“Jessie,” he said.
“Flynn.”
She pulled away from him, and she smiled. “I can’t believe it. I still can’t.”
“That we’re finally doing this?”
“Yes. And that I’m brave enough. Finally.”
She went back to him, claiming him with another hot kiss. Then she pulled her shirt up over her head and revealed a simple white bra that honestly drove him insane. This was the kind of thinghe didn’t get because he didn’t do intimacy. He got going-out lingerie, underwear that was meant to be seen, and there was definitely something hot about that, but her plain white T-shirt bra was doing things to him that he didn’t think he could ever explain.
She licked her lips, moved her hands to her belt buckle, and stripped her jeans off. And there she was, white cotton bra, white cotton underwear. Her arms were toned, her midsection firm, her thighs well defined from all that trick riding she did.
She was a specimen, was Jessie Jane. He had always thought she was beautiful. Hot. Had always known that sex with her would be incredible.
But that fantasy sex was with the woman he’d thought she was. Sex with the real Jessie Jane was better than he could’ve ever imagined. And there were aspects of it he could never have anticipated.
She reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra, let it fall loose before casting it to the ground.
She was bold, keeping eye contact with him as she took her underwear off too, leaving her entirely naked while he wore way too many clothes.
She moved to him and planted her hand in the center of his chest, pushing him back toward the mattress, and he went willingly. Which was how he found himself, still wearing boots, jeans, a shirt, and hat, lying flat on his back with a naked woman over him.
He could die happy. Honestly.
She raked her fingernails down his clothed chest, and he arched his hips upward, searching for some kind of relief for the need that flooded him.
“Don’t try to buck me off, cowboy. You know that doesn’t work with me.”
Yeah. He did know. He also knew he wanted this woman to ride him.
Badly.
“You’re a quick learner,” he said.
“I just know what to do. Because it’s you.”
He didn’t want to question that. Didn’t want to dig into it too deeply. He just wanted to keep it. Hold it close. “Undress me,” he said.
“You’re bossy,” she said.
“We both are. So let’s make the most of it.” He moved his hand, cupped her rear, then gave it a smack. “Take my shirt off.”
Her breath was coming in short, hard gasps as she pushed his shirt upward and eventually off.
She leaned down, her nipples skimming his chest as she kissed him, and he growled through clenched teeth. “Lord have mercy,” he groaned.
She got off him, then turned her focus to his belt and his jeans. He flicked his hat off his head, and he heard it hit the wall next to the bed and bounce onto the floor. He didn’t care.
She took his jeans and underwear down, tugging them lower and lower, and when she got to his ankles, she took his boots off along with everything else. Then she moved back up into position and stopped.
She looked at him, mischief shining bright her eyes, and then she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. “Dammit,” he said, his breath hissing through his teeth. He moved his hands up to grab her hair, fistfuls of that gorgeous silk, and she took him in as deep as he had ever been taken. He was weak.
Her lips were like salvation, her tongue an incantation. And the sure glide of her mouth over him was a hallelujah chorus. He was undone.
He had never thought much of God, but he was sure right then that he saw him.
In vivid detail.
