Naked Heat: Naked Cowboys, Book 7 (6 page)

This is a stupid thing to do. I should go home, take out my vibrator and go to work when I have myself under control.

Nida told herself that all the way here, but her body refused to listen to her brain. She knew with a certainty she was setting herself up for yet another disaster. Mac McDaniel had an agenda and it didn’t include her. But apparently, she never learned.

He was at the side of the house when she pulled into the parking area, shirtless, his sweat-slicked upper body gleaming in the sun. His streaky blond hair had lightened even more and grown so it covered the nape of his neck. As he lifted more of the underbrush he’d cleared out and tossed it into a huge pile, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched and flexed. And when he strode over to the pile, she got a clear view of his most excellent ass.

Nida, you are losing it.

Maybe so, but she couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to lose it with.

He tossed the debris, turned and waved at her, his mouth shaping into a broad grin.

Nida climbed out of her vehicle and waved back. Then she reached into the back seat for the picnic basket and headed over to where Mac waited.

“Is it casual day at the office?” he teased.

She’d deliberately cleared her schedule and dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, hoping to ease the tension that constantly simmered between them. Maybe if she was just plain Nida…

“I decided to take the day off. I’ve been really busy lately and needed a little down time.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “And you decided to spend it with an antisocial loner at a falling-down ranch house?”

She laughed. “Well, when you put it that way, maybe I should reconsider.”

“Too late.” He took a step closer. “Got something good in that basket?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“I think so. I hope so. If you’re a good boy you just might find out.”

He was standing directly in front of her now, sweaty and masculine and so tempting she wanted to touch and taste every single inch of him. The look in his eyes seared every one of her nerve endings and the walls of her pussy throbbed with need. She wondered if he had any idea of how much he turned her on. She could barely register it herself.

Goodbye, common sense. Hello, overheated body.

He glanced at the basket in her hand. “That for me?”

“Um, yes. I thought you might like something besides peanut butter sandwiches for a change.”

He grinned, a lopsided quirk of his mouth that brought into play a tiny dimple at one corner that she somehow hadn’t seen before. Oh, God, a dimple? Really? As if he wasn’t sexy enough already.

“Have you been spying in my kitchen?” he asked.

“No, but I know how single men deal with food when they’re in a hurry.”

He studied her face. “Had a lot of experience with that, have you?”

Maybe too much. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Only in the most casual way.”

He took a step closer to her.

Nida drew in a deep breath to steady herself and inhale an erotic combination of sunshine, greenery and sweaty male. As the scent traveled through her system, her blood pumped and the muscles in her pussy danced in rhythmic contractions. She wanted to lean forward and run her tongue all over his chest, brushing the damp curling hair and maybe taking a little bite at his nipples.

Ohmigod, Nida.

“Well, okay. I have to say this sounds like a good idea.” Mac wiped his sweat away with his shirt and reached for the handle on the basket.

The instant their hands connected, the electricity that constantly sizzled around them at low voltage burst into a lightning bolt and speared them both. Nida looked up at Mac and saw him staring at her with a ravenous look in his eyes. He set the basket down on a stump, cupped her cheeks with his newly roughened hands and traced her lips with the tip of his tongue. So slowly, he drew a line around the perimeter of her lips and then traced the seam. When he pressed his tongue a little harder, she opened for him and he slid gently inside.

The heat of it seared the inside of her mouth and flowed through her veins. She touched his tongue with her own, gliding it back and forth, following the steps of the little dance he set up. He tasted so heavenly, all male, and the slippery glide of his tongue made her want to tighten her lips around it and suck hard.

He gripped her head a little more tightly, stroking his thumbs over her cheekbones. The touch felt like the kiss of a flame against her skin, a flame that ignited her entire body. Her breasts throbbed, her nipples tingled, and the insistent pulse in her cunt reverberated through her veins and heated her blood.

She had no idea how long they stood like that, mouths fused together, tongues tangling, but eventually she ran out of breath. When he broke the kiss, Mac still held her head cradled in his palms, his eyes boring into hers like twin flames.

