t help but cry out his name again.
“Rico.”
    He didn’t let up as firm hands held her hips steady and a
determined mouth licked her like she was a meal he just had to have. She
continued to moan as blood gushed through her veins. His mouth was devouring
her, driving her over the edge, kicking what self-control remained right out the
window. The raw hunger he was exhibiting was sending her senses scurrying in all
directions. She closed her eyes as moan after moan after moan tore from her
lips. The feelings were intense. Their magnitude was resplendent and stunning.
Pleasure coiled within her then slowly spread open as desire sharpened its claws
on her. Making her feel things she had never felt before. Sensations she hadn’t
known were possible. And the feel of his stubble-roughened jaw on her skin
wasn’t helping her regain control.
    “Rico,” she whispered. “I—I need…” She couldn’t finish her
thought because she didn’t have a clue what she needed. She’d never been with a
man like this before, and neither had Gemma before Callum. All her sister had
told Megan was that it was something well worth the wait. But if this was the
prologue, the wait just might kill her.
    And then he did something, she wasn’t sure what, with his
tongue. Some kind of wiggly formation followed by a fierce jab that allowed his
mouth to actually lock down on her.
    Sensations blasted through her, and she flung back her head and
let out a high-pitched scream. But he wouldn’t let go. He continued to taste and
savor her as if she was not only his flavor of the day, but also his