Her body shuddered. “That’s my girl,” he whispered as she cried out his name, loud enough that anyone in the vicinity could hear it. When her muscles clenched around him, his chest swelled, and he couldn’t even put into words how fucking crazy it made him to see her like this.
No longer able to fight it anymore, and desperate to be inside her, he climbed to his feet, grabbed her by the waist, and lifted her onto his hips.
Her breasts crushed against his chest, moisture sealing their bodies as her lips found his. She kissed him passionately, deeply, her tongue slipping inside to play with his as he walked them backward toward the nearest tree.
Breathless, frantic to get inside her, Jag searched the ground for his jeans. He found them and rooted in the pocket for protection. “Shit, I can’t find a condom.” He scanned the ground. Had it fallen out?
A soft palm touched his face, and behind the fire in her eyes, he caught a hint of sadness. He stilled, his lust-rattled brain trying to sort out what was going on when she said, “It’s okay, I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too.”
“Then please, Jag. Just fuck me.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.”
“Good, because I don’t want anything between my cock and you.”
“Me neither.” The heat behind those words nearly brought on his orgasm. He groaned loudly, scooped his shirt from the ground, and draped it over her shoulders before he pressed her back into the bark. Her chest rose, and her eyes filled with excitement as he secured her against the tree and kneaded her butt.
Her legs wrapped tighter around him. “I’ve never been fucked like this before,” she said.
“I’m going to take you so many ways this week, you won’t know up from down.”
Her laugh was edgy, and she squirmed and said, “I’m looking forward to that.”
So was he.
He pressed his mouth to hers and softly licked her lips as he drew her down lower on his hips, until his crown breached her tight opening. “You’re so fucking hot.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but her words were lost on a moan when he pulled her down harder, ramming his cock as deep as it would go.
“Oh my, yes,” she cried out, her nails scratching at his back as he drove her against the tree, angling his body for better leverage.
Her body shuddered around his dick, forcing him to close his eyes in distress and get his shit together before he lost it. She bucked against him, demanding more. He pushed hard, faster, impossibly deeper.
“Yes, just like that.”
As they came together as one, heat exploded inside him. He’d never felt anything so goddamn amazing. Her slick heat coated the length of him, the frictionless barrier driving him to the brink in record time. But it was too soon…too soon to lose control.
He tried to slow down, he really did, but patience was no longer an option, not when she was so hot, so wet for him, and begging him to fuck her. He pumped hard, ravishing her sweet pussy as he ground his pelvis against her clit. She moved restlessly, and he could feel her muscles tightening, squeezing the length of him in the most mind-fucking ways.
“I’m…I’m…” she cried out, and a second later, as she clenched around him, it pushed him to the point of no return.
Air rushed from his lungs, and his body stiffened. “Fuck,” he cried out, struggling to hang on until she rode out the waves of ecstasy.
“Feels so good,” she murmured.
“Alix,” he mumbled, as a soft gasp broke from her lips and pushed him over the edge, and he pumped deeper, then stilled inside her. He held her tight, burying his face in her neck as he shuddered in surrender, depleting himself high inside her. His ragged moan echoed in the vast clearing, and somewhere overhead, birds took flight.
Sweat coated his body, his breathing labored as he remained inside her.
“That was good. No wonder women have cowboy fantasies,” she murmured into his hair.
Jag inched back, smiling at the contentment in her eyes.
“That’s it?” he teased, completely blown away by the sex. “Just good?”
Her legs slid to the ground, and she returned his smile and teased, “Well, it’s not like you’re an authentic cowboy.”
He laughed hard and said, “Tough audience.”
As they stood there, streaks of pink and purple bruising the skyline, they basked in the glow of orgasm. Jag smoothed back the few loose strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail and met her glance.
There was a new seriousness in her eyes. “Actually, I didn’t know it could ever be that good.”
Neither did he.
Of course he knew it would be good with her, but he had no idea it could be that good. Christ, he’d never lost it so fast before, but watching her come undone for him pressed buttons he didn’t even know he had. He sucked in air, but couldn’t seem to refill his lungs. Even though he wanted to see if there could be more between them, what he was feeling right now was foreign, a little more than overwhelming. Jesus, he could barely think, let alone breathe. Her hand went to his face, her touch going right through him and scaring him a bit.
He struggled to pull himself together and asked, “So tell me, does this mean you’ve decided not to switch sides?”
“Actually, I’m still not sure.” She crinkled her nose playfully, and he relaxed a little.
“No?”
“No,” she answered, marching her fingers over his chest. “I’m still on the fence. God only knows what it will take to figure it out.”
Grinning, Jag carried her to the sleeping bag and lowered her. He climbed on top, and as he pinned her beneath him, she gave an excited gasp.
He pressed his lips hard to hers, taking full possession of her body as he said, “God isn’t the only one who knows what it’ll take, baby.”
Chapter Four
Alix took in the sleeping man beside her. There was so much more to the private investigator who liked to play cowboy on the weekends. Jag was an amazing man, but she wasn’t going to fall for him. This week was just about fulfilling fantasies, and her body was all she could offer.
But still, she couldn’t deny that last night he’d taken her beyond her wildest imagination and taught her so much about herself, so much about her ex and how little he cared about what she wanted. As long as she played the dutiful daughter and fiancée, everyone was happy. Well, everyone but her.
She touched Jag’s face, lightly running her hand over the sexy stubble on his chin. Why had she ever stayed with a man who cared so little about her needs?
Because he was handpicked by your mother.
Jag stirred, and something warm flooded her veins. Even if she did want more from him, and she wasn’t saying she did, they both lived very different lives. And sure, he was coaxing her to let go, but that didn’t mean he wanted a future with her, right?
With dawn approaching, she climbed out of the sleeping bag, quietly unzipped the tent, slipped into her shoes, and stepped outside. Not wanting to wake the guests while they slept, she tiptoed to the edge of the clearing to look out at the ranch nestled in the valley far below. Fresh morning smells of grass and hay wafted before her nose, and the sounds of the wildlife stirring around her gave her a sense of peace. Even though she was alone, she didn’t feel lonely. She was experiencing so many firsts here on the ranch with Jag.
The early morning sun climbed over the mountain, and as the warm rays of light touched her flesh, she fanned her hair out and exhaled slowly.
“Hey,” a soft voice said from behind, jolting her out of her thoughts.
Jag.
Instead of turning, she stood there. The ground crunched beneath his feet as he came up behind her. Warm hands circled her body, and she exhaled slowly as he pulled her against his chest. She melted into him and scanned the gorgeous, sprawling expanse of countryside. As she basked in the quiet and harmony, the closeness she felt with Jag, she whispered, “I love it here.” She felt Jag’s heart beat against her back and reveled in the easy intimacy between them as he stroked her arms.