“What are we doing here, Nida?”

“I don’t know, but…” She licked her lower lip.

“But what?” His voice was rough, as if gravel was bouncing over his vocal chords.

“But I can’t seem to stop doing it.” She whispered the words, almost as if afraid to say them out loud.

“Me too.” He followed the path her tongue had taken over her bottom lip. “This is probably a bad idea for more reasons than I can tell you.”

“You’re right,” she agreed.

“But we’re going to do it anyway.”

At her nod, Mac lifted her in his arms and strode toward the house. When he carried her in through the back door, she managed to take a quick look around. The interior was dark and cool, shielded from the heat of the sun by the ancient oaks that stood like sentinels. All the old rotting furniture had been carted away, the fireplace cleaned—she was sure that had been a damn nasty job—and the floors swept. She barely caught a glimpse of the kitchen as they passed through it, but what she did see was clean, even if the appliances had been bought one year before God. Then again, she didn’t think cooking was high on Mac’s list of priorities. The living room was completely empty except for a laptop sitting on an upended box and an open sleeping bag.

For one brief moment, she asked herself what she was doing here. She’d come here just intending to share a lunch with him. Get to know him better. Maybe get this unexpected and unwanted itch out of her system. Then she could put him in the closet with the other men she’d known, men she spent a lot of time trying to forget, and lock the door. Now here she was about to get naked with him, and she had no willpower to say no.

“I wish I had a fancier place to do this,” he told her as he lowered her to the sleeping bag. “I must be losing my mind, because this shows no class at all on my part.”

Nida reached for him, and when he knelt beside her, she ran her fingers through his sexily rumpled hair.

“I don’t need fancy.” They locked gazes again. “I don’t think it even matters.”

“Next time,” he told her in a thick voice.

She blinked. “Will there be a next time?”

After a long moment, he smiled, need blazing from his eyes. “I wasn’t even counting on this time.”

Then he came down beside her, threading his long, lean fingers in her hair. “So gorgeous,” he murmured. “So sweet. So hot. I wanted to get my hands on you the first time I saw you.”

And he proceeded to do just that. He caressed her cheeks as he took her mouth again, this kiss hotter and deeper than the first one. While he licked the inside of her mouth with slow, sensuous strokes, he slipped his hand beneath her top, resting it for a moment on her stomach just above the waistband of her shorts. The heat of his fingers branded her skin. Her breathing ratcheted up as the kiss intensified and the tips of his fingers brushed against her bra.

“I should have showered,” he murmured against her lips.

“I like sweaty men,” she told him.

“Thank God.” He slipped his tongue into her mouth again, setting all those interior nerve endings to crackling.

He moved his hand to cup a breast, stroking her nipple through the satin fabric of her bra, back and forth, back and forth, until the beaded tip was painfully hard. When he moved to the other one, she moaned into the well of his mouth and pushed against his hand.

“Naked,” he murmured. “I want naked skin.”

He lifted her tee shirt, helped her ease it over her head and then opened the front clasp on the bra. He sucked in a breath at the sight of her naked breasts and bent to close his lips around one pebbled tip.

Oh, God. The heat of his mouth as he closed it over her flesh was hotter than fire, and another moan whimpered from her. Nida shifted from side-to-side as he sucked and pulled and nipped and licked until she was sure she would come just from the attention he paid to her breasts. But as if sensing the edge she teetered on, he trailed little kisses down over her breastbone and her tummy to her navel, pausing to swirl his tongue in the indentation.

Nida smoothed her hands over his sun-warmed back, loving the feel of honest perspiration and the play of hard muscle beneath the surface. His mouth was searing and wet on her, and she wanted it everywhere on her body. She felt as if she was floating in a sea of erotic waves, their crests lapping at her. She could have been on a cushioned mattress rather than a sleeping bag on a hard floor for all she knew.

She felt Mac unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and then sliding them down her legs and pushing her thighs apart. She opened her eyes when she heard the sharp intake of his breath.

“Jesus, Nida. You are fucking gorgeous. Everywhere. Just everywhere.”

