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She had a new life now. With some new people in it, a new job and a new, seriously hot boyfriend. Regardless of how temporary the latter might be, she and Jack were clearly an item right now and she intended to enjoy every minute she got to spend with the hunky cowboy.
She could see their association for what it was—the hot and sweaty sex she’d come looking for. And that was okay for now.
Smiling to herself for being in control of the situation and anticipating the rest of the night ahead of her, Liza settled under the thick, dark blue duvet that covered Jack’s enormous bed. The A/C and ceiling fan kept the room reasonably cool, though she knew that wouldn’t last long. As soon as Jack arrived, they’d be steaming the place up.
She could hardly wait. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, as though pulling in the very essence of him here in his bedroom. She realized she felt more at home here than she ever had in Peter’s apartment. This place was cozy and simple. Manly in some respects, but again, inviting. It was just right for this Goldilocks.
When the doorbell rang, Liza practically bolted out of bed as excitement shot through her. She raced down the stairs, slowing her pace as she reached the door, so as to appear more composed than she felt. She flipped the deadbolt and turned the knob.
Her heart jumped into her throat as the door opened. “Damn,” she said on a lusty sigh as she propped a hip against the doorframe and took Jack in from head to toe. “I just started to get settled in and here you are…completely unsettling me.” His dark eyes roved her body, making her insides flutter. She added, “You can make me wet just by looking at me.”
Jack grinned. “Well, darlin’, that’s a start. I intend to do more than just look at you. And I intend to make you even wetter.”
Fluttering became a serious understatement for the riot of emotions he incited. “You sure know how to take a girl’s breath away.”
“That’s some outfit to greet a man in.”
She smiled. “So glad I stopped by Ginger’s today.”
“That makes two of us.”
She stepped back so he could enter the foyer. He shut the door and locked it behind him.
“Key’s on the hallway table,” she said.
Jack didn’t respond. The soft glow of the chandelier hanging overhead made his eyes twinkle and his teeth sparkle as he moved toward her. She didn’t miss the mischievousness or the red-hot desire in his gaze. He put his hands on her waist and gripped her tight. His eyes feasted on her mouth, as if he was hungry to kiss her. But then his gaze dropped to her breasts, covered in ivory-colored lace. He lifted his hands and palmed her through the thin material. The heat and pressure of his hands and the friction of the lace as his thumbs swept over the centers made her nipples pebble tight. But he didn’t stop there.
He eased the thin straps down her arms and peeled the lace away at her chest to expose her flesh. Then he dipped his head to her. His tongue flicked over a hard nipple as he squeezed both breasts. Liza felt the fire roar through her, as usual. It didn’t take much to get the blaze going when Jack touched her. He teased each nipple tighter, making her ache for so much more.
“Jack,” she whispered his name as her fingers plowed through his thick hair.
He scooped her up in his strong arms, catching her by surprise. He carried her upstairs without saying a word. Liza’s heart hammered in her chest as she wrapped her arms around his thick neck and held onto him. He walked into the bedroom with long, purposeful strides and set her on the edge of the bed. Standing between her parted legs, his eyes locked with hers as he yanked the hem of his shirt from the waist of his jeans, which he’d tucked back in after their interlude at the saloon. She watched with anticipation as he unbuttoned each small disk, her heart rate accelerating as they slipped through their holes. Before the material had even hit the hardwood floor, she was reaching for the buttons of his fly and pulling them apart.
Her body was already on fire, her pulse skyrocketing with every second that passed. But eyeing Jack in his briefs had her mind reeling. He toed off his boots and divested himself of the briefs. He stood before her, gloriously naked. So fantastically masculine and virile that it made her faint of heart.
She reached out to him, the tips of her fingers grazing his hard cock. He jerked slightly from the touch and Liza smiled triumphantly, both delighted and amused that she could elicit such a vehement reaction from him. Her hand curled around his thick shaft and he groaned. Bending her head to him, she ran her tongue up the length of him, then licked the tip of his penis. Jack’s hands swept her hair back from her face and off her shoulders. She took him as deep in her mouth as she could and he let out a low, guttural sound.
Encouraged and turned-on by his response, she licked him again and then sucked him hard.
“Christ, darlin’,” he said in a tight voice. “You’ll have me coming in no time flat if you keep that up.”
Although she wasn’t ready to end their fun that quickly, she was nowhere near done with him. The hand gripping him moved down to gently cup his balls as her head continued to bob.
“Liza,” he grunted a warning as he bucked against her.
She felt a tremor in his legs and it was all she could do not to finish the job, not to push him over the edge. Because pleasing Jack was just as thrilling as being the recipient of his erotic touches.
And that’s when inspiration struck. Rather deviously, in fact.
Relinquishing her hold on his cock and standing, though skirting him as he reached for her, she said over her bare shoulder, “Nighties and panties aren’t the only things I picked up in town today.”
Jack eyed her with that raw intensity in his gaze that made her pussy throb. “Got a few tricks of your own up your sleeve, have you, darlin’?”
She grinned at him. “Let’s just say you bring out the bad girl in me.”
“And she’s damn sexy.”
Reaching for the shopper’s bag Ginger had packed, Liza rummaged around in the bottom of it until she found what she was looking for. Another ripple of excitement ran through her as she considered what to do with the cinnamon-scented, heats-up-when-rubbed-on-body-parts oil. Her breasts were already bared and she worked the fallen straps off her arms. She hoped the light pink tint of the oil wouldn’t stain the champagne-colored lace, but figured s
