Jaz Tyler hadn’t any idea what to do next. She’d never invited a stranger into her bed before. But, she wanted Justin, wanted him bad. Her thighs quivered with anticipation, and after witnessing the size of his erection on the dance floor, she ached to feel him inside her.
But, the butterflies in her stomach were threatening to make her spew. She could just picture herself in an unsexy pose bent over the toilet, with him holding her hair. She closed her eyes and blew out a breath. I shouldn’t have had beer. It always makes me nauseous.
She was thankful her son was out of town. He had more than shared his opinion about her dating. He was afraid men would want her just for the money, or for the ranch, but she didn’t see that in Justin.
No. She saw a man who was genuinely interested in her. From the kiss that curled her toes and caused her panties to dampen, she was more than sure about Justin.
She took his hand and led him to her door. Her hands were shaking so bad she could barely get the key into the lock. He put his hand over hers to steady it, a comforting gesture. One she appreciated. Together they turned the key.
The cool air from the house hit her causing her nipples to bead into painful points. Of course, it could have been the thought of Justin sucking on them. He certainly had that effect on her body. She wondered idly if he would make love with his cowboy boots on or off. She could clearly picture him standing naked with his boots and his hat on. Just that thought had her practically panting.
The last time she’d made love was with her husband, and that was two years ago. He was always more of a polite lover than anything else. Sex had never been exciting, and lasted all of about twenty minutes including fore-play. She scoffed. Which was nothing to write home about. She’d faked so many orgasms with him that she probably hadn’t actually come in years, unless it was by her own hand. But, with Justin, she believed right down to her curled toes he would be a
wild man in bed. So, yes, she wanted to have sex with Justin McClain.
“What can I get you to drink?” She stood at the bar, holding up an empty glass.
“Whiskey would be good. I’ll take whatever you have.” He took a seat on the large leather sofa next to the fireplace. “Would you like me to build us a fire?”
“Oh yes, that would be lovely.” She poured two shots and carried them to the den.
She watched as Justin broke kindling and tore paper and stuffed it under the rack, then watched his arms flex while lifting the logs into the fireplace. He really was an impressive male specimen.
She couldn’t wait until those arms were wrapped around her doing wicked things in bed. If they made it to bed that is. She wouldn’t mind being taken right here in front of the fireplace.
She watched him; he had precise movements, each one with purpose. He controlled his body well. She wanted him to lose that careful control with her, to give in to his primal instincts and ravage her. She wasn’t some young school girl that needed to be treated with kid gloves. She was a forty five year old woman who needed wild passion, and reckless abandon.
“How about it cowboy? You want to take a wild ride in the hay?” Why skirt around the issue. I want what I want. She was nervous as hell, and didn’t know what his reaction would be, but she hoped he was just as excited as she was.
He froze with a small log in his hands, and turned to her. He dropped the log on the floor, and kissed her. He didn’t have to urge her mouth to open to him, she was ready. Their tongues dueled in a sensual dance, tasting and caressing the one another. Her heartbeat hammered in her chest. Her mind scattered to the winds, all thoughts gone, just the sensation of his kiss remained.
He tasted of beer and something she couldn’t quite name, but was uniquely Justin. Pure raw man. His fingers stabbed through her hair as he deepened the kiss. She couldn’t breathe but she didn’t care. She was lost in him.
He broke the kiss and looked her in the eye. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“I’ve never been surer about anything before. It’s been so long I need this.” God, she needed this. Needed to feel his hands all over her body, needed to feel that silver tongue licking and sucking on her nipples, she needed him to give her a night of pure pleasure. She went in for another kiss. It was gentle but sensual, a promise of more to come.
Jaz threw her thumb over her shoulder. “My bedroom is that way.”
He bounced on the couch a couple of times. “What about right here? It’s nice and comfortable, and we’d have a fire.”
She already had a fire going in her panties. Lord, if the man didn’t touch her soon she’d spontaneously combust. She couldn’t remember ever being this turned on by a man before. Maybe it was his demeanor, the way he carried himself, so sure in every motion. She had the feeling he would be a very dominant lover, which suited her just fine. There was nothing on earth sexier than a man taking charge in the bedroom. “Here is fine,” she said almost in breathless anticipation.
“Let me get the fire going.” He stood and grabbed a match from the box on the mantle, and lit the paper. The paper slowly burned, lighting the kindling and logs on fire.
A beautiful blue-green and yellow fire burned bright behind the glass in no time flat. Was there anything the man didn’t do to perfection?
The room filled with dancing firelight reflecting off the glass coffee table and their whiskey glasses, making the amber liquid glow. She could clearly see the two of them naked and sweating on the Persian rug in front of the fireplace. Him on top, or her on top, both rolling around in a passion induced haze. The ache in her core grew to unbearable proportions. “Justin, please, I need you. I can’t wait any longer.” She took his hand and placed it over her hammering heart.
“I’m not a gentle lover. I won’t hurt you, but I’m not easy. You need to be sure.”
“I am sure. I want you to be in control, I don’t want to have to think, I just want to feel.”
“You sound like my kind of woman, and I aim to please.” He had her stand up. “Take off your blouse. I want to see your pretty breasts.”
She hesitated and he gave her a stern look. He watched as she slowly untied the corset style opening to the blouse, loosening the ribbon and revealed a pale pink bra that pushed her cleavage up showing off her ample globes.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” Justin held her gaze, unwavering.
“Undress all the way. Show me that gorgeous body.” His stare seemed to penetrate her, pinning her in place, helpless under his command.
She seemed to be aroused by his dominance. She toed off her boots, unbuttoned her jeans, and shimmied out of them quickly. She had to feel his touch as soon as possible. Her over-sensitized flesh felt hot to the touch. She stood in front of him clad only in her bra and panties, nervously biting her bottom lip.
“I said undress all the way. Or do you need help? Tell me if you do.” His nostrils flared, taking in the musky scent of her arousal.
She huffed out a breath and shifted her eyes away from him. “I need help.”
He rose from the couch, stood mere inches away from her, hooked his thumbs in her panties and slid them down. As he bent down he came face to face with her carefully manicured folds. He’d heard of women having a wax job, but he’d never seen one. There was just a small triangle of curls pointing like an arrow to her slit. He stood to remove her bra. He popped the front clasp free spilling her breasts into his hands. Her rose colored nipples puckered into hard tips. He massaged her breasts eliciting a whimper from her. He took her arms and pulled them behind her back and gave her an order to keep them there.
She nodded her understanding.
He bent his head down and licked the areola of one nipple. Her breathing ratcheted up a notch, making her breasts rise and fall in his hands. He slid one hand down grazing her abdomen. She quivered under his touch. He kept going down to her pussy. He didn’t have to enter her to know she was ready. Her arousal covered her lips making them slick and hot. He brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked her cream from his fingers. “Mmm, finger lickin’ good, baby.”
He used those fingers to trace a pattern around her nipples leaving a cool wet trail behind. Jaz gasped as they traveled south again. He delved into her slick heat finding her hard little nub. He rubbed across it ever so gently making her legs shake. He put an arm around her waist to steady her and kept up his sensual assault on her clit.
She shook and moaned, but he was surprised she’d kept her hands behind her back. He’d have to reward her for that.
He dropped to his knees. “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
She did, and he used the tip of his tongue to lick the length of her slit, each time licking her hard nubbin. He held her hips, and sucked her clit into his mouth rolled his tongue across it and she exploded, bucking and jerking, riding his face. He lapped at her delectable juice, tasting her tangy spicy flavor, enjoying the hell out of his woman. And she was his.