Heaven, Texas (Chicago Stars #2)(65)

He definitely wanted Gracie’s tongue, however, which meant he had to do his best to bring out her adventurous side. With infinite patience, he coaxed her lips open. Her arms tightened around his neck, and the very tip of her tongue quivered like a tiny bird at the threshold of his mouth. She was so wrapped up in what was happening with their tongues that he didn’t want to distract her by exploring those naked little breasts nestled so enticingly against his chest, so he did his best to push away the memory of the way they’d looked with trickles of ice cream running down their slopes and the small nipples puckered in tight, hard buds.

The memory almost pushed him over the edge, and he shoved his hips hard against hers. His aggressiveness didn’t scare her one bit. Instead of trying to back away, she rubbed against him like a hot little kitten waiting to be scratched.

Right then and there he knew he wasn’t nearly as much in charge as he wanted to be. Her fingers dug into his shoulders and she began making sweet moaning sounds deep in her throat. Every muscle in his body had grown taut and his heart was slamming against his ribs. He was so hard he throbbed, and he wanted her with an urgency that scared the hell out of him.

He dimly realized the intruders in the parking lot had disappeared and he couldn’t restrain himself a moment longer. Grasping the arms that were encircling his neck, he eased her far enough away from him so that he could look down at her breasts. They glimmered in the night shadows, and the small nipples pebbled as he gazed at her. Releasing her arms, he brushed the tips with his thumbs. She leaned back against the building, head to the side, eyes closed.

He dipped his head to suckle her. Her nipples stabbed at his tongue, hard little points aggressively demanding his attention. He drew them into his mouth, raked them with his tongue, sucked hard and long. At the same time, he clutched her hips and ground himself against her, treating her far more roughly than he’d intended, but it felt so good, so damned good, and the sounds of her throaty moans in his ears threatened to push him right over the edge. He slipped his fingers between her legs, against the denim seam, and knew he had to bury himself hard and deep inside her before he exploded.

He grabbed the waistband of her jeans in his fists. Jerked at the snap.

“Bobby Tom…” She sobbed his name and his hands froze as he realized he’d scared her.

“Hurry,” she pleaded. “Please hurry.”

His passion escalated as he understood she welcomed his aggressiveness. At the same time, some small glimmer of sanity reminded him where they were, and he knew that what had started out as a game had backfired. He couldn’t take her like this—not against the side of a building. He must have been crazy to let it get this far. What in the hell was wrong with him?

It took all of his self-discipline to close the front of her vest. Her eyes flew open, their expression revealing a mixture of passion and bewilderment. He settled his hat back into position. She was a rookie in her first big game, and he’d never let her see how close she’d come to unseating a champion.

“I think this is going to work out pretty well, don’t you?” His normally agile hands were clumsy as he began fastening her buttons, and he kept talking to camouflage his awkwardness. “We’re gonna take this in stages. You seemed to have missed out on all the normal messin’ around, so we have to make up for that. I don’t think either of us is going to last too long, you understand, but we should at least make the effort.”

“Does this mean we’re done for tonight?”

She looked so woeful he wanted to hug her. “Heck, no. We’re just takin’ a breather. When we get back home, we’ll start up all over again. Maybe we’ll drive down by the river and see how long it takes us to steam up the windows in my pickup.”

Gracie jumped as the door next to them banged open, and Johnny Pettibone stuck his head out. “Bobby Tom, Suzy just called. She wants you to stop by the house right away. Says she thinks she might have a mouse under the sink.” Johnny disappeared back inside.

Bobby Tom sighed. So much for steaming up windows. Once Suzy got hold of him, she wouldn’t let go of him for a while.

Gracie gave him a sympathetic, albeit slightly shaky, smile. “It’s all right; your mother needs you. I’ll get a ride home with one of the production assistants. Actually, this is probably a good thing. I could use a little time to—to adjust.”

Once again she began worrying her lip. “This body-owning idea of yours…I was thinking…That is, it occurred to me…”

“Spit it out, sweetheart. Neither of us is getting any younger.”

“I want a turn,” she said in a rush.

“A turn at what?”

“At the same thing. Body-owning. Yours.”

He wanted to burst out laughing, but instead he frowned and tried to look sullen. “I never expected an intelligent woman to be so illogical. If both of us are going around owning each other’s bodies, we’ll never know who’s supposed to make the next move.”

She regarded him earnestly. “I’m sure we can work it out.”

“I don’t think so.”

She set her jaw. “I’m sorry, Bobby Tom, but I’m going to have to be firm about this.”

He started to give her a hard time, just for the pure pleasure of it, but before he could open his mouth, she’d turned her back on him and marched to the door. Just before she disappeared inside, she tossed him a prim look over her shoulder.