Smooth Irish (Book 2 of the Weldon Series) (17 page)

“
What?” Jackson stopped at
the end of the blanket. “You’re looking at me as if you’ve lost
your best friend.”

Nan shook her head and forced a smile
on her face. “Hearing you sing last night. I just wondered why you
chose that song?”

Jackson focused on the basket in his
hand as he set it down. When he looked up he had a casual grin on
his face. “Didn’t you know Eric Clapton is a guitar player’s god? I
play a lot of his stuff. It’s a beautiful song.”

Nan sighed. Instinctively she knew
there was more behind what she heard last night. “It’s a moving
song and you sang it with heart.”

“
I strive to please my
fans. Where are the strawberries and cream? I’m starving.” He
reached for the basket.

Nan snatched it away. “I’m starving,
too. You might just have to fight me for them.” She reached into
the basket and started setting the stuff out.

Jackson stretched out on the blanket
and shut his eyes.

“
What? Are you giving up
without a fight?”

“
Nah, I’m planning my
strategy. I have the champagne.” He held up the bottle. “And as I
see it, we have breakfast this morning because I put the stuff in
the fridge last night. You owe me.”

“
Hmm.” Nan took a bite of
cheese. The champagne would be good. She didn’t think she had ever
indulged herself so much before. She remembered last night and a
blush heated her cheeks. She looked Jackson over, the dark shadow
of his beard, the long wave of his hair, the sensual curve of his
lips, and the capable way he moved his hands. No, she’d never been
so wild, nor had she ever had such sensual excitement and
fulfillment. “Okay. I’ll trade you ten strawberries and five pieces
of cheese for a glass of champagne.”

Jackson lifted a brow. “That was
easy.” He pulled the foil off the top of the bottle and began
working the cork.

Nan smiled. “There’s more.”

Jackson stopped mid cork popping.
“More?”

“
I’m afraid
so.”

“
What more?”

Nan looked over at Jackson’s bike and deepened her
smile. “Just something I’ve been thinking about.”

Jackson turned his head, puzzled.
“What?”

“
Nope. I won’t tell.
You’re going to have to trust me.”

He frowned. “Trust you?”

“
Um, hmm.”

“
Let me get this straight.
For ten strawberries and five pieces of cheese, I’m supposed to
give you a glass of champagne and something else that has yet to be
disclosed?”

“
That’s right.”

Jackson uncorked the bottle and poured
a glass of champagne. Nan triumphantly reached for it, but he
didn’t hand it to her. He drained the whole damn thing in one
smooth gulp. “Nope. I won’t do it.”

“
What!” She sat up like a
beanpole, indignation pumping into her. “You don’t trust me? After
what I did last night!”

Jackson laughed. “Not only are you
gorgeous when you’re naked on the hood of my truck, but you’re
gorgeous when you’re pissed. I didn’t say I didn’t trust you. If
I’m going to set myself up for undisclosed services then I demand
to have half of the strawberries, half of the cheese, and you
neglected to mention half of the whipped cream.”

“
Oh.” Nan sat down with a
poof and a tingle. Every time she thought about their love making
last night, the juices inside her bubbled with excitement. “If you
get half of the food, then I get half of the champagne, and that
includes the glass you already drank.”

“
Deal,” Jackson said. He
poured two glasses of champagne and handed her one. For the next
hour they worked their way through strawberries and cream,
champagne and cheese. A definite buzz worked its way through her
bloodstream.

He refilled her glass. “This last one
is yours, sugar. And you have to drink it like I drank the first
one.”

She saluted him and drained the glass
then sat up proud of her accomplishment. “This is potent stuff. I
feel kind of Ring-Around-the-Rosy.” She giggled then popped her
hand over her mouth. She never giggled.

“
Ring around the what?”
Jackson leaned forward and brushed an errant strand a hair from her
face.

