curls and lowered his mouth to hers, absorbing her quick intake of breath. Holding her in place while he fought the need eating at him, he nibbled at her lips. Coaxing. Seducing.
Let me in.
He was starving for that. To feel her open and allow him inside to taste her warmth. To let him get lost in the feel of her, let him bring her pleasure for a little while.
Jessica's hands went to his shoulders, resting there lightly while he kissed her, moving his lips gently, learning the feel and the shape of her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but then he felt the tremulous give of her mouth under his. The tiny surrender made him want to growl in satisfaction.
He angled his head for a better fit, and when she started to kiss him back, he firmed his grip in her hair and slid his tongue over her lower lip, wanting inside her mouth. Her lips parted, trembling beneath his, stoking the dominant fire inside him. The way she gasped when he licked into her mouth was so sexy. The bite of her fingers as she curled them into his shoulders made him want to smile. She was so soft and warm, so willing and eager. He could strip her right here and enjoy all that smooth skin he'd been wanting to touch.
Deepening the kiss, he pulled her close enough that her breasts brushed against his chest. She pressed closer, rubbing against him like a hungry little kitten as her tongue twined with his. The sweet taste, the feel of her filled his senses. Her soft moan of arousal sent the blood rushing to his swelling cock and set off warning bells in his head.
Fuck. She was a guest. He never should have touched her. If he didn't stop right now, he'd end up taking her here against the leather seats, and he knew she'd let him.
Cursing himself, he released her and sat back. She dropped her hands from his shoulders and stared at him in the thickening silence, her eyes a little dazed. A lot aroused. Her lips were swollen and shiny from his kisses. He wanted to do it some more. Hell, he wanted to get her naked and spread out under him. Wanted to hear her sob his name and feel her nails in his back while he took her slow, then hard.
His hands clenched into fists on his thighs. Damn, he'd never meant to let things get so far out of hand. “I'm s—"
"Don't.” She raised a hand and broke eye contact. Her dreamy expression evaporated as she fished out the purse she'd dropped in the foot well. “I don't want an apology."
He felt like shit. She deserved an explanation. “I shouldn't have done that.” His voice was harsher than he'd intended, fraught with frustration. When her eyes flinched, he wanted to kick his own ass for hurting her. She was a sweetheart, not to mention off limits. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with him? This was his fault, not hers. “Jess—"
"It's all right.” She climbed out. “Have a good night."
The door slammed in his face before he could respond.
Without looking back at him, she hurried to the path. Deke dragged a hand through his hair. He could have gone after her, but he'd done enough damage for one night. Watching her from the truck until she reached her empty cabin, he wrestled with leaving her alone here. The ranch was perfectly safe, but he hated the thought of her sleeping alone in the cabin while everyone else was still out. His gaze strayed to the small stone building next to the corral.
Ah, screw it. He'd sleep on the cot at the back of the tack room, close enough to her cabin to reassure himself she was safe, but far enough away that he wouldn't be tempted to go to her. The uncomfortable cot would make his back kill in the morning, but at least he'd be able to get some sleep that way. If he could stop thinking about her long enough to fall into oblivion.
Sexual need continued to pound through his body as he started the truck. He'd probably wind up finishing himself off first by fantasizing about her luscious mouth wrapped around his aching cock.
Blowing out a deep breath, he drove to the corral, feeling truly alone
Let me in.
He was starving for that. To feel her open and allow him inside to taste her warmth. To let him get lost in the feel of her, let him bring her pleasure for a little while.
Jessica's hands went to his shoulders, resting there lightly while he kissed her, moving his lips gently, learning the feel and the shape of her mouth. She was hesitant at first, but then he felt the tremulous give of her mouth under his. The tiny surrender made him want to growl in satisfaction.
He angled his head for a better fit, and when she started to kiss him back, he firmed his grip in her hair and slid his tongue over her lower lip, wanting inside her mouth. Her lips parted, trembling beneath his, stoking the dominant fire inside him. The way she gasped when he licked into her mouth was so sexy. The bite of her fingers as she curled them into his shoulders made him want to smile. She was so soft and warm, so willing and eager. He could strip her right here and enjoy all that smooth skin he'd been wanting to touch.
Deepening the kiss, he pulled her close enough that her breasts brushed against his chest. She pressed closer, rubbing against him like a hungry little kitten as her tongue twined with his. The sweet taste, the feel of her filled his senses. Her soft moan of arousal sent the blood rushing to his swelling cock and set off warning bells in his head.
Fuck. She was a guest. He never should have touched her. If he didn't stop right now, he'd end up taking her here against the leather seats, and he knew she'd let him.
Cursing himself, he released her and sat back. She dropped her hands from his shoulders and stared at him in the thickening silence, her eyes a little dazed. A lot aroused. Her lips were swollen and shiny from his kisses. He wanted to do it some more. Hell, he wanted to get her naked and spread out under him. Wanted to hear her sob his name and feel her nails in his back while he took her slow, then hard.
His hands clenched into fists on his thighs. Damn, he'd never meant to let things get so far out of hand. “I'm s—"
"Don't.” She raised a hand and broke eye contact. Her dreamy expression evaporated as she fished out the purse she'd dropped in the foot well. “I don't want an apology."
He felt like shit. She deserved an explanation. “I shouldn't have done that.” His voice was harsher than he'd intended, fraught with frustration. When her eyes flinched, he wanted to kick his own ass for hurting her. She was a sweetheart, not to mention off limits. Jesus, what the hell was wrong with him? This was his fault, not hers. “Jess—"
"It's all right.” She climbed out. “Have a good night."
The door slammed in his face before he could respond.
Without looking back at him, she hurried to the path. Deke dragged a hand through his hair. He could have gone after her, but he'd done enough damage for one night. Watching her from the truck until she reached her empty cabin, he wrestled with leaving her alone here. The ranch was perfectly safe, but he hated the thought of her sleeping alone in the cabin while everyone else was still out. His gaze strayed to the small stone building next to the corral.
Ah, screw it. He'd sleep on the cot at the back of the tack room, close enough to her cabin to reassure himself she was safe, but far enough away that he wouldn't be tempted to go to her. The uncomfortable cot would make his back kill in the morning, but at least he'd be able to get some sleep that way. If he could stop thinking about her long enough to fall into oblivion.
Sexual need continued to pound through his body as he started the truck. He'd probably wind up finishing himself off first by fantasizing about her luscious mouth wrapped around his aching cock.
Blowing out a deep breath, he drove to the corral, feeling truly alone
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