Silk and Spurs (7 page)

His hands found the button on her shorts and they dropped to the floor when he pulled down the zipper. She kicked off her sandals and her shorts at the same time.

Now wearing only royal blue panties with black lace, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss as she pressed her body to his.

She loved the rasp of his shirt over her nipples and the roughness of his jeans against her mostly bared skin. His kiss rocked her as he brought her tight to him and kissed her with pent-up passion that he’d been holding back until this moment.

He moved his palms over the silky panties and caught her by her ass and raised her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. As he squeezed her ass in his palms, his cock pressed against her center and she squirmed with need to have him inside of her.

“Please.” Her voice sounded raspy. “I want you. I need you.”

“Hold your horses.” He smiled down at her but his expression was almost pained, like he was having trouble restraining himself. “I intend to take this slow with you.”

“Screw slow.” She knew her voice sounded urgent. “I can’t wait.”

“You can.” He tipped her head back using his finger beneath her chin. “And you will.”

She gave a whimper of protest as he set her on the bed. He caught the waistband of her panties with his fingers and tugged them over her hips and down her legs until he pulled them all the way off. He pressed her thighs apart so that her legs were wide open and then he slipped one finger into her wetness and stroked her clit.

A gasp escaped her and she bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying out.

It was like every touch had meaning beyond the desires of two people. Something more existed between them than simple lust.

Before stripping out of his shirt, he pulled off each of his boots and then his socks. She watched the flex of muscle beneath tanned skin with every movement he made. His blue eyes never stopped looking at her and his expression was dark and intense.

He unbuckled his belt buckle and pulled out his belt and tossed it aside before unbuttoning his Wranglers and letting them drop and stepping out of them. His thighs were as thickly muscled as the rest of him. He was wearing only boxer briefs and his erection pressed against the cotton, begging for her touch.

When he pushed down his briefs and got rid of them, her heart pounded harder. His cock was big and thick and she couldn’t wait for the moment that she would feel him inside of her.

She wanted to taste him. To feel him in her mouth. Before he had a chance to touch her again, she was on her knees on the floor and she wrapped her fingers around his erection. She needed to be closer to him in every way possible.

Zane groaned as Jessie licked the length of his cock all the way to his balls and back, then circled the head with her tongue. He hadn’t expected her to go down on him the first time he took her, but damned if he could regain control of the moment. She could lead him around by his erection and there was nothing he could do about it, as badly as he wanted what she had to offer.

She gripped his cock as she slipped her mouth over him and took him all the way to the back of her throat. He hissed out his breath as all sensation gathered in his groin.

Something about her had him thinking about a future with her. Hell, he’d only known her a few days and he imagined a lifetime together. He couldn’t remember ever thinking about that with Phoebe. Ever.

All his thoughts centered on Jessie as she licked and sucked his cock. He slid his hands into her silky hair and massaged her scalp with his fingertips, almost without thinking.

The sensations in his groin grew, magnified, became powerful beyond belief. He almost didn’t stop her in time.

“Can’t take anymore, honey.” He gritted his teeth and forced her to release her grip on him and let him slide from her mouth. “I want to be inside of you when I come.”

“What was that you said about waiting?” Her green eyes met his and she gave him a sexy little smile that had him ready to throw her on the bed and take her hard and fast.

But he wanted to give her slow and easy. That was what she deserved. And he needed to show her that this wasn’t just recreation for the two of them. This moment had meaning as would every time for the rest of their lives.

The thought shocked him. Damn. He barely knew her and already he was thinking about this being a permanent relationship. He’d just blown through one relationship… It was too soon to be thinking of anything long-term.

Wasn’t it?

He brought her to a standing position then took her down to the bed so that he had her arms stretched above her head, their hands clasped. He was over her with his knees between her thighs as he looked down on her beautiful face.

The silkiness of her dark red hair, the green of her eyes, the smoothness of her fair skin, and her soft, pink lips that were slightly parted…every bit of her called to him. He loved her firm breasts, her gentle curves, and her long legs.

But mostly he loved what he’d glimpsed on the inside.

He kissed her slowly, savoring her taste and the way that she kissed. She sighed against his lips and he almost took her then. Almost thrust inside of her.

Instead, he drew away and looked down at her, wondering what made her so special… What made him want her in so many ways.

Jessie looked up at Zane, her heart and her belly fluttering. This was a man she would do anything for. A man she could…love.

When he lowered his head, he brushed his lips along her cheek to her ear and she shivered as he nipped her earlobe. He trailed his mouth along her jaw to her chin then moved his mouth to hers and gave her another soft kiss.

He released her hands as he kissed a path down her neck to the hollow of her throat. He moved his palms along her arms, skimming his fingertips over them as his lips and tongue found her breasts again. She arched her back, wanting more of his warm mouth on her breasts and the way his tongue teased her nipples.

Too soon it seemed, he left her breasts, but then he began to lick her skin in small circles as he moved down her flat belly to her bellybutton. He dipped his tongue inside, sending sensation shooting straight between her thighs as if the two places were connected.

She caught her breath as he raised his head and eased down then blew his warm breath on the curls of her mound. She felt herself grow wetter the closer he got to her clit. Instead of licking her like she thought he would, he licked the soft skin between her thigh and the lips of her sex.

With a moan she slipped her fingers into his hair, wanting to guide him back to where she wanted his mouth to be. But he slipped further down, his lips making a trail down the inside of her thigh to the back of her knee. He kissed her knee then skimmed his fingers up and down her thighs in a touch so light it made her shiver.

His hands felt rough and callused against the insides of her thighs as he pressed them farther apart and moved his big shoulders between them. She looked down and realized her entire body was tense with waiting for him.

He lowered his head and swiped his tongue over her clit. She cried out, the incredible sensations nearly sending her over the edge before he had even started.

