Cowgirls Don't Cry(60)

Jessie lifted a brow. “Never heard that from you before.”


And likely she wouldn’t again. “Look. I appreciate the offer, but—”


“Offer?” she repeated. “Like you’d be doing me a favor by doing me?” Her face shuttered. “Screw that. I’m outta here.” She turned so fast her coattails whapped him on the knee.

He grabbed her out of reflex. “Whoa. This is exactly what I didn’t want to happen.”


“Congrats. You made it happen anyway.”


He hauled her against his chest, imprisoning her in his arms.

“Let me go.”


“No. You started this, Jess, not me.”


“What is wrong with you?”


He pressed his mouth to the shell of her ear. “I want you, okay? Fuck. I always want you. But I’m on edge in a big way today, and it’d be better if—”


“You shut me out? Wow. Like I’ve never dealt with that from a McKay man before.”


Once again, she’d pushed the wrong button. In a flash, he crowded her against the living room wall.

“You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into by taunting me.”


Jessie lifted her chin. “Show me. You won’t shock me.”


“Don’t bet on that, sweetheart.”


Then she shocked him by wreathing her arms around his neck and whispering, “Trust me. Please.

Don’t shut me out. Let me in. I’m here for you however you need me.” Her cool fingers settled on his nape.

Damn. Her touch felt good, soothing him and stirring him up. “I don’t have a lot of control right now.”


“So you admitting that Brandt McKay, the almighty gentleman cowboy, is showing me that he’s not always as even-keeled as he projects?”


“Yes.”


“That’s a start.” Jessie crushed her lips to his, inhaling him with a take-no-prisoners kiss and ground her pelvis against his. When he stupidly tried to pull away, she held him tighter, kissed him harder and he was done fighting her. Done fighting himself.

Brandt wrested control, frantic to touch her everywhere, her throat, her breasts, her belly, between her thighs. Letting his desire for her burn up any residual anger. Letting her help him take the edge off. Letting her in.

She writhed against him. When Jessie dropped her hand over his fly to unzip his jeans, he growled and ended all body contact.

He stepped back. “Clothes off.”


Moments later, she was completely naked.

He turned her around. “Put your hands flat on the wall.”


Jessie didn’t hesitate.

She wasn’t being obedient for his sake, because he wanted it this way. She wanted it this way. Her breathing had become erratic. Her body rippled with that f*ck me now tremor that kicked his lust into the danger zone. He let his mouth tease her ear. “You sure you want this? Me f*cking you, only thinkin’ about how good it’ll feel when I’m buried balls deep in your tight cunt? You really want me to use you hard?”


“Yes. God yes.”


Brandt slipped his fingers between her thighs and found her soaked. A primitive yowl in his head had him jerking his shirttails free from his jeans. Belt unfastened, zipper undone, he removed his jeans only to the tops of his boots because he was obsessed with getting inside her and couldn’t wait to get completely undressed.

“Brandt.”