A Little White Lie (3 page)

Unable to resist, she reached for his belt buckle and pulled him to her. “Show me more.” Her voice dropped an octave.

His eyes grew smoky with desire. “Yes, ma’am.” Taking her hand off him, he unfastened his buckle, button and zipper. She looked down to see his cock push against his skivvies. A dot of moisture on the white cloth gave her the incredible urge to taste him. Visions of her mouth wrapped around him, sucking until he burst, danced in her mind. Wings of arousal fluttered low in her belly.

Instead of revealing himself to her, he sat on the small loveseat and reached for a boot. With a tug he removed the shoe and sock, before reaching for the other. There was no hurry in his movements as he set his boots neatly to the side. The mischief on his handsome face told her he was teasing her, building the storm of need inside her that apparently glowed like a beacon.

Lord knows it was working.

She swallowed hard, waiting—wanting.

When he raised his hips and pushed his jeans and underwear down around his ankles, “Oh sweet Jesus” slipped from her mouth. Warmth rushed her face. Shamelessly she pinned her gaze on his rock-hard erection arching against his belly. He had to be eight, nine inches at least. He crammed his hand in his jeans pocket and extracted a condom before he tossed the pants aside.

Stella took several steps toward him and then stopped.

What a gorgeous specimen of masculinity. She had never seen anything like him in the throngs of New York.

He took a moment to sheathe himself before he spread his arms along the top of the couch. There was wicked playfulness in his expression. “Your turn.” His cock twitched invitingly.

A burning ache spread throughout her body. Without any hesitation she reached behind her and pinched the clasp of her bra. The scrap of lace fell upon the carpet. The coolness in the room washed over her nipples, creating a delightful sting as they tightened.

“Beautiful.” He lowered one arm, folding his fingers around his erection. Stella inhaled a shaky breath as his hand slid up and down, his hips rising to meet each thrust. “More, darlin’. I want to see all of you.”

Rubbery legs kept her standing as her palms smoothed down her body, igniting sparks of sensation against her skin. Hooking her thumbs into her panties, she glided them lower, keeping her gaze on the firm pumping of JD’s hand.

Would he like her Brazilian wax, the landing strip designed into a downward arrow?

When the lacy material slipped over her hips, he released an animalistic growl that made her heart beat faster. Her hands shook as she dragged her panties down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles, leaving her standing in nothing but red stilettos.

His hand stilled. “Come here.” The thickness in his tone swept over her skin like a caress.

She stepped out of her panties, her heels silent against the carpet as she curved around the coffee table toward him. One knee on the couch, she spread her legs and straddled him. Placing her palms on his shoulders, she lowered her body. The moment his cock touched her sex, moisture anointed him. She stopped to enjoy the tingles rippling through her.

“Mmmm…” He ran a finger between her breasts, straight to the small line of pubic hair. “I like this.” He fondled the arrow, tracing it several times before he dipped lower, skimming across her clit.

She flinched as thunderbolts shot upward from her core. “Oh.” The word burst upon a gasp.

He didn’t smile, but his eyes sparkled. “Wet. I like that in my woman.”

Stella couldn’t remember any man referring to her as “my woman”. It had a nice ring to it. She stared into his dreamy eyes and thought,
For tonight I am yours, cowboy
.

His warm hands settled on her waist. “I want to feel all of you.” Slowly he guided her down so that the head of his cock parted her sex.

Oh. God. Yes.

She wasn’t sure he’d fit. For a moment there was resistance. His hips rose and with more tenderness than she expected, he took the time to ease in, until he was seated so deep he was all she could feel. Her breath caught at the fullness.

His touch was firm but gentle as he caressed his palms from her waist up her rib cage, skimming the undersides of her breasts, and then back. “Damn, darlin’, you feel good.” He nudged her nose with his before he brushed his mouth across hers, once, twice. Seductively he nibbled on her bottom lip. She leaned into him, wanting a real kiss. Their gazes connected in an exchange of heat and passion. Feather light, he drew his tongue along the seam of her lips and then he pushed. When her lips parted, he pressed his mouth to hers in a long, consuming kiss that made every bone in her body soften. Her arms slid around his neck and she held on.

