by Cathryn Fox
Snap.
She wet her lips, and his cock jumped.
Snap.
Long fingers peeled open her blouse. Her lids drifted down as she lifted her breasts from the cups. She kneaded her tender flesh, soft moans escaping her throat.
“Open your eyes,” he said.
Her lids fluttered back open, and his jaw clenched when she pinched her nipples, rolling those gorgeous, hard buds like they were starved for attention.
Snap.
He watched her play with herself as his cock pressed painfully against his jeans. He choked back a groan. “Is there anything else you’d like to show me?”
Her grin turned naughty as she slid her hands lower.
Snap.
She released the button on her shorts. He drew in a breath as he throbbed, calling on his patience.
With the forest hugging them, he stepped closer, and he could almost hear her purr as she shimmied out of her shorts. She peeled off her panties and stood before him in nothing but her open blouse, with her breasts spilling from her bra.
“You have a beautiful body, Alix. Why do you always keep it covered?”
“The mayor’s daughter doesn’t show any skin,” she answered, her voice husky.
“I’d like to see your skin, every inch of it, actually.” He took another step closer. Her eyes met his, and the desire reflecting there filled him with heat. He touched her chin, lightly brushing the rough pad over her silky cheek, and felt a tremble move through her. “Would you like to show me?”
Instead of answering, she slowly released the buttons on her blouse. With a little shrug it fell from her shoulders. A breeze rushed past and her nipples tightened behind her lace bra. She cupped her breasts and then fingered the strap, running her thumb up and down the silky length. A beat passed, a moment of hesitation. She glanced at him, her lashes blinking rapidly, her shyness warring with the need to pleasure herself.
“Beautiful,” he murmured softly, being careful not to break the mood. “So incredibly sexy.”
She sucked in a fluttered breath, his words turning her on and making her bolder. The rasp of her strap sliding down her arm reached his ears and thickened his cock, and when her hand went behind her to unhook her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts, he nearly bit off his tongue. Christ, she was so gorgeous, so exciting.
Lids languid with desire and mouth slack, she slid one hand down over the soft swell of her stomach. Wiggling her hips, she toyed with the band on her panties.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart.”
Air rushed from her lips as her hips stilled, her thumbs slipping under the thin lace. A quick tug and her panties were at her feet. She slowly lifted her legs to kick them away. Her hands crawled back up her thighs, lightly brushing her bare mound, a soft caress that brought color to her cheeks. He groaned, and her head fell back, a soft moan slipping out on a sigh of pleasure.
Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.
He pressed a button on his camera and propped it on his bag, keeping it focused on Alix. Then he came back to stand before her.
Jesus, he wanted her. “Tell me what you want.”
He pushed his erection against her, to let her know how much he wanted her, and wanted this.
She lifted her chin, her eyes full of urgent need. “I want you to kiss me.”
As her soft whisper curled around him, his muscles bunched, and his cock raged inside his pants. His mouth pressed hungrily to hers, taking full possession. The second he tasted her sweetness, a growl crawled out of his throat. The moan of pleasure seemed to do something to her, awaken something primal. She pressed against him, rubbing that hot, wet pussy of hers on his leg.
“I want you naked,” she demanded. “I want to touch you.”
Wanting—needing—that too, he stepped back and made short work of his clothes, leaving them in a pile in the grassy clearing. His erection jutted forward, and he wrapped his fingers around it to stroke himself.
Alix’s eyes widened. Another first for her, he guessed. He stroked harder. “Oh God,” she murmured under her breath.
Entranced by what she was doing and forgetting they were in a clearing, he shot a quick glance over his shoulder to ensure they were alone, then stepped beside her, touching her shoulder lightly to reposition her.
“Alix,” he said softly. She lifted her eyes to his. He smiled and asked, “What do you want now?”
She reached out and placed her hand on his stomach, running it over his muscles, going lower and lower to the base of his cock. Her fingers closed around him, dragged up the length, then over his crown.
Fuck yes.
“This.” She squeezed. “All of it. Inside me. Now.”
He swallowed, and racked his brain to catch up as she stroked him.
She blinked up at him, desire swimming in her eyes. “And I want it hard.”
Jesus.
His cock grew another inch. “Right here, where anyone can see?” he asked, teasing her fetishes.
“Yes,” she answered and gestured toward the ground, her body trembling with need. “Right here, right now,” she said, her words rushed, a new sense of urgency about her.
Needing to slow her down so he could make it good for her, he said, “Easy, baby.”
“Please, Jag. It’s been so long…”
What the hell? Christ, up until yesterday she’d been engaged. What kind of a man—lover—was he? But when she pushed against him, and he felt her wetness on his thighs, he couldn’t think about that any longer.
He gripped her ponytail and gave it a tug, forcing her face up. His lips found hers again, and he took his time, tasting her sweetness before moving to the hollow of her throat. She quivered beneath his lips as his hands roamed her body, exploring and getting to know her every curve, her every lush contour, while he helped free her and show her that a sensual woman like her should never be subdued.
