Page 18 of Texas Made
His smile widened. “Great minds and all that.”
Jaclyn propped a boot up on his thigh. “Help me take off my boots?”
“Kind of a pity. I’ve always wanted to make love to a girl wearing cowboy boots.”
She moved her foot. “By all means, then. And when are you going to take off some of those clothes?”
He took off his jacket and tossed it onto a chair. Then sat on the bed and pulled off his boots and socks. Jaclyn got up on her knees and wrapped her arms around him from the back. “Let me help,” she said, beginning to unbutton his shirt. After the first few, he stood and pulled the shirt off over his head, then unbuckled his belt and undid his pants. She watched as the zipper slid down over what looked like a very sizable erection. She told herself not to drool.
His arms and chest were muscular, his stomach flat. She knew his work on the ranch was extremely physical and it showed. She sat on the side of the bed and stroked a hand down his chest to his navy-blue boxers, then caressed him through them.
He groaned and picked up the hand that touched him and kissed it. “I want to take my time but there’s no way I can if you keep doing that.”
“Who said anything about taking your time?”
His eyes darkened until they were almost black. “In that case,” he said, and reached for her. Swiftly he undid her bra and filled his hands with her breasts, squeezing them gently, rolling the nipples until they were sharp, hard points. Then he pushed her back on the bed but with her legs hanging off the side and took one nipple, then the other in his mouth. Sucking and licking until she nearly screamed. One hand slid beneath her panties to her mound, caressing her, sliding a finger inside, pulling it out and pushing it in. She was within moments of coming when he slicked his finger over her and took his hand out of her panties.
“No fair,” she panted, her hands on his arms, fingers digging into his flesh.
“I want to be inside you when you come.”
“Oh. In that case…” She grabbed a condom from the pile on the bed and sat up. She opened the packet, then caught his gaze and smiled before rolling it down his cock very slowly.
“Damn, Jaclyn, you’re killing me,” he said, his voice deep and harsh.
“Payback,” she said with a wicked smile.
He pushed her back on the bed and kissed her, hot, hard, and deeply. Kissed her until she squirmed, wanting him so badly. He stood and ripped off her panties, then picked up her legs and parted them. She wrapped them around him and he plunged inside her, fast, hard and very nearly desperate. With every thrust, he pushed her higher, until her muscles tightened around him, and then she exploded, literally seeing stars. Moments later, he followed, pushing inside her one last time with a harsh groan as he said her name and came.
Neither spoke until Marshall said, “I’m crushing you,” and pulled out of her. He left her, returning shortly after having cleaned up. Jaclyn was still sprawled helplessly on the bed.
“My legs are like jelly. I don’t think I can walk.”
He laughed. “I know what you mean. Need some help?” He offered her a hand, pulling her up.
He didn’t look particularly shaken. He looked content. And maybe a little smug. But that was okay. She felt a little smug too. But she was definitely shaken. She hadn’t thought making love with him would be quite so mind-blowing. She grabbed a flannel shirt from her dresser drawer and went to the bathroom.
“Two things,” she said when she returned, buttoning the shirt.
“Shoot.”
“Damaris said you never cuss in front of a woman, but you said damn a little while ago.”
“Did I? Sorry. Must have been the heat of the moment. What’s the second thing?”
She sat on the bed beside him and stuck her foot out. “Can I take off my boots now?”
“If you must.” Smiling, he stood and pulled off one boot, then the other. “There. Is that better?”
“Much. Marshall?”
“Yes?”
“I’m hungry.”
“Do you have any food or do we need to raid the house?”
She winced. “I’ll pass on that. But I have frozen pizza, ice cream, and yogurt.”