There was no denying the man could kiss. He didn’t demand—he tempted her, thrusting in and out to conquer, releasing power so arousing she became lost within it. Her breasts swelled, ached for more, and more was what she got as his tongue swept across her mouth, leaving no area untouched.

When the caress ended, she eased back and licked her lips, tasting his dark desire. The slight adjustment of her hips pushed him deeper. The sensation was so exquisite, she started a slow, sensual rocking.

Strong hands held her stationary. “Don’t move.” The hardness in his tone rang an order, not a request. For some reason that made her hotter and the need to move even more desirable.

JD looked at the woman straddling him as he sat on the sofa stark-ass naked. Her chest rose and fell with each heavy breath, drawing his attention to her rosy nipples. His mouth watered to taste them. He could fuck her hard and fast, right here—right now. Then again, the fire in her eyes said she expected this cowboy to give her more then a slam-bam-thank-you-ma’am ride. No. There was something in her passionate expression that demanded she be loved all night long, and he was just the man to fulfill her dreams.

His palms smoothed up her back, feeling the coolness of her hair float across his hands. Her skin was as silky as the long tresses he ran his fingers through before fisting his hands to pull her head backwards. Her mouth parted on the sweetest sound of surprise, but the flames flickering in her eyes said she enjoyed her lovin’ a little on the rougher side.

“Like that, darlin’?”

“Yes,” she hissed.

Leaning forward, he licked a path over one of her nipples, felt it bead against his tongue. He took the nub into his mouth, sucked long and hard, before scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin.

She flinched, inhaling a sharp breath. Her neatly groomed nails bit into his shoulders. Her hips moved against his once again as if she couldn’t control herself. This time he gave her rein.

The ride began slow and seductive. Each voluptuous sway of her body set his heart to flutter. Her breasts gently bounced and he brought his hands up to cup their soft weight. Rolling each nipple between his fingers, he squeezed and tugged. Heavy eyelashes brushed against her cheeks. The sultriest expression fell across her beautiful face as she increased the rhythm, fucking him hard and fast.

Blood rushed his groin. His toes curled against the carpet. He fought the incredible sensation. “Damn, darlin’—” Liquid fire shot up his dick, stealing his breath. Every muscle in his body tensed in his effort to keep his orgasm at bay. With his hands at her waist, he moved her quickly off his lap and onto her feet.

Her eyes sprung wide with surprise.

In a heated rush he rose and adjusted them so that he stood behind her. A pang rang through his lower midsection. He wouldn’t last long. “Put your knees on the couch and grab the back.”

In nothing but red stilettos she knelt and bent over.

Holy shit!

His hungry gaze followed the delicate line of her body. She was the sexiest woman he had ever seen. A taut ass and the delicate arch of her back made him impossibly harder. For a moment he couldn’t move, only stand there and breathe in her essence.

When she glanced over her shoulder, those honey eyes turned to molten gold, tightening his chest. He found himself drowning in them as if she weaved a spell around his heart and was reeling him in hook, line and sinker.

Then her perfect lips parted. “Fuck me, cowboy.”

She boldly wiggled her ass. A deep groan formed in his chest. He swallowed hard. The way she watched him move behind her made his balls draw flush against his body. He placed his hands on the swell of her hips, leaned in between her splayed thighs. One thrust and he buried himself deep inside her wet haven. He didn’t move. Instead, he held their bodies together and relished how right she felt.

Control barely within his grasp, he started a slow, steady pace. “Is this what you want?”

A primal cry of satisfaction met his question before she screamed, “Yes.” Her hands gripped the back of the couch.