He cupped her breasts, and her head rolled back. Desperate to taste her, he bent forward to wrap his mouth around one of her hard buds. “Jesus,” he murmured as her pebbled nipple swelled inside his mouth. She writhed, and he struggled to take it slow.
“Jag, please…”
She was so fucking aroused it damn near killed him. He dropped to his knees, kissing the flat of her stomach as he slipped a hand between her legs, urging them apart. When she widened, he slid his fingers over the inside of her silky thigh, climbing higher and higher but never touching the spot that looked so swollen and achy for him. He loved how much she wanted it—wanted him.
“I need to get you ready, baby.”
She rocked her hips, grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, and said, “I am ready.”
He grinned up at her, noting the eagerness on her face, but there were so many things he wanted to do before he took her. “Poor baby, so needy. But don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel all better.”
A cry caught in her throat, and her hands went to her breasts as he widened her sex to find her wet. He lightly brushed her clit, and her hips jerked. Christ, she was so sensitive, so close to climaxing just from their camera foreplay.
He ran his hands over her flesh, taking his time to caress every inch of her as he savored her satiny warmth, taking her closer and closer to the precipice but never allowing her to tumble over.
“So good,” she murmured. “Never been so good.”
His heart hammered. Christ, he liked hearing that. Wanting to take the edge off before he drove into her, he sank his mouth into her warm, wet heat to give her a sample of the pleasure to come.
Her hands fisted his hair, and her body shuddered as he circled her with his tongue. Fuck, she tasted like sugar, cotton candy, and everything sweet. Everything about her syrupy nectar tested his restraint, and it took every ounce of control he had to fight the powerful urge to pull her onto his hips and fuck her hard.
He drew a ragged breath, and she moved, pressing against him, showing no qualms about what she wanted. “More,” she cried out. “Hard, faster.”
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p; He pushed a finger inside her and found her so wet and tight. Jesus, he had no idea how much longer he could hang on.
She pushed against him, the look on her face almost frantic as she chased an orgasm, her body stiffer than it should be. He pumped in and out of her, wanting nothing more than to relax her, to help her loosen the reins and forget about everything except letting go—with him.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
The second the words left his mouth, he felt her muscles clench. A sexy bedroom noise crawled out of her throat as she clawed at his shoulders. He skimmed his lips over her stomach and held her to him as he stroked her clit harder, applying a touch more pressure to help end the sweet torment.
Her body shuddered. “That’s my girl,” he whispered as she cried out his name, loud enough that anyone in the vicinity could hear it. When her muscles clenched around him, his chest swelled, and he couldn’t even put into words how fucking crazy it made him to see her like this.
No longer able to fight it anymore, and desperate to be inside her, he climbed to his feet, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her onto his hips.
Her breasts crushed against his chest, moisture sealing their bodies as her lips found his. She kissed him passionately, deeply, her tongue slipping inside to play with his as he walked them backward toward the nearest tree.
Breathless, frantic to get inside her, Jag searched the ground for his jeans. He found them and rooted in the pocket for protection. “Shit, I can’t find a condom.” He scanned the ground. Had it fallen out?
A soft palm touched his face, and behind the fire in her eyes, he caught a hint of sadness. He stilled, his lust-rattled brain trying to sort out what was going on when she said, “It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too.”
“Then please, Jag. Just fuck me.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Good, because I don’t want anything between my cock and you.”
“Me neither.” The heat behind those words nearly brought on his orgasm. He groaned loudly, scooped his shirt from the ground, and draped it over her shoulders before he pressed her back into the bark. Her chest rose, and her eyes filled with excitement as he secured her against the tree and kneaded her butt.
Her legs wrapped tighter around him. “I’ve never been fucked like this before,” she said.
“I’m going to take you so many ways this week, you won’t know up from down.”
Her laugh was edgy, and she squirmed and said, “I’m looking forward to that.”
So was he.
He pressed his mouth to hers and softly licked her lips as he drew her down lower on his hips, until his crown breached her tight opening. “You’re so fucking hot.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost on a moan when he pulled her down harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go.
“Oh my, yes,” she cried out, her nails scratching at his back as he drove her against the tree, angling his body for better leverage.
Her body shuddered around his dick, forcing him to close his eyes in distress and get his shit together before he lost it. She bucked against him, demanding more. He pushed hard, faster, impossibly deeper.
“Yes, just like that.”
As they came together as one, heat exploded inside him. He’d never felt anything so goddamn amazing. Her slick heat coated the length of him, the frictionless barrier driving him to the brink in record time. But it was too soon…too soon to lose control.
He tried to slow down, he really did, but patience was no longer an option, not when she was so hot, so wet for him, and begging him to fuck her. He pumped hard, ravishing her sweet pussy as he ground his pelvis against her clit. She moved restlessly, and he could feel her muscles tightening, squeezing the length of him in the most mind-fucking ways.
“I’m…I’m…” she cried out, and a second later, as she clenched around him, it pushed him to the point of no return.
Air rushed from his lungs, and his body stiffened. “Fuck,” he cried out, struggling to hang on until she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
“Feels so good,” she murmured.
