Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(47)

His mouth travels lower, lifting my shirt to expose my concave belly beneath his lips. His tongue traces the curves of my hips and the shallow of my belly button. My sex tightens and moistens, heating past my boiling point. A deep pulse thumps between my thighs and sparks shower my abdomen with current. I feel so alive with need.

My fingers glide up his shirt, the tendrils of hair ghosting on my fingertips. He smells of the sun and man, so I breathe him in. My mouth kisses the top of his head while his mouth explores the sensitive corners of my pelvis. I inhale sharply from the light pressure of his lips grazing my hips.

I shudder from the intense sensation. I won’t stop. He needs to keep going. My whole body tingles with anticipation.

“What aren’t yer telling me, sweet lassie?” His tongue laps where his thumb rubs into my hip, tickling and exciting every nerve.

Should I tell him? I should be honest with him. He’d find out soon anyway. “I’m a virgin.” I shouldn’t feel ashamed, but I do. He’ll think I’m just a little inexperienced girl.

He gives my belly one last kiss, and his hands squeeze my butt. He moves back to my mouth, applying pressure onto my lips. He presses his body on top of mine, and his arousal bears down on my pelvis, slightly grinding and ramping up an insatiable desire within me.

“I want to be your first, but this needs to be special, and not because of what you went through. I want it to be your unforgettable first.”

I stare into blue eyes, need overwhelming me. “But it would be.”

He brushes back my hair falling across my lips dampened from his. “It will, but I don’t want to take you like this, while you’re vulnerable. Whatever you did in the desert has hurt you and changed you. You need time.”

He kisses me, and heat pours throughout my body. I desire him, and I don’t want to wait. My fingers find the zipper of his jeans. I unbutton and fumble with the zipper. He lets out a groan, and I slowly exhale while my fingers search for the rigid hardness.

“If you don’t stop, I won’t be able to,” he growls low in his throat.

“I don’t want to.” My mouth finds his, and my hand searches out his cock. It’s tucked into his shorts, rigid and ready.

I taste his skin dewed with perspiration, and greedy hunger stirs between my thighs.

“Oh shit,” he rasps. “We need to stop.” But he’s not stopping me.

The front door slams shut, and I jump, my hand instinctually searching for my gun.

“Hey, Aedan,” Caitlin calls. “I’m home. Want to get lunch?”

My sex hurts it’s throbbing so hard. I don’t want to stop. I need him now.





Chapter Cyn


My nerves are blown. I didn’t want Willa to have to kill our uncle or little Manny. That should’ve been my job. Now she’ll have to live with it, and I don’t want that for her. I should’ve protected her. I’d already killed one person in self-defense. She shouldn’t have to carry that burden.

After I’ve slept for an hour, I shower and dress for work. Shane has given me extra work, so he can pay me a whole salary. I don’t like doing the reality TV with Fay, even though she had nothing to do with my mother’s abduction. I just don’t like scripted reality. My own reality is already far too real.

When Juarez kissed me, it totally shocked me. I was pumped full of adrenaline, not lust as Shane imagined. I don’t know what I was feeling at the time, other than relief that Willa was alive. But like Shane, every time he kisses Nikita or spends time with her it’s like a bloodletting. I hate it, and it hurts. I can’t see him with her anymore. Now that I’m free of Manny I want that cabin in the woods on the banks of the Kenai. I want kids circling my wagon like a band of wild Indians. I want that life with Shane, but we have to remove his problem now.

On little sleep, I drag myself to work and drive cautiously there.

I don’t want Willa to lose her virginity. I want her to save it for someone she loves. I don’t want her to be like me. I’ve slept with lots of men, and frankly, I’m not proud of it. When I turned eighteen, I should’ve chased after Shane.

A few cars honk at me because I’m barely functioning. Using my hands-free, I call Willa and leave a message. “Please come get your car at Red Sky or maybe Aedan could. I’m too exhausted to drive. I’ll get a ride home with Shane.”

As I drive toward the tower, I notice a black Escalade pull in behind me. Juarez wouldn’t follow me, not like this. He’d have Espinoza harass me in his low rider, so I don’t get this.

The vehicle doesn’t follow me into the covered parking at the tower, and I sigh my relief. It’s my imagination running wild, but then who tried to run me over here? Could it have been Manny? Juarez? How would they know I applied at Shane’s company?

I take the elevator up and park my butt in my office. Shane is talking to someone, and his voice is raised. I roll my chair close to the door to listen. It’s the fed, and he wants Shane to do what? Oh no. That’s not happening.

I barge into the office, stabbing a finger at Timmons. “No way in hell is he meeting her in some sleazy bar and then take her home to bed.”

“Cyn, do you want me to catch these guys?” Shane asks. “I’m not going to sleep with her if that’s what you’re worried about.”