His fingers pressed into her hips as he watched his cock slide in and out of her warm, wet pussy. Damn. Their bodies coming together was so arousing goose bumps spread across his skin. Pressure built at the base of his cock. His hips pumped hard and fast. The musky scent of sex filled the air. He couldn’t get enough.

A whimper pushed past her lips. The tightening and release of her inner muscles signaled the beginning of her orgasm. A particularly strong contraction squeezed him. Her head fell back in a waterfall of golden-brown hair and her lips parted on a gasp. The next time she looked at him flames of desire stared back. With her insides clenched greedily around his cock, he shoved a hand between her legs, found the beat of her sex and stroked.

“Oh God,” she breathed.

Each thrust was deep as he ground his hips against her ass. The tremor that quaked through him felt like a dam bursting. His body jerked once, twice, and liquid fire ripped from his erection. Another groan rose from deep inside him, mixing with her cries. Over and over her pussy spasmed, leaving his knees weak, his mind and body spent. It took all he had to step back and ease from her warmth.

Offering her his hand, he assisted her off the couch. Without hesitating, she turned into his arms. The awkwardness that usually occurred after sex with a complete stranger was surprisingly absent. She gazed at him with such tenderness that he held her a little closer—a little tighter. Pressing his lips to her forehead, he heard the soft sigh she released as she tipped her head back and glanced up at him.

He kissed her briefly on the lips. “Let me clean up, and then we’ll take this party into the bedroom.” Cupping her ass, his fingers closed around the globes, squeezing. “I haven’t had enough of you.”

The cutest grin spread across her face. “I like the sound of that.” She stepped out of his arms, heading for the kitchenette that sported a coffeemaker, microwave and a mini-bar. Turning toward the bathroom, he heard her open the refrigerator. “Do you want something to drink? I think there’s a beer in here.”

Before he closed the door, he said, “Sure.” He took a moment to stare at himself in the mirror. The truth was written in his worried eyes. He closed them briefly then switched the water on, thrusting his hands beneath the cool spray to splash and rub his face. Letting this one go would be difficult. There was something special about her, something that made his insides knot. Quickly he cleaned up and re-entered the room.

Naked, lying on her belly across the bed, she made the sexiest picture. Her gaze followed him as he retrieved the beer bottle from the nightstand and took a swig before he climbed upon the mattress. The bed moaned beneath his weight. Brushing aside her hair, he breathed in her silky skin. The gentle curve in the small of her back called to him. Pressing his mouth to the spot, he trailed kisses up her spine.

“How ’bout spending the weekend with me? I mean that is— Uh, when did you say you were leaving?” he corrected.

“I fly out Tuesday morning.”

“Perfect.” The word left his mouth and he froze, remembering he had another commitment for tomorrow. Every other Saturday he took a couple of the boys horseback riding and fishing. Of course, these types of activities were nearly everyday occurrences to the boys living in Montana. Still, they looked forward to their time together. It was another opportunity for them to run wild without their parents’ supervision. In fact, they did more pranks and getting into trouble than fishing. JD was just there to make sure they didn’t drown each other.

He stared at Stella. Would she be interested in going? Four eyes on the little hellions would be better than two.

She rolled over, giving him a delicious view of plump breasts and that arrow landing strip. “What’s wrong?”

He couldn’t help himself from tracing the dark hair at the apex of her thighs. “I forgot that I promised to take my Boy Scout troop fishing tomorrow morning.”

“Boy Scouts?” A delightful giggle spilled from her lips. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.” He enjoyed giving back to the community. Plus, the boys were all children of work hands at his ranch.

She rolled into a sitting position. “Do you want me to take you back to get your truck tonight?”

His fingers danced across her nipple. “Absolutely not. Why don’t you join us?”

Her eyes widened. “Me? Fishing?” A you-gotta-be-kidding-me expression blanketed her face. Obviously she had never held a pole or enjoyed the thrill of reeling in a trout.

“Yeah. You.” He pulled her into his arms. “Maybe afterwards we can come back here—get naked.”