Wild Nevada Ride (4 page)

His words swirled around in her head and she frowned.
He didn’t just proposition me, did he? Nah… maybe?
A soft giggle bubbled from her lips and a smile quirked at his.

“Are you getting tipsy, Ms. Jamieson?”

“Nope—drunk maybe.”
That was it. I’m just a little drunk. It has to be the reason I’m having this outrageous conversation with a man I hardly know, but one I’m crazily attracted to.

He laughed. “I guess I should take you home then, if you’ll tell me your address.”

“Um… maybe—maybe not.”

“If you don’t tell me your address, I can’t take you home.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to.”

That got his attention. He stood, moving to her side and chuckled while he held out his hand so he could help her to her feet. “Now I know you’re drunk. You have no idea what you are saying.”

She let him pull her up, but when she stood in front of him, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “Yes, I do. I want you to make me forget slimy hands on my skin,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his exposed neck where his shirt lay open. His hiss echoed through the room and his hands wrapped around her upper arms.

“Katrina…” he growled.

She pushed the collar of his shirt out of the way with her nose and licked the skin beneath her mouth, before moving closer to his ear.

Letting her hands wander down his chest, she plucked the buttons loose until all but those inside the waistband of his trousers were unfastened. Sliding her hands into the gaping material, she let the hair on his chest slip through her fingers while she nibbled her way across his cheek until their lips were a hairsbreadth away from each other.

She opened her eyes and gasped when she saw the raw heat reflected in his gaze.

“You’re playing with fire, lady,” he growled.

“Burn me,” she whispered.

She almost whimpered when his lips came crashing down on hers in a kiss meant to melt any resistance she might have put up, but she had no intention of backing down. Returning his fevered kiss, she slid her tongue along the crease of his lips until he moaned and opened his mouth. His hands were everywhere, in her hair, sliding along her spine, slipping over her shoulders, taking the thin material of her dress down with them as her skin burned under his touch. His mouth left hers, and she tipped her head to the side, telling him without words what she wanted. He trailed his lips across her cheek to her ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth for a moment. Continuing down her neck, he nibbled, licked, and sucked at the soft skin until she moaned deep in her throat.

Her dress slipped down her arms and off her body, pooling at her feet. One calloused palm cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple until she inhaled sharply.

His hands moved around to her ass, cupping the soft mounds, molding them with his fingers, and pulling her tight against him until she could feel his erection against her belly. He moved from her neck down her chest until his mouth closed over her pert nipple. Whimpering, she held his head to her chest when she felt her pussy fill with need so strong, she ached for his touch. His thumbs hooked the sides of her lace panties, pulling them down as his mouth traveled down her stomach, stopping to play with the dangling belly button ring for a moment.

She stepped out of the underwear before he laid her back on the couch cushion, bringing her ass to the edge. He looked into her eyes, a small smile rippling across his mouth when his lips grazed the inside of her knee and she moaned.
I knew there was a reason I didn’t wear pantyhose tonight.
The rough pad of his tongue rasped against the sensitive skin of her thigh while he moved closer to the aching need between her legs.

“God, Justin—please,” she groaned softly.

She didn’t think it possible, but his eyes got even hotter and a darker brown when he settled his mouth on her clit. Lashes any woman would kill for covered his eyes as he ran his tongue in a slow lick from her quivering pussy lips back to her clit. Swirling the aching bud with the tip of his tongue in the slowest, most agonizing manner she could ever remember feeling, she almost screamed, wanting him to hurry and make her come. He sucked her clit for several agonizing moments, before dipping inside her pussy with the tip of his tongue, until she wiggled on the couch cushion. Whimpers of need fell from her mouth while she begged him to hurry and take her. When he finally slipped two fingers inside her wet pussy and sucked on her clit
hard
, a tortured groan ripped from her throat as hot cum spilled over his hand.

His mouth finally left her quivering flesh, before he kissed his way up her stomach, across her chest, stopping to suck softly on the nipple. When he took her lips with his, she could taste herself on his tongue as he slipped it inside her mouth to duel with hers.

Her hands found his chest, working the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. Pulling her mouth away, she pushed him back as her lips found his rock hard muscles, before nibbling at his male disks until they stood up, aching for her touch. His hands wound themselves in her hair and a groan rumbled deep beneath her mouth when her fingers plucked the button at his waist. Working his pants loose, she tugged until they pooled at his thighs along with his boxers and his cock stood proud, begging for her mouth.

Rolling backwards onto the floor, he pulled her with him until she lay sprawled across his chest. Her hand moved down, cupping his balls, as he hissed when her mouth moved across his chest again. His stomach quivered under her when she licked her way down across his washboard abdomen, following the trail of hair until it reached his groin.

Using only the tip of her tongue, she laved at the pre-cum glistening on the end of his cock. His hips lifted slightly, telling her what he wanted. He fisted her hair when she opened her mouth, taking him inside and swirling her tongue around him. Rocking his hips to her rhythm, it wasn’t long before she could feel him swell inside her mouth.

