Playing With Fire (Tangled in Texas, #2)(73)
The sun hadn’t risen fully, but soft blue morning light illuminated his too-good-to-be-true face. He stayed? All night? I gazed into his twinkling green eyes and smiled sweetly at him. “Good morning.”
I had to be at work by ten o’clock, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was snuggle back in and sleep the day away wrapped in his arms. Because when he did finally leave, he wouldn’t be back. This moment would be our last together and I never wanted it to end. Nothing could ruin this for me.
For a moment, he was silent, then he said, “I didn’t know you had a photo of us at camp.”
Crap!
I’d forgotten all about the framed print sitting on my nightstand. Had I known he’d wind up in my bedroom yesterday, I would’ve shoved the picture in a drawer or closet. “Bobbie Jo sent it to me.”
“We were young. I was a cocky little bastard back then.” He chuckled. “Not that I’ve changed all that much since.” I grinned, but my mouth melted when he added, “And look at you. So sweet and innocent and…completely infatuated with me.”
Kill me now. “Oh, stop it. Just because I was looking at you in the photo didn’t mean I was infatuated with you. Maybe I was just stunned by your arrogance and your—”
“Impressive boner?”
Shocked, I glanced over my shoulder at him as a smile erupted on his gorgeous face. “You did not have…one of those.”
His hand moved lower and massaged my rear firmly, grinding my pelvis against his rapidly hardening length. “No, but I damn sure do right now.”
A rush of heat climbed my neck and flooded my face. I did the coy look-away thing, not wanting him to know how much his words and actions affected me.
When I tried to pull away, he wouldn’t allow it. He grasped my chin with his free hand and tilted my face back to his. “What’s this?” he asked, brushing a finger along my cheek. “After all the things we did last night, you’re still blushing?”
I shook my head. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what, darlin’?”
“Don’t humiliate me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with another grin as his finger doodled lazy circles over my collarbone. “Though I do like it when you blush from head to toe. Everything on you turns pink. Your neck, your ears, your…” He glanced down at my nipples and they instantly hardened. His eyes darkened with desire.
Gently, he flicked the bud with the tip of his finger. It tightened even more as a tingling sensation rocketed through my body.
“Hmm. Interesting,” he noted casually, as if he hadn’t realized he’d just awoken hundreds of nerve endings in that one touch.
With warp speed, he rolled me onto my back and draped himself halfway over me, being careful not to crush me under his weight. He ran his tongue around my nipple, doing this little suck-nibble thing with his lips and teeth as his hand traveled farther south. By the time he reached the notch between my legs, my chest had already expanded with an inhaled breath. Surely he couldn’t want to do it again, could he?
His knuckles brushed my nether region and he whispered, “Open your legs.”
Guess so.
I started to do as he asked, but stopped, remembering the thick baseball bat digging into my hipbone. As much as I would’ve loved to play ball with him, my muscles were already deliciously sore from last night’s overtime innings. And it wouldn’t be fair to invite him up to bat only to let him strike out before reaching home plate. God, why was I thinking in baseball terms?
His fingers wiggled into the crevice between my thighs and moved upward, but I squeezed my legs together and bit my lip. “Um, Cowboy?”
He chuckled softly under his breath. “Don’t worry. I’m not asking for anything in return. I just want to make you feel good. Now be a good girl and do as I asked.”
Reluctantly, I relaxed my legs, allowing them to fall open. His fingers traced carelessly over my flesh, moving up my thigh, until they reached their destination. The moment he found me, he kissed my mouth. Once. Twice. Then he deepened the kiss, pulsing his tongue against mine, as his fingers provided gentle stimulation.
His thumb settled over my clit and kept a firm pressure as he slid two large fingers inside me. I gasped into his mouth from the sheer electric shock that jolted through my system in lusty waves of pleasure. I closed my eyes, but could feel his grin against my open mouth as he worked his fingers in and out of me.
When he suddenly froze, I opened my eyes to find him staring at me. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re so…responsive,” he said, slowly twisting his fingers deeper inside me. “It’s like seeing an invisible girl come to life before my very eyes.”
Physically, I couldn’t pretend the power of his touch and the intensity in his eyes hadn’t affected me. But mentally, I cringed. Telling a woman that she’s only visible when she takes her clothes off wasn’t my idea of a compliment. At least not a good one.
Suddenly, his watchfulness affected me more than his fingers did…but not in a good way. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know…like you’re a hungry carnivore about to gobble up your prey.”
“Hmm. Good idea,” he said, sliding his fingers out of me. “I like the way you think.” He grasped my hips and rolled onto his back, taking me with him, until I was straddling his bare chest. “Don’t move,” he ordered firmly as he lifted me up just enough to slither down the bed until his face stopped between my thighs.