“Next time, we’ll keep these on.”
I just knelt there for a moment. She was exactly as I’d imagined her. Full and soft and curved everywhere, the kind of body that a man’s hands remembered long after they’d let go. I stood up, pulling her with me. I reached behind her back, unclasping the silk bra with a quick flick of my wrist.
Her breasts spilled free, the deep pink nipples already tight and begging for attention. I ran my palms up from her bare hips to her waist, taking the full, aching weight of her in my hands. I felt her breath shudder as I bent my head and finally put mymouth on her. She gripped my hair with both hands and stopped trying to be quiet.
Good.
I had no use for quiet. Not with her.
“Slade—” my name was broken in the middle, “—God—”
“That’s it, baby,” I said against her skin. “Let me love you.”
And that’s exactly fucking what I was going to do. Love her.
Because I loved Jamie Parker. The realization hit me like a two-thousand-pound bull landing on my chest, flooding my veins with adrenaline. This was what I had been waiting my whole life for.
Her.
A woman who looked at me the way Jamie was looking. All want. And need. Not because of the silver buckle on my belt or the money in my bank account.
Me. Slade Everett. Just me.
I took my time with her breasts because they deserved it and because the sounds she made when I did, made me want her that much more. I reined in my desire, just a little, so I could make this good for her. Yeah, I was going to fuck her, but I wanted her to feel every second of my possession of her.
I discovered the place on her throat that made her shiver in my arms.
I heard her heartfelt moan as I took a nipple deep in my mouth and sucked hard, my tongue swirling over the tight peak.
She made the same sound when I pinched the other between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it until she arched into my touch.
I laid her back on the bed, taking in the pale lines of her body.
She was looking back at me with those beautiful eyes, direct and completely unguarded.
I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. As I leaned over her, I felt her breath hitch—not from the heat, but from the sight of the jagged line of scar tissue that ran from my collarbone up and over my shoulder.
Jamie reached out, her fingers trembling as she traced the edge of the twisted skin. “Slade... what happened?”
I caught her hand, my fingers interlacing with hers as I pinned her palm to the mattress beside her head. I looked down at her, my blood roaring in my ears.
“That’s a long story, darlin’,” I rasped, my voice thick with a need I couldn’t put off any longer. “And I’ll tell you every word of it. Just as soon as we finish here.”
I didn’t give her a chance to ask anything else. I put my mouth her neck, sucking the skin inside my mouth, marking her. Then, I moved down her body, my tongue tracing the valley between her breasts. I took a nipple in my mouth and used my teeth to scrape across the sensitive peak until she was sobbing.
“Slade, please. I need...”
“I know what you need.” I tugged down her silk panties exposing her soaking, wet center to the cool cabin air. I moved between her thighs, forcing them wide with my shoulders. She was glistening, her scent filling my head. “Look how wet you are for me,” I murmured, my breath ghosting over her folds. And when I touched her with my tongue, she nearly shook apart.
“You taste so sweet, baby.” I found her clit with my fingers and rubbed it as my tongue licked along her folds. “Is that what you came here for, Jamie? To have a cowboy rub your clit?”
She gave a breathless laugh. “I’m never living that down, am I?”
“No ma’am.” I grinned up at her. “But I think you might enjoy this more.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth, hard and deep before working her with my tongue. I set a devastating rhythm as Idrank her in. Then, I thrust two fingers inside her, making her scream my name into the quiet Texas night. I wanted her wrecked. I wanted her so high on what I was doing to her that the rest of the world disappeared.
I licked. I sucked. I fucked her with my fingers.
