Page 47 of Wrangling a Wild Texan

“That depends on what the thrill is.”

His gaze lowered and his smile faded. She glanced down and realized that the ties on one side of her dress had come undone and her breast was almost completely bared.

She quickly went to cover it, but Reid encircled her wrist with his calloused fingers and stopped her. His amber gaze was intense and he looked hot, so hot, with his dark hair slicked back from his angular face like some kind of sexy magazine model. When he spoke, his voice was rough and tummy tingling.

“How about a thrill that doesn’t involve anyone . . . but you and me.”

He moved her hand away from her breast and lowered his water-spiked eyelashes. His gaze felt like a hot brand and her nipples hardened against the wet material of her dress.

“Damn,” he whispered. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about your sweet nipples since the first night you showed them to me.” His gaze lifted, his eyes reflecting the sliver of moon thathad risen over the springs, turning them into two heated swirls of silver-gold. “Show them to me again, Sunshine.” He released her wrist. “Please.”

It was like his words were a struck match and she was a February Christmas tree. Her entire body went up in flames. There was no way she could not follow his command.

Keeping her gaze locked with his, she reached up and lowered the bodice of her dress, allowing both breasts to spring free. His breath sucked in, and she waited with trembling anticipation for him to touch her.

He didn’t.

Instead, he just looked, his chest rising and falling with each uneven breath he took. It was the most sensual thing Sunny had ever experienced, standing there in the moonlight with Reid’s hot gaze pinned to her. When she didn’t think she could stand the anticipation a second more, he lifted his hand. His first touch was a mere brush along the side swell of her right breast.

“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” He wet his lips as he swept a finger over the top and around to the other side. “Do you know how many nights I’ve dreamed about holding these . . . worshiping them like they deserved to be worshipped?” He lightly caressed the other breast. “They just beg for attention . . . for stroking . . . for hugging.” He took one in hand and gently squeezed. He growled low in his throat as his fingers tightened. “So soft . . . so damn fuckin’ soft.” He strummed the nipple with his thumb, causing her to moan and sway toward him. “Do you like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“What about this?” He rolled her nipple between his calloused fingers before pinching hard. Desire zinged through her body and she had to grab on to his shoulders as her knees buckled.

He chuckled. “So my Sunshine likes it a little rough.” He pinched her again before he lowered his head and took her into his hot, wet mouth with a strong suck that had her coming up to her toes and sliding her fingers through his hair.

“R-R-Reid.”

He lightened the suck, his breath cooling her nipple as he spoke. “I’m right here, baby. Like I said before, I’m not going anywhere.” He licked her nipple lushly before drawing it back into his mouth. While he worked his magic with his tongue and mouth, he palmed her other breast and tugged and pinched until her nipple was as hard as the pebbles beneath her feet.

But there was another part of her that badly needed attention.

Fisting his hair in her hands, she arched her back and tried to brush that needy part against his hard body. But it was impossible with him bent and worshipping her breasts. She groaned loudly in frustration and tugged on his hair.

He drew back and arched a brow. “Is there a problem, Sunshine? Is what I’m doing not thrilling enough?”

“Don’t be a smart-ass. You know exactly what I need.”

His eyes darkened. “And I intend to give it to you, baby. Come here.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her—a hungry kiss like he’d given her against his truck. But this time, his hands found her butt under the skirt of her dress. And since she wasn’t wearing any panties, he had full access.

He growled as he tugged her against him, his fingertips brushing the crease between her butt cheeks as he palmed her in his large hands. Pressed to him, she could feel all his impressive muscles . . . including the long, hard length hidden beneath his wet trunks.

“I want to come,” she said breathily as she rubbed against him.

“And I want you to come, baby. I want you to come bad.” He released her butt and turned her so her back pressed against his hard chest.

“What are you—” She cut off when his lips pressed to her ear and blew softly, sending a cascade of tingles through her.

“Shh . . .” He nibbled on her lobe and those tingles tightened into a throbbing knot between her legs as he stepped back until their shoulders were submerged in the water. “Rest your head on my shoulder and just relax. I got you.”

She did what he asked and her legs started to float up. His arm came around her waist and he pulled her back, anchoring her against him as his hand dipped below the skirt of her dress that floated around them.

Like with her breasts, he took his time, caressing her stomach and brushing her thighs, before he dipped between her legs and unerringly found the aching spot. As soon as his warm fingers begin their rhythmic stroke, she was lost. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t do anything but stay in Reid’s tight grip as he unraveled her.

That’s how she felt. Like a sweater with a loose string of yarn that no one but Reid had ever found. With one tug, all the pretenses she had knitted together to hide her true feelings came undone. It was freeing and terrifying all at the same time. All she could do was dig her chewed-off nails into his arm and ride it out as he whispered encouragement in her ear.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go.”

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