She captured his finger in her hand.
“You know. The old nursery rhyme.” She sang what she remembered of
it. “In kindergarten, back when I fit in with the crowd, the girls
would get together and hold hands. Then we’d run in a circle until
we were dizzy and fell down.”

“
I don’t remember it. My
brothers and I were probably more interested in chasing lizards
back then.”

She scrunched her nose. “Lizards.
Yuck.”

While she held his finger, he aimed it
at her chest and pushed until she fell over backwards onto the
blanket. He followed her down, then took his other hand and traced
the V of her shirt over the top of her breasts. “Luckily, since
then I’ve discovered the merits of women.”

“
We’re much better than
lizards.”

“
Much. All sugar and
spice.” He leaned over and kissed her and she closed her eyes,
reveling in the sensations swirling through her. “Now that I’ve
gotten half of the strawberries and cream and you’ve gotten half of
the champagne, what undisclosed services of mine did I
barter?”

Nan drew a deep breath, an action that
brought her breast in contact with Jackson’s arm. He rubbed his
forearm against her then moved his hand down to cup her. Through
her clothing, his thumb zeroed in on her nipple with unerring
accuracy.

“
Did you have something
like this in mind?”

She wet her lips with her tongue.
“That’s part of it.”

“
There’s more? ” He moved
to her other breast.

“
A lot.” She took a deep
breath. “You got the truck. I want the motorcycle.” She watched
Jackson’s expression change to puzzlement.

She reached up and slid her finger
under his shirt to toy with his nipple. “You gave me a ride on your
truck last night. I want one on your bike this morning.”

“
The bike,
huh?”

“
Yes.”

“
So, how long have you
been thinking about that?”

“
I’m not
telling.”

He laughed. “I have my ways at getting
to the truth.” Jackson angled up from the blanket and moved over to
his Harley. He walked all the way around it as if he were examining
a racehorse. Then he stopped and looked down at her, his expression
unreadable.

“
You’re sure we won’t get
interrupted?” She looked around. A thatch of lazy oak trees cut
them off from the dirt road they’d traveled to get here and nothing
but wild flowers, tall grass, and a broken barbwire fence met her
gaze across the creek.

Jackson grinned and raised a brow.
“Fairly, but isn’t that part of the appeal of making love outside
rather than in your bed, sugar? Doesn’t the fact that you can’t be
a hundred percent sure excite you?”

Nan laughed. “I’d be mortified if
someone saw us.”

Jackson shrugged and stepped away from
his bike. “Well, if you aren’t willing to take the
risk…”

“
Take your shirt off,” she
demanded, sitting up to watch him. Whether it was too risky or not,
be it the champagne at work, or maybe she’d just lost her mind
completely. Whatever the reason, she wasn’t going to pass up the
opportunity.

He grabbed the edges of his T-shirt
and slowly pulled it up over his head, tossing it her way. Nan
caught it and snuggled it, breathing deeply of his
cologne.

His boots followed, landing with a
“thunk” at the edge of the blanket where she sat. Her blood began
to pulse and heat dampened the skin between her legs. She shifted
on the blanket, hoping to ease the building tension
inside.

Sun glistened off of his broad
shoulders and the blue-black waves of his raven hair. She wanted to
explore the length of his muscled body over and over again. She
couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

When his hands moved to the button of
his fly, her mouth watered, and her heart began to race. She had
fantasized about making love on his Harley, but she’d never thought
about
how
to do it. He slid
the button open and zipped down his fly. The bulge emerging told
her he was as turned on as she was as he shucked his jeans and
briefs.

“
Come here, sugar,” he
said his voice so deep and smooth that its silken vibrations
wrapped around her center and shook her. She stood and walked to
him, not even sure her legs could make the distance as champagne
and desire swirled through her. She came to a trembling stop before
him. He reached around and gently pulled the bands holding her hair
back. Threading his fingers through it, he spread it about her
shoulders then unbuttoned her blouse. “You know much about bikes,
sugar?”

