The Hottest Ticket in Town by Kimberly Van Meter

He plunged in without waiting, groaning as her soft heat enveloped him, encasing him in sweet oblivion.
    â€œOh God, Laci,” he moaned, losing his ability to remain in control. “God, you’re so tight and wet.” So perfect.
    â€œYou smell like me,” she whispered in his ear, adding with a sultry giggle, “That turns me on.”
    â€œTotal confession—everything about you turns me on,” he admitted in a strained voice as he tried to slow his thrusts. He wanted her to come first or he’d never forgive himself. Grabbing her legs, he hoisted them over his shoulders and rammed himself hard against her G-spot, knowing that it would drive her crazy. He wasn’t wrong. Laci cried out, her eyes squeezing shut as her breasts bounced with each thrust. “You like that, baby?” he asked, grunting as he pounded her hard, nearly dying from the pleasure of being inside her. “God, Laci,” he choked out as the sensation of pure carnal heaven cut off his vocal cords. “I’m gonna come, girl!”
    He lost all reason and within seconds he’d lost his load, too. Spilling inside her hot sheath, his hips pumped as if a demon was working the machinery and he was helpless to control it. His seed burst from his cock in hot jets, and he’d never felt his heart so close to exploding than in that moment. “Oh God, girl,” he muttered, barely able to form the words as he collapsed on top of her, pressing soft, weak kisses along her collarbone as they both breathed heavily. The scent of hay and sex filling the air and creating one helluva mental trigger so that every time he walked into this barn, he’d never think of anything aside from Laci—even more so than when he’d been a kid.
    And then his brain kicked back in and he asked, “Um, are you... Hell, I should’ve asked first... I’m sorry, Laci...”
    She surprised him with a husky laugh and wrapped her arms around him, saying, “I’m protected. No babies for this girl while she’s on tour.” He should’ve been relieved, but for some reason the knowledge fell flat. A baby with Laci. He’d never considered it with anyone else, but...maybe with Laci... No, what the hell was wrong with him? He rolled off her and started to find his clothes, immediately shaken by the completely screwed-up notion that’d somehow wedged itself in his mind. Laci, noting his sudden change in demeanor, frowned as she grabbed her bra. “You okay?”
    He forced a grin. “Right as rain, baby,” he told her, not wanting to ruin the moment when he didn’t even know where the errant thought had come from. He helped her up and then after they’d dressed, they began to walk back to the house. When Laci slipped her hand into his, he closed his fingers over hers, but he didn’t know what they were doing aside from confusing the hell out of each other.
    Laci flashed him a bright smile as she pulled forward and said before disappearing into the house, “You’re not getting out of washing up, Dalton. I’ll get dinner, and you clean.”
    He tipped an imaginary hat her direction, but his smile faded the minute she was behind the front door.
    What a fine mess.
    It’s just sex
, a voice argued, but he knew that was a bunch of horseshit.
    It’d never been just sex with Laci and it never would be.
    And that was what he had to deal with.
    Somehow.

12
    L ACI HUMMED UNDER her breath, that fragment of song coming to her as she served up the pot roast, content for the first time in a long time. Maybe it was the little things that she missed the most and hadn’t realized were so very important to a country girl like herself. She smiled as Kane exited the bathroom, all cleaned up and looking yummy as ever. What was it about that man that drove her crazy? It was as if there were a trigger inside her that released a whole circus of crazy inside her heart and