He stroked the inside of her thighs, feather-light touches that drove her wild. When she tried to close her thighs around his hand, he thrust one of his legs between hers and wedged them in place. Wanting to feel more of him too, she managed to unsnap and unzip his jeans and shove them past his hips.

“Off,” she demanded. “I want you naked too.”

He laughed, a low, lusty sound. “Not yet. I’m so hard and ready I might embarrass myself.”

“I can handle that.” She grinned as she realized what she’d said. “I can definitely handle that.”

“And you will get the chance. But my turn first.”

Before she could blink, he was kneeling between her thighs, the flame in his eyes scorching her as he took in every inch of her body. She felt totally decadent, lying there with her bra flipped open and a tiny scrap of silk covering her mound. She’d developed a self-consciousness about her body after—

Don’t go there.

Because with Mac, she felt completely wanton, her body thrumming with need.

He bent to her breasts again, swirling his tongue around the hardened tips and biting gently, just enough to make her juices flow and dampen her panties. The craving inside her continued to build, intensifying as he again trailed his mouth down her tummy. Only this time he didn’t stop until he reached her silk-covered pussy. He lapped at her through her panties, pushing the flimsy fabric between the lips of her pussy, taking little nips before tracing her slit with his educated tongue.

“Mmm.” Another moan tumbled from her throat and past her lips as pleasure coursed through her. She tried to close her legs, trapping his head in place, but he pressed his fingers into her thighs, holding them apart as he feasted on her.

He caught the edge of her panties with his teeth and drew them slowly down until her entire pussy was exposed. His nostrils flared as he caught the increasingly strong scent of her musk. As if impatient suddenly to be rid of any barriers, he yanked her panties down past her feet and tossed them to the side. Then he was on her with his mouth again, pressing her legs wide to expose her while he feasted and feasted and took his pleasure.

But nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving her. His tongue was a live wire on the inner lips of her cunt, along the wet valley of her slit and circling the throbbing nub of her clit. Over and over, driving her to the peak of pleasure but not quite pushing her there. Until, at last, he spread her labia and drove his tongue deep inside her.

She convulsed, her body shaking, back arching as she lifted herself to his mouth. She knotted her fists in the fabric of the sleeping bag to anchor herself, oblivious to the hard floor beneath her. Mac continued to lap at her, to caress her folds and her slit with his tongue until the last tiny spasm had subsided and her body relaxed, spent. With a soft sound of satisfaction, he moved up her body to press his mouth to hers, his lips soft and warm and coated with the taste of her cream. The kiss was so erotic that she felt her body stirring again.

Lordy! If this was what happened when he used his mouth on her, what would it be like when his cock was inside her? And did she have the strength to find out?

Mac broke the kiss and trailed his mouth along her jawline and down the slender column of her neck. He was drunk on her juices, higher than he’d ever been on any alcohol, and his cock was sending him urgent messages.

Inside her. Now.

That’s where he wanted to be more than anything right now. This…this
thing
with her had hit him with the force of a sledgehammer, knocking memories of any other woman clear over the cliff. Her skin was satin smooth, her midnight-black hair like strands of silk, her body a treat he could feast on forever. Even the ever-present specter of the tragedy and his avowed mission hadn’t been able to make him turn away from the moment she’d stepped out of her SUV. He’d been fighting since he walked into her office and today his defenses were just down enough that he had to give in.

God. She tasted like seven kinds of sin, her cream an intriguing combination of spicy and sweet, her skin as delicious as aged bourbon. Just touching her set off every one of his nerve endings. Putting his mouth all over her made his testosterone spike off the charts. The entire time he had his tongue in her cunt, he’d been afraid his own control would shatter and he’d totally embarrass himself.

Now, he peppered kisses softly over her skin, following the curve of her plump breasts and lightly nipped the hollow of her throat where he could see the hard beat of her pulse. He gave himself one last lick of her nipples and a swipe of his tongue down to her navel before returning to stare into her eyes. Heat still smoldered there beneath the slightly glazed look, and her face was flushed a nice delicate shade of pink.