Page 84 of Texas Kissing

Then he started to speed up and the heat began to twist and thrash inside me like a living thing. I could see the two of us in my mind’s eye—the tanned, muscled man kneeling on the bed, his body huge and hard, towering over the paler, softer woman before him. Taking her. Mounting her. The image lit a fuse in my brain, burning and sparking along a trail that led all the way down to my groin. Just as Bull sped up again, the pleasure exploded in my groin and I groaned, throwing my head back.

He started to really pound me, each hard thrustmaking my hanging breasts sway. He put his hands under me, not cupping them but letting them slap lightly against his palms with each swing, releasing bursts of silver, sparking pleasure with each contact. He wrapped himself against me for a second, licking the back of my neck where my hair had slid away to reveal a sensitive spot. Then he knelt up again and took me even harder.

The silken stroke of him inside me, so big and powerful, was sending cascades of little explosions rippling through my body, chain reactions that were building towards something bigger and bigger. My arms couldn’t support me any longer. I sank down onto my forearms and then my shoulders, turning my face to the side so that I could breathe.

That presented my ass to him even more completely and I groaned as he found a new, even better angle. His hips were slapping against me hard, now, brutally—just what I wanted. My ass began to throb deliciously from the slaps, the heat radiating out and adding to the pleasure.

His hands scooped underneath me and he palmed my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my nipples. Then he caught each one between thumb and forefinger and squeezed. “Bull,” I gasped. “Bull!”

He kept going, just as he’d promised, his thrusts building to fever pitch. The pleasure was throbbing so hot inside that the bed and the room and the whole hotel seemed to melt away, until it was just us in the darkness of my closed lids, my body flexing and writhing and pushing lewdly back against my lover as he thrust into me again and again. I could feel him hot and hard,nakedand the thought of it made the pleasure fold back on itself, twisting and growing—

I was Lily. I remembered that much. But Tessa, that girl who’d always filled my mind with fear and suspicion? I forgot her and let her go forever.

I cried out and pushedbackjust as he pressedforwardand then we were both groaning, locked as tight together as two people can be. The pleasure contracted and then exploded, washing every other sensation away except for the hot rush of him inside me.

We rocked like that, grinding against each other as we rode out our climaxes, and then collapsed onto our sides with him spooning me from behind.

Both of us had been awake all night. I’d walked for miles and Bull had been frantically driving around with Calahan. I nestled back against his chest...and slept.

It was nearly noon when we woke, but there was just time to catch the hotel breakfast. Both of us ordered creaking platefuls of bacon, eggs and toast, washed down with orange juice and coffee. The food made me feel a hell of a lot better...but as we got ready to drive back to Gold Lake, the scale of what we were about to do began to sink in.

“We need to say our goodbyes,” I said. “Once the FBI takes us off somewhere, there’s no going back.” I looked at him seriously over the rim of my coffee cup. “You know that, right? No going backever.”

“I know.”

I heard the edge of panic in my voice. “It’s easier for me, I don’t have family. But you’re going to have to—”

He put a hand on mine. “I know.”

Our eyes met and my chest contracted with the enormity of it. God, he was willing to give up his whole life for me, even after knowing me such a short time. Even though I’d lied to him. My eyes teared up. “What did I—I don’t know what I did to deserve someone—”

He put one huge hand on my cheek and wiped away the first tear with his thumb, catching it just as it started to fall. “I don’t know whatIdid,” he told me, “to deserveyou.”

“What are you even going to do for work? We don’t know where they’ll send us! It could be...Detroit or Miami or Illinois.” The panic was taking hold, now. “There are no horses in Illinois!”

“We’ll figure something out,” he said. And he said it so firmly I couldn’t help but believe him.

“And what about me? I’ll have to get a proper job. I’ve never had a proper job. I can’t keep doing what I’m doing, with the government looking over my shoulder!”

Bull grinned. “I can see you in an office.”

I gave him an incredulous look.

“In one of those skirts like they used to wear in the sixties, all tight on your ass. And a tight blouse with lots of buttons undone.”

I kicked him under the table. His jokey, I-don’t-take-anything-seriously attitude was infuriating...and exactly what I needed.

“And maybe we could get you some of them glasses with the little horns—the big black ones?” He made a noise that was halfway betweenmmmand a growl. “And you could put your hair up in a bun—”

I crossed my arms. “Oh, you’ve really thoughtabout this, haven’t you?”

“And stockings and heels. Big heels. And you can introduce me to all the city folk you work with.”

“And how am I going to explain a cowboy?”

“I won’t be a cowboy, by then. I’ll be something else.”

“What?”

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