Page 25 of The Wrangler

He stepped away and stripped out of his clothes until he was as naked as she was. His cock was hard and was close to reaching his navel. It ached and had ached every time they were in the same room. Cupping one breast and teasing the nipple with his thumb, he swirled his tongue around the other nipple, giving it the edge of his teeth before moving on to the other.

He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her before moving down, slipping his hands beneath her ass and lifting her up to meet his mouth. He nuzzled her clit and licked her labia. She was already wet. He very much doubted the spanking had done anything to curb her disobedient nature, but it sure as hell had warmed her up for him.

The scent of her arousal threatened to cost him his control and drive him into a frenzy, but he tamped down his need and lowered his mouth to her sex, feasting on it. He speared her pussy with his tongue again and again, delving deep with it curled and then flattening it out to sup on her honey. It coated his tongue and tasted delicious.

Keely writhed on her back, trying to get away from him, but he held her steady. She would learn from the beginningthat he was the one who controlled their sexual encounters. He continued to ravish her sex with his mouth, and she cried out, trembling as she came.

He gave her no respite and crawled up her body, covering her and taking his place between her thighs as he settled at her core. He pulled her legs up around his waist. Keely tried to bring her arms back down and with one hand he raised them back, pinning them above her head. With the other hand, he captured her hip.

His mouth hesitated a moment above hers. As his lips captured hers in a dominant kiss, he thrust deep inside her. It took every last measure of control not to just start pounding into her as hard as he could. Instead, he pulled back slowly before kissing her as he stroked in her, setting up a rhythm that she easily caught.

Releasing her hands, he brought his hands under her ass, cupping her buttocks as he massaged and squeezed them. Every moan, every sigh, every touch of her hand called to him in a way no woman before her ever had.

She called his name when her pussy spasmed around him. Even though he didn’t want it to end, he couldn’t help himself. Her orgasm brought forth his own, and he ground against her as he spilled himself deep inside her.

Later, Jesse sat at the edge of the bed, barely catching his breath, running a hand down his face. He should have stopped this before it started. But he hadn’t and couldn’t bring himself to regret it.

Keely lay sprawled across the mattress, the sheets twisted around her body, her hair a wild mess against his pillow. Shewas utterly wrecked, her skin still flushed, her lips curved in lazy satisfaction, and God help him, he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

But Jesse wasn’t a fool. This? This was a mistake—not just because his attraction to her was more than physical, but because he genuinely cared.

More than he should. More than he ever intended.

Keely stretched, humming softly, then turned on her side, propping her head on her hand. “You’re thinking too hard.”

Jesse let out a breath. “And you’re not thinking at all.”

She grinned, completely unbothered. “I’m thinking just fine. Mostly about how good that was. I suppose we should have had the safe sex talk before we fucked, but the fact is we both play at the Iron Spur, which means we’re both clean and I’ve been on birth control for years.”

Damn it. That hadn’t even occurred to him, but she had a point about them both being free of disease, and god help him, he wasn’t sure he really cared if she was on birth control. Jesse rolled his shoulders, trying to shake off the feeling creeping up his spine. "This changes nothing."

Keely arched an eyebrow. "Funny, it sure felt like it changed something."

He shot her a look, but she just grinned. Her body was still languid and relaxed, like she hadn’t just turned his world upside down.

"You keep pushing me, Keely." His voice came out rough, the warning clear.

She shrugged. "And you keep letting me."

Jesse exhaled through his nose, standing up, reaching for and pulling on his jeans. "This was a mistake."

Keely sat up, pulling the sheet around her. "Now, that’s just rude."

He turned to face her, jaw tight. "You’re in danger. That hasn’t changed. Nico isn’t going to stop just because we spent the last several hours tearing up the sheets."

Something flickered across her face—something vulnerable, brief, but unmistakable.

"You think I don’t know that?" she asked quietly.

Jesse hesitated, because hell if he knew how to answer that.

She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling. "Look, Jesse, I know what this is. You don’t have to get all broody about it. I don’t plan to."

Jesse studied her, the way she masked her emotions behind that affable grin, the way she pretended like this hadn’t just changed everything—for him, for her, for both of them. He stepped closer, brushing his knuckles down her jaw, watching as her breath hitched, as she leaned into the touch she claimed meant nothing. He didn’t look back as he left the room.

Because he knew if he did, he wouldn’t be able to walk away. And walking away was the only thing keeping him sane.

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