The Texas Rancher's Vow. Cathy Gillen ThackerЧитать онлайн книгу.
knew it, too….
His eyes were two dark pools. “Take a shower with me.”
Desire washed over her with an intensity she had never felt before.
He brushed a soft kiss to her temple before trailing more kisses across her cheek, her jaw. “Take a risk.” He settled a hand on her hip, dragged his fingers up her spine. “See where this can go.”
Goose bumps erupted on her skin. There was tenderness in his eyes and a smile that promised all sorts of wicked and wonderful things, if only she said the word.
Jen wanted passion in her life. She wanted—needed—to be loved.
What she didn’t want was to be disappointed and have her heart broken again.
And Matt Briscoe had the power to do that.
More than he knew.
She shook her head but couldn’t seem to make herself move away. So instead, she flattened her palms on his chest and closed her eyes. And felt the soft press of his lips on her forehead.
“We’re so different, you and I.” She gazed into his eyes. “I stopped trying to control everything a very long time ago.”
Matt met her gaze in challenge. “And now you try to control nothing.”
“Life is what it is.” She had work, friends, a home. It was enough. More than enough. “I accept that.”
“Then…” tugging her close, Matt held her against him and bent his head to hers “…accept this.”
Chapter Seven
Jen meant to resist, she really did. But she was his for the taking the moment Matt tilted her head and covered her lips with his.
It didn’t matter that she shouldn’t be here, in his bedroom. Inhaling his scent. Feeling his heat. It didn’t matter that she was a sensible woman whose heart was locked up, out of reach. He made a sound of pleasure that went straight through her, and their kiss deepened into an intense, satisfying tangle of lips and tongues. And Jen felt alive in a way she hadn’t in years. She felt on the edge of a kind of contentment she’d never had. And she knew this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. The kind that likely would not come again.
Matt thrust a thigh between hers. His hand slid down to the small of her back, riveting her in place, and turning the kiss into a full-body experience of raw, sexual power. And darned if she didn’t want to give as good as she was getting.
She let Matt dance her backward toward the bathroom in his suite, kissing her all the while. And once there, she used the heel of her boot to shut the door with a thud.
Matt laughed and drew back to look at her.
“We’re really going to do this.”
“We’re really going to do this,” she whispered, already toeing off her boots.
He pulled his shirt over his head, his smile slow and sure, and so hot it singed every nerve ending in her body.
Her jeans went next.
Then his.
The mutual striptease gave her a thrill that turned her blood to liquid fire. Lower still, a quiver racked her.
He helped her remove her tank top, then her bra and panties. Her nipples tightened. “Beautiful,” he murmured, touching and caressing her, then looking at her with a heavy-lidded gaze that had her wanting to fall into bed with him and never emerge.
She quivered once more, and then was kissing him again. And when kissing wasn’t enough, she worked her fingers beneath the elastic of his sexy black briefs and helped dispense with them. Her eyes followed her hands. Lord, he was big and hard, Jen thought. Every inch of him was buff and hard and male. His eyes were burning with desire.
Lust consumed her, too.
He kissed her throat, her shoulder, moving lower to her breast. She had never felt as beautiful, as wanted as she did at that moment.
A liquid warmth filled her as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. Writhing against him, she sifted her fingers through his hair, kissed the top of his head. Gasping, she arched her back, surrendering to him.
When he rose again, smiling, the kiss turned maddeningly slow and sensual. She let her fingers play, too, until he groaned, turned the dial and guided her inside the glass-walled shower. Then he drew them both beneath the generous spray, cupped her head in his hand and kissed her again, the delicious heat of him countering the slowly warming water sluicing over them. Again and again he kissed her, until she gave herself over to his demand, and their bodies were plastered together.
When she could stand it no longer, he caressed her tenderly and groaned. “You’ve got me so off task.”
It felt very on task to her.
He leaned over and kissed her again. “I intended to get cleaned up for you first.”
His eyes met hers. Another thrill slid through her. Another whisper of arousal…
Matt reached for the soap, grabbed a washcloth from the hook. Aware this was her every fantasy come true, she watched as he rubbed the bar into a nice thick lather, then set it back on the shelf and began running the cloth over his body with the same steady expertise he did everything else.
Shoulders. Chest. Thighs…
Feeling left out of what looked like an awful lot of fun, Jen caught his hand, extricated the cloth. “Allow me.”
He chuckled, his eyes darkening. Acquiescing, he leaned against the shower wall.
“I’m an artist,” she whispered, grabbing the sprayer, too. “I learn best through touch.” And what she wanted to learn most, Jen discovered breathlessly, was him.
Every dip and nook and cranny, every hard plane and rigid muscle, was washed and rinsed, touched and loved.
Turning her on.
Turning him on.
Suddenly the soapy cloth dropped and the kissing commenced. The next thing Jen knew, he’d grasped her wrist, shut off the water, and was heading for bed.
His bed.
Which was, she soon discovered, infinitely comfortable. Especially with Matt stretched out beside her.
Pausing only long enough to roll on a condom, he steadied her, hands on her hips. “Still time to turn back,” he said, his voice rough with desire.
Her own passion ready to explode, Jen shook her head. She would die if he didn’t fill her soon. “No way.”
“Then let’s get you good to go.” He slid down to the apex of her thighs, held her open, kissing and ravishing, until she was shuddering and gasping for air.
Jen clutched at him. “Now, Matt. Now…”
She felt his smile against her thigh. He moved upward. “My pleasure.”
Being filled by him was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Jen opened herself up to him as he began to move in exactly the right rhythm to send her soaring. Emboldened by her pleasure, he thrust hard again, finding his own shattering release.
He kissed her through the climax, through the aftermath, and even after that. Jen had never had anyone want her once the passion had faded. It was a delicious sensation, sweet and satisfying, the tenderness between them a palpable thing. Which was why, she knew, she had to get out of there.
Fast.
* * *
MATT KNEW IT WAS TOO MUCH, too soon. He’d hooked up with Jen, anyway. And not for the strictly physical reasons she might suspect. He hadn’t led her down here to seduce her into bed. He had come back down here to get away from her, from the closeness that threatened every time they were alone