She managed to shake her head. Her
blouse came off and her bra quickly followed. The light morning
breeze tickled her skin as the warmth of the sun beat soothingly on
her bare flesh. She felt totally decadent to be naked in the
daylight, and her nipples immediately hardened to sensitive points.
He cupped her breasts and rubbed the pads of his thumbs over them.
Pleasure shot through her and a low moan vibrated in her
throat.

“
You treat a bike right
and she’ll always give you a smooth ride, sugar.” He leaned down,
kissed her left nipple and drew it into his mouth, sucking her into
a whirlwind of hot desire. Her hands clutched at his shoulders as
she arched to his pleasure giving mouth. A second later he released
her and stepped away.

“
Oh.” She wavered, her
toes curling in the grass for balance. She looked up at him, trying
to decipher what he wanted. He had a man-on-the-move smile on his
face and a deeply sensual gleam in his blue eyes. He hadn’t shaved
when he’d showered, so a dark shadow shaded his square jaw and the
cleft of his hard chin. He looked like a desperado, wild and wicked
as he moved behind her and slid up against her bottom. She could
feel his erection pressing against her, feel the heat of his breath
upon her neck, and the pleasuring tingle of his touch as he ran his
hand over her hip and along the waist band of her jeans. She sucked
in her belly willing and wanting him to snap them open and strip
them away. He did so in a flash and didn’t stop until she was
completely naked.

“
Before I ride, I always
make sure she’s in prime condition.” Still playing with her
nipples, he brought his other hand between her legs and gently
rubbed her dewy flesh then slid a finger into her wet passage. “I
get her ready to ride.”

Nan moaned. “I’m ready, Jack. So
ready.”

“
Bikes are finely tuned,
and respond to your slightest touch.” He took her hand and ran it
up the leather and steel handlebars, over the gadgets on it to the
center of the bike. Once he reached the leather seat, he splayed
her hand upon its cushioned softness, pressing her hand in place
before moving his up to brush over her jutting nipples. Then he
took her other hand and brought it back, placing it over his shaft.
Nan eagerly stroked him, filling her hand with his pulsing
hardness.

“
Not yet, sugar. We need
to make your fantasy complete.” He stepped away from her, took his
leather jacket off the back of the bike and threw it over the
handlebars. She watched, fascinated as he climbed on and situated
himself on his bike. His arousal stood ready and waiting, as was
the look in his eyes when he spoke. “Your turn, sugar. You’ll find
a condom in the back pocket of my jeans.”

Now that the time had come, a slight
awkwardness spread over her as she retrieved the condom, but her
curiosity was too great to call a halt to this game. Condom in hand
she approached him. He leaned over and kissed her, the stubble on
his face causing her skin to tingle. She fumbled the condom in
place, her nervous fingers caught in the thin Latex, and Jackson
reached over, helping her to smooth it along his hard sex. She
wanted him inside her now, but the reality of doing it on his
motorcycle was a lot more complicated than making it happen in her
dreams. “How?” Nan murmured, wondering what to do next.

“
Climb on in front and
face me, rest your backside on my jacket.” She did as he directed
and he helped her get balanced. “That’s it,” he said as he settled
her legs on either side of him.

“
Now move forward and rest
your feet on the bottom of the back bar.”

“
You sound as if you’ve
done this before,” she accused.

“
No.” He cupped her
bottom, lifting her up as she moved closer. “But I’ve thought about
it. A lot.” He pulled her down on top of him as he pushed his
erection upward penetrating her instantly, deeply.

Nan moaned with pleasure, pressing her
breasts against his chest.

Moving his hands to the handlebars of
the bike, he rocked his hips a little, urging her up. “Now, hold
onto my shoulders and you take us for a ride, sugar. I’ll hold the
bike steady; you’re in the driver’s seat.”

Tentatively she levered up and slid
back down, amazed at how easily she could move.