True-Blue Cowboy - Vicki Lewis Thompson Page 0,38

a freight train. So was she. Nothing aerobic about taping. “Eva? Are you—”

“Going insane?” Straightening, she left the tape dangling and turned, caged between his outstretched arms. Her eyes flashed green fire. “Yes. Yes, I am.”

He held onto the mirror for dear life while his heart raced and his cock throbbed.

“And I’m going to do something about it.” Clutching his sweat-soaked T-shirt in both hands, she yanked it from the waistband of his jeans.

Chapter Eighteen

Breathing in the arousing scent of Nick’s raw masculinity, Eva shoved his T-shirt up to his neck, determined to lick the salty sweat from his heaving chest.

She never got there. He took charge, gripping her head and capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. He dived deep, demanding everything she had to give. She willingly gave it, wrapping one leg around his thigh and welcoming the urgent thrust of his hips.

He let up only long enough to pull off her shirt and his. Then he was back, his tongue in her mouth and his big calloused hands… everywhere.

In seconds her bra joined the two shirts on the floor. She toed off her boots while he unzipped her jeans. She’d never been stripped so fast or been so eager to return the favor.

He didn’t give her the chance. She’d only managed to unfasten his belt when he picked her up and deposited her gently on the clothes he’d strewn on the attic floor.

Straddling her, he held her wrists captive as he delved into her mouth, kissing her with an intensity that made her dizzy with wanting him. She struggled against his restraint.

He lifted his lips a fraction from hers. “Stop.”

“Then take off your jeans.”

“No.”

“I want to touch you.”

He gulped for air. “Next time.” He nuzzled the hollow of her neck, lapping at the sweat pooling there. His and hers. It fell like raindrops from his brow as he moved lower, catching her nipple in his teeth, rolling it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.

She moaned and arched upward, wanting more. And he responded, drawing her breast into his hungry mouth and sucking until her core tightened and her hips shifted restlessly against the hard attic floor.

Releasing her wrists, he threaded his fingers through hers as he continued to make love to her breasts. She could slip her hands free, but she no longer wanted to. Holding hands created a tender link between them as he kissed his way down her sweat-slick body, his damp chest hair brushing her sensitized skin.

Inch by inch, he shifted his position downward. Her aching need intensified with every passing second. Please. She trembled with anticipation.

At last he slid his fingers free and cupped his hands under her bottom. Her heartbeat thrummed in her ears and she dragged in air.

Wedging his broad shoulders between her thighs, he lifted her hips, his breath hot against her moist center. Slowly, with devastating accuracy, he bestowed the kiss she’d longed for. The press of his lips and the swipe of his tongue brought a moan of pleasure. Desperate for release, she thrust her fingers into his wet hair.

He bore down, his talented tongue doing all the right things as the spring tightened within her core. She pressed her fingertips into his scalp and began to pant.

The first wave rolled through her and she cried out. The second wave was stronger. With the third, she shouted his name and arched her back, glorying in the race to the ultimate triumph… there, there. Now.

Her orgasm arrived with such force that she almost blacked out. Spasms rocked her body again and again as he held her tight, stayed with her, prolonged the pleasure.

Gradually the waves receded, leaving her more relaxed than she’d ever been in her life. She cleared her throat. “That…was unexpected.”

His chuckle was low and intimate. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Clearly I need to tape more mirrors.”

“Only if you’ll let me help.” The denim of his jeans rustled as he shifted position and straddled her again. He braced himself on his forearms, his smile lighting his eyes. “That was big fun.”

“But a little one-sided.”

“Ask me if I care.” His gaze roamed her face and breasts. “It’s reward enough to see you like this.”

She grinned. “A total wreck?”

“A beautiful, sensual, wreck. Your eyes are glowing. Your skin, too.” He trailed a finger over her cheek. “I’ll never forget how you look right now.”

She caught his hand and kissed his palm. “It’s all your fault. I tried to control myself. Then I just snapped.”

“How’s that possible? I’m filthy and