Slow Hand (Hot Cowboy Nights, #1)(50)

“Yes. Yes. With sugar on top,” she whimpered. He settled into a ruthless rhythm that was making her mind melt. “You have to stop this now.”

“You want me to stop, darlin’? Maybe I wasn’t clear. I want you to beg me to make you come. Here and now. Then you’re going to straddle my lap and ride me cowgirl-style until we fog every damned window in that SUV.”

His words were all it took to send her toppling over the edge. She buried her face in his chest until the ripples ceased. She watched on wobbly legs, growing more breathless at the dark glitter in his blue eyes as Wade prepared to make as good on his second promise as he had on the first. Opening the passenger door, he adjusted the seat all the way back. Then, instead of handing her up, he climbed inside and pulled her onto his lap.

“Wouldn’t the backseat be easier?” she asked.

“Not how I want you,” he growled, yanking her shoes off and throwing them over his shoulder. “I gave you yours, sweetheart. This one’s all mine. Turn around. Straddle me,” he commanded, his manner brusque, his actions almost rough as he guided her into the position he wanted—facing away from him.

She heard the metallic slide of his zipper and then felt his hips rise and shift as he shoved his jeans down. She felt the release of his hard hot flesh as it sprang free, slapping her ass. She reached behind, eager to feel it in her hands, but he stopped her.

“Hands on the dashboard, sweetheart. You’re gonna need it.”

He reached under her dress, pushing it up over her hips and held it there, his big hands holding her firmly at the waist. He thrust into her. Hard. Deep. Giving her no time to catch her breath. The next seconds unfurled in a frantic and feral frenzy. Squeezing her waist and jerking her hips, Wade pounded mercilessly into her from behind, the slap of flesh filling the air even as Nikki’s gasps painted clouds all over the windshield. He climaxed fast and hard, his lungs emptying with a primal roar. She immediately followed, pulsing around him as he came in searing surges until they both slumped into the seat, still joined, but sedated and spent.

It was raw, animalistic, and probably the hottest sex she’d ever known.





Chapter 14


After recovering sufficiently from their mutual post-climactic coma, they drove back to Sheridan. Nikki’s hand was on his thigh this time. His arm was curled around her shoulders and her head rested against his chest while a Josh Turner ballad played on the radio.

Nikki shut her eyes, basking in his warmth, his generosity, and his strength. She still marveled at how Wade had been there for her ever since she’d arrived in Montana. She wasn’t used to having anyone stand up for her. But as a total stranger, he had come to her rescue when she desperately needed someone. In three short days, he’d managed to turn her world inside out and upside down; more than any man she’d ever known.

She slanted him a sidelong look and found him gazing back at her, a soft smile stretching his mouth—a smile that enveloped her in its warm cocoon. He pulled her tighter against him. She nuzzled her face into his shirt just to breathe in his heady musky male scent. God, how she wished again that this could last forever—but she was leaving in a matter of days. The thought jarred her, shattering her serenity as effectively as his voice broke the silence.

“There’s something weighing on me, Nikki. Something I think you deserve to know.”

Shit! Damn it all to hell! She should have known he was too damned good to be true. Part of her had been waiting for just this moment. Her pulse roared in her ears as she waited for the other shoe to drop. “There’s someone else?”

“No.” He shook his head. “It’s nothing like that, but there’s something that’s had me real messed up for a long time. I told you at dinner that I wasn’t ready to talk about it, but maybe it’s time to unload my own baggage. I don’t want to screw up again. It’s too important to me. You are too important to me.”

His words made her heart skip. She waited in silence for him to continue.

“I’ve been stuck in the past for almost four years, but I really want to get over it now. I want to move on and put it all behind me. You’ve made me want to do that, Nikki. Can you understand?”

“I’m not sure I do.” Her gaze searched his face. “You wanna explain?”

“There’s a lot more to the story I told you about my brother and me. There’s a shitload more.” He drew a breath, and then exhaled. “Damn, this is hard.”

“Is it about Rachel? Your mother told me how she came between you and Dirk, but I still don’t understand how your rivalry over a high school sweetheart could destroy your relationship.”

He hesitated again, his mouth firming. “She wasn’t just a girlfriend, Nikki. Rachel was my wife.”

Nikki’s head reeled as if she’d been struck by a two-by-four. His confession just didn’t fit. It distorted everything she thought she knew about him. “Your wife?” she repeated once she found her voice again. “You were married?”

“Yup. For three and a half years. I took up with her right after Dirk left for the Marines. We got engaged six months before he was scheduled to come home. I think I was afraid she’d dump me as soon as he returned so I married her.” He gave a bitter laugh. “I made the biggest goddamn mistake of my life at twenty-four years old—and we all three paid for it.”