“Alix,” he mumbled, as a soft gasp broke from her lips and pushed him over the edge, and he pumped deeper, then stilled inside her. He held her tight, burying his face in her neck as he shuddered in surrender, depleting himself high inside her. His ragged moan echoed in the vast clearing, and somewhere overhead, birds took flight.
Sweat coated his body, his breathing labored as he remained inside her.
“That was good. No wonder women have cowboy fantasies,” she murmured into his hair.
Jag inched back, smiling at the contentment in her eyes.
“That’s it?” he teased, completely blown away by the sex. “Just good?”
Her legs slid to the ground, and she returned his smile and teased, “Well, it’s not like you’re an authentic cowboy.”
He laughed hard and said, “Tough audience.”
As they stood there, streaks of pink and purple bruising the skyline, they basked in the glow of orgasm. Jag smoothed back the few loose strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail and met her glance.
There was a new seriousness in her eyes. “Actually, I didn’t know it could ever be that good.”
Neither did he.
Of course he knew it would be good with her, but he had no idea it could be that good. Christ, he’d never lost it so fast before, but watching her come undone for him pressed buttons he didn’t even know he had. He sucked in air, but couldn’t seem to refill his lungs. Even though he wanted to see if there could be more between them, what he was feeling right now was foreign, a little more than overwhelming. Jesus, he could barely think, let alone breathe. Her hand went to his face, her touch going right through him and scaring him a bit.
He struggled to pull himself together and asked, “So tell me, does this mean you’ve decided not to switch sides?”
“Actually, I’m still not sure.” She crinkled her nose playfully, and he relaxed a little.
“No?”
“No,” she answered, marching her fingers over his chest. “I’m still on the fence. God only knows what it will take to figure it out.”
Grinning, Jag carried her to the sleeping bag and lowered her. He climbed on top, and as he pinned her beneath him, she gave an excited gasp.
He pressed his lips hard to hers, taking full possession of her body as he said, “God isn’t the only one who knows what it’ll take, baby.”
Chapter Four
Alix took in the sleeping man beside her. There was so much more to the private investigator who liked to play cowboy on the weekends. Jag was an amazing man, but she wasn’t going to fall for him. This week was just about fulfilling fantasies, and her body was all she could offer.
But still, she couldn’t deny that last night he’d taken her beyond her wildest imagination and taught her so much about herself, so much about her ex and how little he cared about what she wanted. As long as she played the dutiful daughter and fiancée, everyone was happy. Well, everyone but her.
She touched Jag’s face, lightly running her hand over the sexy stubble on his chin. Why had she ever stayed with a man who cared so little about her needs?
Because he was handpicked by your mother.
Jag stirred, and something warm flooded her veins. Even if she did want more from him, and she wasn’t saying she did, they both lived very different lives. And sure, he was coaxing her to let go, but that didn’t mean he wanted a future with her, right?
With dawn approaching, she climbed out of the sleeping bag, quietly unzipped the tent, slipped into her shoes, and stepped outside. Not wanting to wake the guests while they slept, she tiptoed to the edge of the clearing to look out at the ranch nestled in the valley far below. Fresh morning smells of grass and hay wafted before her nose, and the sounds of the wildlife stirring around her gave her a sense of peace. Even though she was alone, s
he didn’t feel lonely. She was experiencing so many firsts here on the ranch with Jag.
The early morning sun climbed over the mountain, and as the warm rays of light touched her flesh, she fanned her hair out and exhaled slowly.
“Hey,” a soft voice said from behind, jolting her out of her thoughts.
Jag.
Instead of turning, she stood there. The ground crunched beneath his feet as he came up behind her. Warm hands circled her body, and she exhaled slowly as he pulled her against his chest. She melted into him and scanned the gorgeous, sprawling expanse of countryside. As she basked in the quiet and harmony, the closeness she felt with Jag, she whispered, “I love it here.” She felt Jag’s heart beat against her back and reveled in the easy intimacy between them as he stroked her arms.
“So you’ll stay for the week?” he asked.
She leaned into him. “Yes,” she answered quietly, without hesitation. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” It was true. She wasn’t just staying because she had no idea where to turn. She liked being here, with Jag.
He spun her around, his dark eyes looking over her face. Worry pulled his brow into a vee. “Is everything okay?”
Her glance fell to his bare chest, noting the way his jeans hung low on his hips. “I’m just—I’m not sure I ever want to go back.”
“Not ready to face what waits for you?”
“I know I’ll have to eventually.”
Jag gave a hard shake of his head. “Your ex is an asshole and a damn fool to cheat on a woman like you. Just so you know, I never would have sent you that invitation had I thought you two were happy and in love.”
She looked down, her body stiffening as she considered the wasted years she spent helping Nelson build his political career when he clearly wanted her only for her connections and because she was loyal and dutiful.
When she went quiet, he tipped her chin, his eyes moving over her face. “Alix, do you still love him?”
“If I loved him, I wouldn’t have done…” She paused and waved her hand toward the tent and said, “All the things we did.”
His face relaxed. “Did you ever love him?”