The Cowboy and the Cougar (The Cougar Chronicles #1)(13)

"God, Jack," she moaned. "Please."

He released the tight bud and smiled. "What, sugar?"

"It feels so good. Put your fingers in me, Jack. Please."

Never one to deny a lady, he inserted two fingers into her hot, wet channel. She clamped around him like a vise and he nearly lost his load right there. She was so tight. He couldn’t wait to sink his cock into her.

He glided in and out of her, enjoying the tight suction of her walls around his fingers. Twisting his hands, he massaged her G-spot and she arched upward. His forearm tensed as he added a third finger, stretching her willing flesh for his hard cock.

He couldn’t take much more, but first he needed to taste her. He unclamped his lips from her gorgeous nipple and let his tongue travel over the round flesh of her breast, down her silky belly and through the pretty dark curls.

He lapped at her folds, the honey and spice a pleasure to savor, as he continued to finger f*ck her. She writhed and moaned, sweet symphony to his ears, and he closed his lips around her clit and sucked.

"Yes, Jack, yes!" she rasped, her voice low with desire.

Her walls spasmed, milking his fingers with their sweet contractions. When the convulsions slowed, he sucked her clit and made her come again, just for the sheer pleasure of hearing her moan his name.

"Jack."

Not cowboy. Jack. How sweet the sound from her pink lips.

"Fuck me now, Jack," she said, "please."

Removing his fingers from her took effort, but knowing he’d replace them with his cock made it worthwhile. With haste, he found his jeans crumpled on the floor and withdrew a condom from the pocket. In seconds he sheathed himself and returned to Holly’s bed.

He lay next to her and touched his lips to hers, slowly tracing them with his tongue. He loved to kiss a woman after he’d gone down on her. He had no idea why, but shoving his tongue coated with female musk into her mouth never failed to get him going. Of course, he was horny already but when Holly opened for his kiss and he fed her a taste of her own juices, a spike of intense heat hit him low in the gut.

He caressed her smooth skin, trailing his fingers along her back to the soft curve of her bottom. She had a great ass, just plump enough. He squeezed a firm globe of flesh and a rumble escaped low in his throat. He had to have her. Now.

Still cupping her backside, he glided on top of her and slid himself snugly between her welcoming thighs. He thrust inside and the breathy sigh from Holly warmed his neck and made his skin prickle. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed immobile for a moment, letting himself sink into her tightness. His body was ablaze—hard, hot and filled with lust—yet he needed this closeness, this chance to consume her completely, before he began pumping into her.

Holly had other ideas. She rocked her hips against his and tiny tremors shook his cock. He withdrew slowly then plunged back into her depths. Ah, how her tight suction gripped him, moved him. He thrust into her again and once more. He wanted to give her more, but he was so close. His body ached for release. The slender length of her legs cushioned his pistoning hips and he groaned when her walls clenched around his rock-hard shaft. She was coming, thank God. He let himself go and the vibrations began in his balls as they tightened against his flesh, then traveled through his cock in tiny jerks.

"Holly, sugar," he gasped and spilled into her warmth.

She clutched his ass, pushing him farther into her as he came with violent jolt after jolt of heavenly pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

When his body finally relaxed, she caressed his back, murmuring unintelligible words against his neck. He kissed her sweat-dampened forehead and rolled to his side. His cock, still hard, slid out of her.

"Jack," she said.

"Hmm?" He flung his arm over his forehead. His breathing was unsteady.

"That was amazing."

He couldn’t help but smile. Hell, yeah, it had been amazing. He pulled the soiled condom from his penis and disposed of it in the wastebasket next to her nightstand. He turned to her, her beautiful face glowing with the sheen of perspiration.

"It was goddamn f*cking amazing, sugar. The best I’ve had in years. Maybe ever."

Her smile illuminated her beauty. Had he reached her? Would she give him a chance now?

"Come here," he said and she scooted into his arms. He kissed the top of her head and pulled her close. "Sleep now. You’re gonna need it."





Holly couldn’t sleep. Jack’s hard body snuggled up to her felt so good. Why couldn’t her life have turned out differently?

Why couldn’t he have been born ten years earlier and already had all the kids he wanted?

Face it, Holly. No matter how you slice it, this wasn’t meant to be.

She disentangled herself from his muscular limbs and padded out to the kitchen for a glass of water. If only he weren’t so sexy, so handsome. But his looks and charisma weren’t what had her so shaken. It was him. Jack. Sure, he had a gorgeous face, an amazing body—but that was superficial. What she loved about him was his kindness, his persistence, his nurturing personality.

Holly’s glass clattered to the bottom of the stainless steel sink. Luckily it didn’t break, and she hoped the noise didn’t wake Jack.

Shit. Had she just thought the word "loved" about Jack?

God, Holly, you so can’t go there.