Page 77 of One Lucky Cowboy

“And, by the way, I really liked that dress,” he said, taking her breast in his mouth and sucking while he fingered the soft fabric strewn beside them. “I mean, really liked it.”

She hissed in a breath when he flicked her nipple with his tongue.

“Mmm. I could tell.” She cupped his still-hard shaft. How either of them were still turned on after hours of pleasing each other was another of life’s great mysteries. “I didn’t mind the way your jeans showed off how you felt about me in the dress, either. Or what happened afterward.”

She ran her hand along the length of him, and his eyes closed while his mouth opened. She took the opportunity to go in for a kiss.

Okay, maybe she had a little left in her.

“But you didn’t look too shabby yourself. You clean up nice, cowboy,” she whispered in his ear, then nibbled his lobe.

“Is it fair to say we both kinda knew what we were doing showing up the way we did tonight?” he asked.

Jill considered the outfit, the makeup, the care she’d put into choosing underwear Jax would enjoy taking off her. The idea that he’d done the same was heady and sent a thrill rolling through her.

“I’ll cop to that if you will.”

“In a heartbeat, as long as it comes with those lips again.”

“They’re all yours, cowboy.” She kissed him gently.

As soon as those words came out of her mouth, though, the liquid heat coursing through her froze in the shape of a rogue wave, and the frigid mass would have toppled her if she’d been standing.

His? All his?

“I was hoping that was the case.” Jax dove into her, his hands and mouth all over her body in a frenzy of passion and need like they didn’t just finish doing exactly that. And like he hadn’t overthought her last comment, which she was immensely thankful for since she’d be doing just that all night and day tomorrow.

God, what was she thinking?

Jax’s hands teased at her center, rubbing her tight core until she spread herself open for him. He unlocked a deep want from somewhere hidden in her chest. It came with images of waking up like this each morning, holding this man tight to her each night, and other creature comforts that were off-limits. And for so many reasons that had nothing to do with his son and her need to work on her business.

She was, regardless of what she thought about Deer Creek, a city girl. And Jax was all cowboy. Hot, molten cowboy that she’d been close to making love to.

Too close.

“I want you,” he whispered, peppering her neck with kisses. She wanted him—more than she’d ever wanted anything—but what would happen if she opened up too much?

“Dammit, Jill, you do things to me I didn’t think were possible. You’re incredible.”

That was fine, but then he leaned back, gazed into her eyes to the secrets she held behind them, and rocked against her, filling her with his length and feelings she didn’t know were possible.

He didn’t release her until they both came, an emotional wave almost overpowering the physical one shattering Jill in half.

“I don’t ever want to let you go,” he murmured against her cheek, his breath warm but his words too hot to handle.

He cupped her cheek and kissed her too softly, too tenderly for her to feel anything but fear. That wasn’t what they’d agreed to.

Kissing, yes. Sex, maybe.

But flowers and wine and romance?

The Post-It note she and Maggie had scribbled flashed in her head. She knew what was important and what wasn’t.

Work, her goals, her future—all of these were at risk if she gave up too much of herself.

Thankfully, Jax’s lips trailed south, helping her forget everything but the feel of him against and inside her. That, she could get used to, even if the rest scared the life out of her.

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