Page 47 of Wrangling a Texas Hometown Hero

When he answered, his voice was thick and husky. “Then I owe you whatever forfeit you want. But if we’re going to make each other scream, we’re a little overdressed, don’t you think?” He gave her one hot, deep kiss before he pulled away and got to his feet.

As soon as he did, Jelly Roll jumped up on the bed. Hallie only got to give him one good cuddle before Jace took him from her.

“Sorry, buddy, but tonight she’s all mine.” He placed the cat in the bathroom, gave him a gentle pat, and shut the door. As he walked back to the bed, he stripped off his polo shirt.

His muscles rippled like a moonlit lake on a gusty night as he tossed it away and reached for the button of his jeans. She had seen his body before. It was burned into her brain like a three-dimensional brand. But seeing it again made her realize her memory didn’t come close to being as good as the real thing. If anyone needed an example of the perfect male specimen, Jace was it.

And he knew it.

Once he was completely naked, he stood there and allowed her to look her fill. She should have called him on his arrogance, but she was enjoying the show too much. She lifted her hand and made a circle motion with her finger.

His teeth flashed in a big smile before he turned around.

Damn, the man had a fine backside. It wasn’t too flat and it wasn’t too round. It was just right. The night they’d spent together, she hadn’t paid much attention to his butt. She’d been too preoccupied with his front. Tonight, she planned to pay attention to all of him.

Every single square inch of smooth skin and bunched muscle.

Scooting to the edge of the bed, she reached out and slid a hand over the two identical loaves of man butt. They flexed against her fingertips and her blood slowed and her breath quickened. She wanted to bite them again. To sink her teeth into the hard, sexy muscle. But before she could, he turned . . . and she was presented with an even harder muscle. She reached for it, but he stepped away.

“Sorry, but I get first dibs on making you scream.” He grabbed her foot and tugged off her boot, before reaching for the other one. There was something very sexy about having a naked man strip you down. Especially one who looked like a Greek football god. Once her boots and socks were off, he held a bare foot in his hand and studied her toes. “Even your toes are perfect.”

She snorted. “I’m far from perfect.”

He kissed each toe as his gaze connected with hers. “Then you just haven’t looked in the mirror, Halloween Holiday.” He lowered her foot and pulled her to her feet where he kissed her with sexy nips and deep tongue sweeps as he unbuttoned her shirt and slipped it from her shoulders. He worked on her jeans next. Once she stepped out of them, he drew back from the kiss and lowered his gaze to her lacy bra and panties.

“I never took you for a sexy lingerie girl.”

“I never took you for the type of man who talks a lot while he’s undressing a woman.”

He grinned. “You’re right. There are a lot better things to do than talk.” He lifted a hand and slipped a finger under her bra strap, slowly lowering it down her arm. He slid his finger along the sagging strap and over the top edge of her bra before he pushed down one cup, the calloused pad of his finger brushing over her nipple. Her breath released in a whoosh and his smile deepened as he dipped his head and engulfed her nipple in the wet heat of his mouth.

He gently suckled, turning it into a tight bud of desire. Her lips parted and a groan escaped, followed by one syllable.

“Ja—” She cut off before she finished his name.

She could feel his smile before he continued his torture. He tugged down her other bra cup, exposing both breasts to his hungry lips and lusty tongue. While his mouth focused on one breast, his hand fondled the other. Somewhere between his skilled caresses and tongue strokes, her knees gave out and the only thing holding her up was Jace’s firm grasp on her butt and her fingers gripping his hair.

She moaned and gasped and muttered curse words, but she kept his name locked deep inside . . . until he lowered her to the bed and knelt between her legs. She was prepared for soft kisses up her thighs and maybe a little nuzzling before he got down to business. She was not prepared for him to sweep her panties down, fill his hands with her butt cheeks, and dive right in with a hot open-mouthed kiss that made her see stars.

“Jace!”

He slid his tongue along her seam and pressed the bud at the top, causing her to yell his name again. He whispered against her quivering flesh. “That’s two. I want at least eight more.”

The darn competitive man didn’t let up until he got them.

Not that Hallie kept count. She didn’t care about bets and winning. All she cared about was Jace continuing to do what he was doing. He had obviously taken notes on that first night because he didn’t need any instructions. He seemed to know exactly how she liked it. But when she was seconds away from reaching orgasm, he slowed his tempo. Which really had her screaming his name.

“Jace!”

He gave her a lush kiss before he started the perfect tongue-rubbing tempo again—this time with the deep slide of his finger.

Talk about seeing stars. She felt like a black star that was getting ready to implode. She fisted her hands in his hair and pressed closer to his amazing tongue and talented finger. When the orgasm hit, she screamed his name over and over again, riding it out until she collapsed against the mattress.

When he lifted his head, she thought for sure he’d have a gloating smile.

Instead, his moonlit face looked intense and hungry. He stood and she saw the evidence of his hunger and watched it bounce proudly before him as he walked to the nightstand and got a condom.

He’d just gotten the package open when she sat up and stopped him. “Oh, no. You had your turn.” She encased his swollen length in her fist. “Now it’s mine.”

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