“Kat—stop.” He pulled her up by her shoulders, settling her across his chest again and kissing her. “God, I want you,” he growled into her mouth, before he flipped her over onto her back.

He took her nipple between his lips, sucking and nipping until she squirmed beneath him, begging with her moans. Two fingers slipped inside her pussy while he worked his pants off. She whimpered when he pulled his fingers out and whispered, “Don’t move.” His eyes sparkled in the light of the room when he reached for his pants, pulled out his wallet, and retrieved a condom.

Quickly encasing his hard cock, he moved between her legs as she wrapped them around his hips. With mingled sighs of pleasure, he slipped inside her. He pulled her hands together and held them above her head with one hand while she wiggled beneath him. He rocked his hips, and she almost squealed at the sensation of his cock buried to the hilt. His other hand moved between them and rubbed her clit, in a slow rhythmic dance, matching the movement of his hips.

“Faster,” she whimpered and he chuckled.

“I’m in control this time. You’ll get your turn.”

It wasn’t long, though, before he started moving faster and harder. She locked her heels behind him, begging him by digging them into his butt. He let her hands go and lifted her hips higher as he plunged inside, giving her everything he had.

Her climax built from her toes, the heat curling up her legs and rolling over her in a wave while she screamed his name. He shuddered and groaned a few short seconds after her, her name a whisper on his lips.

Chapter Four

He stood in the dark shadows of the bedroom slipping on his jeans while his gaze roamed over the woman in his bed. The sliver of sunlight filtering through the curtains turned the hair spread across his pillow to almost an auburn color. A small smile rippled across his lips when he remembered their wild night. Making love to her on the floor in the living room had just been the beginning. Once their breathing had returned to normal the first time, she’d given him one hell of a sexy look, her gaze almost begging for more, and his cock had immediately started to fill again.

It’s been a long time since I made love to a woman, much less three times in one night.
Shaking his head to clear the erotic thoughts before he climbed back into the bed with her, he grabbed a T-shirt from the drawer and slipped it on. With one last look over his shoulder, he quietly slipped out of the bedroom and softly closed the door behind him.

Padding into the living room, he picked up her clothes off the floor and draped them over the arm of the couch before heading toward the kitchen.

A soft knock on the kitchen door brought his thoughts back to the things needing done today. On a working ranch, there were very few days without something to do and even though he owned the place, it didn’t leave him out of the work ahead.

“Hey, boss.”

“How’s the mare doing?”

“She foaled during the night. Looks like you’ve got a handsome new stud for your growing stable.”

“Good. I was worried about her.”

Justin saw the twinkle in Keith’s eyes before he followed the other man’s gaze to where Katrina’s dress lay on the couch. “Looks to me like you had other things on your mind last night.”

Justin sipped the coffee in his hand without saying a word. He wasn’t going to explain Katrina’s presence to anyone until Keith’s gaze ricocheted behind him.

“Mornin’,” Keith said before Justin turned around, although he could tell by the look in his friend’s eyes who now stood behind them.

His jaw about hit the floor when he turned around to see the object of his lust-filled night draped in nothing more than his dress shirt. He didn’t think she could be more beautiful than the night before. The vision standing in the doorway with her hair in wild disarray, her bright green eyes sparkling in the light, and her gorgeous long legs bare, had his cock in overdrive.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I needed to retrieve a few things,” she said, grabbing her dress from the arm of the couch where he’d left it.

“I…uh…I’ll check back with you in a little while, boss,” Keith said before backing toward the screen door and disappearing.

“I didn’t mean to run off your company.”

“You didn’t. He was just checking in.” Clearing his throat, he asked, “Would you like some coffee?”

“No, thanks. I really need to get going.”

He started moving toward her, watching as her eyes grew larger the closer he got, but she wasn’t about to back down. When he reached her side, he lifted his hand, brushing his knuckles across her cheek. She trembled slightly under his touch and he smiled. “I’ll take you back to town.”

“I’ll just call a cab.”

“It’s the least I can do, Katrina. After…”

“The least you could do after getting laid last night?” She bristled, obviously spoiling for a fight. If that’s what she wanted, he’d give it to her. She made him hotter than the desert at high noon when she got pissed.

He smiled. “Never let it be said I’m not a gracious host.”

Flipping her hair over her shoulder, her eyes snapped as she raked him with her gaze. “Save it. You might need it later for some other unsuspecting female. I’ve already got your number, and I don’t plan on dialing it again anytime soon.”

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself? I distinctly remember you screaming my name on several occasions during the night.”

“You’re good, I’ll give you that, but I don’t think I’ll be requiring your services again.”

“Well, I’m sure you have friends who might be interested in my attributes.”

Her eyes raked him again. “Mmm…maybe. I guess I could give you a good recommendation…if someone asks.”

“Well, sweetheart, you know where I am and how to get in touch if you ever feel your um…needs aren’t being met by anyone else.”

“Somehow, I doubt it. My vibrator suits my needs.”