Page 17 of Texas Made
“You haven’t seen the main fountain yet and I’d like to get out of this crowd for a little while.”
They picked up her shawl on the way out. It could still be a little chilly in March, although it could also be hotter than Hades. That was Texas weather for you.
The main fountain was traditional, a three-tiered stone with a lion on the top level spouting water and a Mexican tile-lined basin of blues and greens at the bottom to catch the water running down all the tiers. Each tier and the base were lit. A couple of stone benches were placed nearby.
“This fountain is pretty too but I still like the horses best,” Jaclyn said.
“Me too. But I wanted to bring you someplace that wasn’t so crowded.”
“Why is that?”
He smiled and put his arm around her waist. “First, we get rid of this,” he said, taking her hat and placing it on a bench. Then he cupped her cheek with the other and kissed her. She didn’t protest. Instead, she melted closer and opened her mouth to draw him in. She tasted sweet. So damn sweet. And tempting. Tempting him to do more, to make love to her. Long and leisurely. Hot and fast. Over and over again. From a kiss. Just a kiss. Time spun out. Finally, with a last, lingering press of his lips to hers, he raised his head. Damn, the woman knew how to kiss. She’d knocked him for a loop every time he’d kissed her, starting with the very first time, all those years ago. “The music is starting again,” he said. “We should go back in.”
“We could. Or we could go back to the ranch.”
“You’re ready to leave?”
“Aren’t you?”
“Depends. I’m not ready for the night to be over.”
“Who said anything about ending the night?” she asked with a wicked curve of her lips.
He smiled. “I like the way you think.”
“I hoped you might.”
Chapter Seven
Jaclyn knew whatshe wanted. She wanted Marshall. She’d wanted him since she was nineteen years old and a virgin. Now that she was older and more experienced…she wanted him more. For once she wasn’t going to worry about what might go wrong. She was going to take things as they came and hoped that Marshall would do the same.
He held her hand all the way back to the ranch. They didn’t talk a lot. She was thinking, anticipating. Maybe he was doing the same. He pulled up to the cottage and put the truck in park. He let go of her hand and ran his up her arm to her shoulder. When he tugged her closer, she met him at the console. And then he kissed her and she couldn’t think at all.
She wound up in his lap with the steering wheel digging into her butt and his hand on her breast. She pulled back, ending the kiss and said, “This is really uncomfortable. Want to come in?”
Marshall smiled. “Good idea.”
Jaclyn managed to crawl back over the console. Marshall came around and helped her out of the truck, picking her up and letting her slide down his body. No need to ask him if he was interested. That was obvious. “Go ahead,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
She’d barely opened the door to the cottage when he was by her side. She shut the door and he backed her up against it, palms flat to the wood on either side of her face. “I’m not going to ask if you’re sure about this.”
His voice was deep and sexy and it sent a thrill down her spine. “Why not?” she asked, huskily, dropping her purse beside her.
He kissed her, long and slow, licking his tongue into her mouth, making her crave more. “You wouldn’t have asked me in if you weren’t sure.” He went back to pressing hot kisses along her jaw and down to her neck.
His hands delved into her bodice, his fingers finding her nipples beneath the bra and rolling them. “I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.”
“I can beat that. I’ve been wanting you to do it since I was nineteen.”
He took his hands out of her bra and reached behind her to unzip her dress and push it down to pool at her feet. His eyes darkened as he looked at her. She wore a black strapless bra, tiny black panties…and her black and turquoise cowboy boots. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him as he headed for her bedroom.
Once there, Marshall tossed her down on the bed. He pulled a box of condoms out of his tux pocket. “I bought these the day after the lipstick experiment. I figured better safe than sorry. Do you mind?”
She laughed and rolled over to open her bedside table drawer. Reaching inside, she took out a box of condoms. “Why would I mind?”
He smiled, slow and sexy. “Good to know we’re on the same page.”
“By the way, I bought them the same day you did.”