His stubble rubbed against her soft skin, heightening the sensations. He licked her clit, the tight bud almost too sensitive to take the attention he was giving it.

He slid a finger into her channel then slipped in another and started moving his fingers in and out as he licked her.

She grasped the bedspread in her fists, her fingers aching from how tight she was clenching them.

He started pounding his fingers in and out of her, his knuckles hitting her soft folds and adding to the intensity of the experience.

Her mind seemed to spin and she could feel herself spinning out of control. “I’m going to come.” She squirmed. “If you don’t stop I’m not going to be able to hold back.”

He answered her by pressing his face tighter against her pussy and licking her even harder.

She cried out as she came hard. Her entire body jerked and then shuddered from the power of the orgasm.

In the back of her mind she wondered if anyone could possibly hear her, as loud as she’d cried, but then, at that moment, she really didn’t care.

All she cared about was the explosion of feeling throughout her body from the prickling of her scalp all the way down to her toes and the wash of heat that carried the sensations through her body. Perspiration broke out on her skin as her core throbbed and throbbed.

Zane moved up between her thighs. She was barely aware of the sound of a package being opened before she felt his cock pressing against her core. He braced his hands to either side of her head and looked down at her.

His expression was intense, all of his attention focused on her and her pleasure. He lowered his head and kissed her hard and she tasted herself on his tongue. His kiss was demanding, as if insisting she belonged to him.

She felt like she’d been waiting for this forever. For this moment with Zane… It was as if throughout her adult life, the men she’d been with had merely been experience to prepare her for this man. To be ready for him. To become a part of him.

“Are you ready?” He looked at her intently. “I’m going to make you mine. Do you understand? Mine.”

“Yes,” she said, right before he thrust his cock inside her.

Her cry was even louder this time as he took her. His strokes were long and powerful, filled with a possessive stamp that he was putting on her.

He drove in and out, thrusting into her so hard she didn’t know how much more she could take before she climaxed again.

Deeper he seemed to go and deeper yet. She wrapped her thighs around his hips, her ankles crossed behind his ass and dug her fingernails into his back.

And then heat flowed through her body and she gave a third cry as she came. This time it went on and on because he was drawing out the orgasm with his strokes.

Her gaze met his as her lips parted on a moan. She felt his sweat mingling with hers and caught his masculine scent.

“Jessie,” he said right before he gave a loud groan and shuddered as he continued to pump his hips, until he came to a stop. He pressed his groin tight to hers and she felt the throb of his cock inside her as he kept his eyes focused on her. She couldn’t move her gaze from his.

It was as if they had become a part of each other and neither of them wanted to break the connection they shared.

And then his body relaxed and he lowered his head, his breathing harsh and unsteady. He eased off of her and brought her along with him so that they were facing each other.

He pressed his forehead against hers. “You’re mine, Jessica Porter, and don’t you forget it.”

She smiled. “If you say so.”

“I say so,” he murmured and kissed her again.

Chapter 9

Jessie fought back a yawn as she drove into Sonoita. She hadn’t had a whole lot of sleep. When she thought of why, she smiled. She felt almost giddy after her night with Zane.

She could picture and almost feel every touch, every taste, every sensation. From the power in his muscular body to the way he’d looked at her with those incredible blue eyes…it had been incredible.

He’d woken her up in the middle of the night and had taken her again. Every moment with him was amazing.

But it was more than the sex. It was the way he looked at her, the way he told her how beautiful she was and how he’d never felt this way with anyone before her.

It could have been a line, but with Zane… She knew that he’d meant every word he’d said.

The drive to Sonoita was beautiful and she couldn’t get enough of this unique country. She needed a few things in town since she hadn’t planned on staying at the ranch. She’d also noticed that the fridge and the pantry were short on a couple of items that she figured she’d grab, too.

Funny, but her reasons for wanting to be out of town, away from Tucson, had changed. She hadn’t even thought of Carl and she found that it didn’t hurt to think about him.

When she reached the general store, she parked and headed inside to get what she needed. She pushed her basket through the store, went around the electronics aisle, and almost ran her shopping cart into another person’s.

She looked up from her shopping list and her skin crawled when she saw the person she’d nearly run into.

Phoebe.

The blonde woman glared, her eyes glittering with hate. “You bitch,” Phoebe spat. “You ruined everything.”

“What—?” Jessie started.

“You will regret crossing me.” Phoebe reminded Jessie of a cat with her back arched and hissing. A crazed look was in her eyes. “You
will
regret it. I will make sure you pay.”
 

She turned her cart around and walked away from Jessie. The woman looked over her shoulder once with hate-filled eyes then she continued around the corner of an aisle and was gone.

Jessie shuddered at the thought of the look in Phoebe’s eyes.
I’m not worried
, Jessie thought as she
stared in the direction that Phoebe had gone.
 

Putting aside Phoebe and her threats, Jessie finished her shopping and headed back to the Bar C.

•  •  •

After she’d taken everything she’d purchased into the ranch house and put it all away, she grabbed her camera and went out to the barn. She hadn’t photographed anything inside it yet and she was sure she would get some great shots.

She swept her gaze over the buildings and corrals as she walked, hoping to see Zane. He’d gotten up long before her this morning and was gone when she made it out of bed and fixed herself breakfast.

He was nowhere in sight so she walked through the barn doors. Immediately she caught scents of dust, hay, cattle, and horses. They weren’t unpleasant scents. She’d photographed sheep and cattle during the county fair in the arenas and in the holding pens, so she was familiar with the smells.

On the barn walls hung antique shears, a small shovel, horseshoes, a yoke, groomers, a scythe, a pick, and other things that she didn’t recognize. It made her wonder if all of the tools and items had been used at the ranch sometime during its long history.