He wanted to jump right into the feast, but decided to savor the bounty before him. He took a moment, inhaled deeply, and looked up to meet hergaze.
“Darlin’, you do know I’d have been happy spending the night with you, good food, and conversation. Are you sure you want to do this withme?”
She raised a skeptical eyebrow and slowly smiled at him. “Is this you being a gentleman, Slade, or are you just trying to earn brownie points by being a niceguy?”
“Would you believe a little ofboth?”
She nodded, then took a moment to lean beyond him, grabbing the purse she’d dropped on his bed before she’d gone to the bathroom. She opened it and pulled out a string of foil condom packets, holding them up for him tosee.
“Does this show you how serious I am about spending the night withyou?”
He groaned and pulled her closer to him, resting his head on her breasts. “God, woman, where have you been all mylife?”
She chuckled as she wove firm fingers through his hair and lightly scraped his scalp with her fingernails. “I don’t know if I should be impressed or concerned about your use of religious outcries while I’m trying to have sex withyou.”
“Trust me, in the Bible belt, we take the name of the Lord seriously. As a good Texas boy I’m only calling on God for two reasons: because I need Him, or because I want to thankHim.”
“Which reason are you calling Himnow?”
He lifted his hand, securing it at her nape, threading his fingers into the thick loose curls that framed her face and shoulders. “Both.”
He pulled her down on top of him, loving the feel of her body’s weight against his chest. He slid sure hands down her back, letting them glide down the curve of her ass until his fingers rested on the backs of her thighs. He pulled her up until her legs straddled his hips, loving the feel the heat of her cunt supplied as she seated herself gently on hiscock.
He slid his hands down her thighs and moved on to her calves, smiling when he encountered the leather leg of herboots.
“You have no idea how much Texans love boots,” he whispered against hermouth.
“The boots are really doing it for you,huh?”
“You in the boots is really doing it for me. Keep ’emon.”
* * *
The crooked smile on his face and the streak of devilment in his eyes should have let her know she was in for an intense ride. Everything about Slade Hamilton said unpredictable and different. From the way he wore that big-ass cowboy hat with such confidence to the powerful way he walked—even the way his rich voice dripped with sex appeal—Slade Hamilton was a powerful man who played his cards close and kept a woman on her feet. In one smooth motion, he flipped them over, never once interrupting the kiss they were locked in. She was on her back, spread beneath him, happily basking in his heat without the slightest bit of concern for how wanton her spread legs and desperate moans made herappear.
That was Slade. Since that first moment in the bar, he’d made her care less about everything she should be doing and drew her focus to the things that pleased her. His ability to make her forget about the world outside was intoxicating, something that could be dangerous inexcess.
She gave herself a mental shake. There was no need to worry about becoming addicted. He’d be gone, back to his life in Texas, in a matter of hours. There would be no time for her system to become fixated on the things his body could do tohers.
Secure in the fact she had this under control, she slid sure hands down his muscled flanks, hooking her fingers into the elastic of his boxer briefs. She tugged, and he rolled from side to side until she got them down far enough that he could kick themoff.
When he leaned to the side it gave her the opportunity to see the monster he’d been hiding beneath his clothes. She’d known he was more than a handful when she’d straddled him. The way his cock protruded through his jeans, resting hard and heavy between the lips of her pussy, creating the most delightful friction across her clit was proof enough of her assumption. If he’d left her there, a few swivels of her hips would have gotten her off. But seeing him now, naked, hard, and cut, she was glad she hadn’t wasted that orgasm dry-humping him like ateenager.
“Gimme that,” she moaned. He made enough space between their bodies for her to slide her hand between them. Discovering her fingers were unable to touch when she attempted to wrap her hand around him made her pussy clench. She hadn’t stroked him once, and he was firm and heavy, cock standing at attention, proudly reporting forduty.
She attempted to stroke him, but he wrapped his hand around hers and shook his head. He pulled her hand from his length and secured it over her head. He did the same to her other hand, swallowing both her wrists in one meaty palm. He positioned himself to her side as he used his free hand to glide from her ample bosom down to the soft base of herabdomen.
When his fingers reached her folds, he wasted no time in swirling his fingers around the hood of her clit, coaxing it from behind its silky cover. The feel of his hands on her, rubbing her, sending shocks of electricity from his fingertips to her cunt, causing it to weep with excitement, begging him for more, brought her closer to the climax she could feel buildinginside.
Her breath came in gasps as she mewled and moaned for him. When skilled fingers slipped inside her, her moans became an opencry.
“Shhh, darlin’. I promise I’ll give you everything you want.” He leaned in and kissed her. It was hungry, desperate. He broke the kiss only to whisper in her ear as his fingers continued to stroke her, caressing the spongy knot inside her that threatened to break herapart.
The sound of his voice both soothed and excited her. It stroked her soul just as gently and surely as his fingers stroked her velvetwalls.
Sometimes his words seemed like meaningless sounds, others nearly shattered her with the depth of their meaning. Repeatedly he told her how beautiful she was, how fucking sexy she was with the lips of her cunt spread open and dripping for him. How he wanted to bury his face in it and lick every delicious drop she had to offer him. And when one of his fingers lightly slid against her puckered hole and her entire body quivered, he told her how the thought of sliding inside made his dickweep.
She wasn’t sure if it was his touch or the filthy things he whispered to her in his sweet voice, but without warning her entire body tightened into one long spasm and then shattered. The tremors of her orgasm were still causing her walls to quake when she heard the distant sound of a foil wrapper being tornopen.
