Texas Lullaby (Texas Montgomery Mavericks Book 7) by Cynthia D’Alba Page A

rigid shaft. She began to rock against him, letting out a throaty grunt with each movement.
    Damn. He was going to come in his shorts at this speed.
    He sucked her breast roughly as he shoved his hand down her shorts and into her panties. She was slippery and hot. So wet. So ready for him. He pushed a finger up her. The sound of her groan almost did him in. He pulled it out, added a second one and thrust both fingers firmly in her. As he moved his fingers in and out, her hip thrusts became harder and faster, her breathing faster. Her head rolled back as her mouth gaped.
    And then she cried out, her channel milking his fingers as she climaxed.
    He stopped and waited for her to come back to him.
    She sighed and smiled. “Thanks. I needed that. I’ll never look at your kitchen the same way again.”
    He laughed and pulled his hand from her shorts. “Shall we adjourn to my bedroom?”
    Lydia snatched her bra and T-shirt off the floor. “I’d say lead the way, but I think I’ll race you instead.”
    Knowing his house as well as her own, she took off at a run, laughing as she rounded the door of the kitchen and charging for the stairs that led to the second floor. Behind her, Jason’s heavy footsteps were gaining ground. Catching him off-guard was the only reason she had any lead at all. He was bigger, taller and faster than she.
    She took the stairs two at a time, but before she could take a step toward his room, she was swept off her feet into his arms. She laughed, throwing her arms around his neck.
    “I’ve caught you fair and square,” he said. “Now you’re my prisoner.”
    “I’m so scared,” she said and began nibbling on his neck.
    “No hickeys, wench. It’s too hot to cover them with a shirt and tie.”
    He never should have said that. Never one to resist a dare, she bit his neck and sucked the salty flesh into her mouth.
    “Now you’ve done it,” he threatened.
    He tossed her onto his bed, where she landed on her back with a soft bounce. He landed on top of her, pinning her flat. She looked up into his crystal-blue eyes and every cell in her body sighed with pleasure. There wasn’t a jury in the world who could rule against him once he hit them with his hypnotizing gaze.
    No wonder Brandi with an I had wanted to climb him today. Any woman would love to have Jason Montgomery. She had him for now, although in her gut she knew the end would be coming. There was only so much time he could keep up the pretense of enjoying the children. And she had to put the children first.
    Threading her fingers into his hair, she pulled him down for a kiss. She wasn’t as frantic for release as she’d been five minutes ago. He’d been kind enough to take the edge off, so to speak. For a few minutes, they took pleasure in rediscovering the insides of mouths, the backs of teeth, the tingles that came from the perfect bite at the right strength.
    Then she slid her hands under his shirt and shoved it up.
    “Off,” she said between kisses.
    He sat up long enough to pull the material over his head and toss it across the room. When he lay down on top of her, his hot, muscular flesh heated her breasts, made her arch her back in an attempt for more contact. She moved her shoulders, loving the rough texture of his chest hair on her sensitive nipples.
    He slid his hand under her butt, hiked her up so that his rigid shaft pressed firmly against her. She separated her legs, wrapped them around his thighs and pushed her pulsing center to that delicious length of firm flesh.
    “I’ve missed you,” he said. “I need to feel you surrounding me. Taking me deep inside you.”
    “Me too, babe,” she said. “So much.”
    With quick fingers, both of them were naked within a minute. When he went to lie on her, she pushed him back onto the mattress.
    “No hickeys on your neck, but you never said I couldn’t suck anywhere else.”
    She enclosed her fingers around his long, thick dick, loving the way it was velvety soft but granite