Stripped Naked (Naked Cowboys) by Desiree Holt Page B
Authors: Desiree Holt
seduction, teasing, arousing each other beyond the boiling point. Being inventive.
From the bottom drawer of her dresser where it still lay in its original tissue paper, she drew the sheer midnight-black shortie gown she’d bought before the divorce. At the time, she’d had some wild idea about setting up the perfect seduction scene with Max to celebrate their anniversary. Surprising him. Well, the surprise had been on her. But she’d kept the gown, hoping that one day she might have the opportunity to wear it in the right situation.
That day had come.
She was in the kitchen opening the bottle of white wine she’d had chilling when the doorbell rang. And suddenly she was hit by an attack of nerves. What if he was just coming here to tell her he’d changed his mind? What if things got hot and heavy again and he had second thoughts right in the middle?
The bell rang again, more insistently.
Don’t give yourself a panic attack. This is what you want. Be a big girl and take it.
“I thought maybe you’d decided to forget the whole thing,” Dillon said as she opened the door.
“Oh, no.” She swallowed and rubbed her hands against the fabric of the gown. “I was just in the kitchen getting the wine.”
His gaze took in every bit of her body, barely concealed beneath the flimsy material. Heat flared in his eyes and his breathing hitched.
“You’d better let me in, sweetheart, or I’ll take you right here on the porch and give the neighbors a great show. Whatever you’re almost wearing should be illegal.”
“Oh.” She wet her lips. “Of course.” She stood back to let him enter and had barely closed and locked the door then she found herself pushed back against it with Dillon’s mouth hot on hers and his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass.
“I had a hard time not thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his lips against hers. “Wouldn’t have looked right for the sheriff to walk around with an obvious hard-on. Open for me, Jinx.”
She opened her mouth and he swept his tongue in, hot and searching. He kneaded her ass while he took and took and took from her mouth. The wooden door was hard against her back, but the force of it barely registered with her. Liquid soaked the insides of her thighs and her pussy demanded satisfaction. His fingers. His mouth. His cock. She lifted one leg and hooked it around his thigh, pressing herself into him, seeking the thick length of his cock behind the soft denim of his jeans.
“Jesus!” Dillon tore his mouth away from her and dragged in air. “What is it with you, anyway? The minute I get you alone I just want to fuck you and never stop. It’s like I have no control. ”
“Same goes,” she told him in a breathless voice, barely able to speak.
“I promise I’ll take it slower the second time.” He nipped the lobe of her ear.
“You said that before,” she reminded him.
“I’ll probably say it again.” He gave a strangled laugh. “Give me a second here.”
He moved her leg from his hip and reached in the pocket of his jeans. Jinx’s eyes popped when he pulled out a string of condoms.
“Planning on a lot of action tonight?” she asked.
“As much as you can handle.”
When he pushed his jeans down past his hips Jinx saw that he was commando. All that naked skin made her lick her lips. But then his cock popped out, thick and hard and long, and for a moment she couldn’t catch her breath. She watched impatiently as he tore open a foil wrapper and sheathed himself.
“You wet for me, Jinx?” He rubbed the lips of her pussy then easily thrust two fingers inside her. “Oh, yeah. Plenty wet.”
Moving her leg back to his hip so her stance was widened for him, he pressed her back against the door, wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and thrust it inside her in one easy glide.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Jinx sucked in a breath as he filled her completely, the inner walls of her cunt clamping down on him with ecstatic pleasure. Heat blasted
From the bottom drawer of her dresser where it still lay in its original tissue paper, she drew the sheer midnight-black shortie gown she’d bought before the divorce. At the time, she’d had some wild idea about setting up the perfect seduction scene with Max to celebrate their anniversary. Surprising him. Well, the surprise had been on her. But she’d kept the gown, hoping that one day she might have the opportunity to wear it in the right situation.
That day had come.
She was in the kitchen opening the bottle of white wine she’d had chilling when the doorbell rang. And suddenly she was hit by an attack of nerves. What if he was just coming here to tell her he’d changed his mind? What if things got hot and heavy again and he had second thoughts right in the middle?
The bell rang again, more insistently.
Don’t give yourself a panic attack. This is what you want. Be a big girl and take it.
“I thought maybe you’d decided to forget the whole thing,” Dillon said as she opened the door.
“Oh, no.” She swallowed and rubbed her hands against the fabric of the gown. “I was just in the kitchen getting the wine.”
His gaze took in every bit of her body, barely concealed beneath the flimsy material. Heat flared in his eyes and his breathing hitched.
“You’d better let me in, sweetheart, or I’ll take you right here on the porch and give the neighbors a great show. Whatever you’re almost wearing should be illegal.”
“Oh.” She wet her lips. “Of course.” She stood back to let him enter and had barely closed and locked the door then she found herself pushed back against it with Dillon’s mouth hot on hers and his hands cupping the cheeks of her ass.
“I had a hard time not thinking about this all day,” he murmured, his lips against hers. “Wouldn’t have looked right for the sheriff to walk around with an obvious hard-on. Open for me, Jinx.”
She opened her mouth and he swept his tongue in, hot and searching. He kneaded her ass while he took and took and took from her mouth. The wooden door was hard against her back, but the force of it barely registered with her. Liquid soaked the insides of her thighs and her pussy demanded satisfaction. His fingers. His mouth. His cock. She lifted one leg and hooked it around his thigh, pressing herself into him, seeking the thick length of his cock behind the soft denim of his jeans.
“Jesus!” Dillon tore his mouth away from her and dragged in air. “What is it with you, anyway? The minute I get you alone I just want to fuck you and never stop. It’s like I have no control. ”
“Same goes,” she told him in a breathless voice, barely able to speak.
“I promise I’ll take it slower the second time.” He nipped the lobe of her ear.
“You said that before,” she reminded him.
“I’ll probably say it again.” He gave a strangled laugh. “Give me a second here.”
He moved her leg from his hip and reached in the pocket of his jeans. Jinx’s eyes popped when he pulled out a string of condoms.
“Planning on a lot of action tonight?” she asked.
“As much as you can handle.”
When he pushed his jeans down past his hips Jinx saw that he was commando. All that naked skin made her lick her lips. But then his cock popped out, thick and hard and long, and for a moment she couldn’t catch her breath. She watched impatiently as he tore open a foil wrapper and sheathed himself.
“You wet for me, Jinx?” He rubbed the lips of her pussy then easily thrust two fingers inside her. “Oh, yeah. Plenty wet.”
Moving her leg back to his hip so her stance was widened for him, he pressed her back against the door, wrapped the fingers of one hand around his cock and thrust it inside her in one easy glide.
Oh! Oh! Oh!
Jinx sucked in a breath as he filled her completely, the inner walls of her cunt clamping down on him with ecstatic pleasure. Heat blasted