Page 10 of Cougar Chronicles

“I’m sorry—”

“I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.

She ignited. Blazes trailed over her skin from one little kiss.

“I dream about your nipples, you know that?”

She gulped. Moisture trickled between her legs.

“I dream about suckin’ them raw like I did that night. I dream of you suckin’ my cock with those sweet lips of yours. Then I dream about fuckin’ you hard and fast, and then makin’ slow sweet love to you.”

Holly writhed under his steady and scalding gaze. Her nipples puckered against her bra. Want—pure, raw want—screamed through her.

His mouth closed over hers. The kiss was gentle at first, tiny licks around the corners of her lips, his tongue like smooth cream. Then he probed with slightly more force and her lips parted. Again, he was gentle, even as he sank into her mouth and kissed her with a slow hunger. It was sweet and sexy at the same time. Nothing like the frenzied passion of their first kiss, but incredible all the same. A soft groan left his throat and vibrated into her mouth, giving her chills.

Holly was vaguely aware of Jack fumbling with the buttons of her blouse and pushing her bra upward. Her ample breasts fell gently against her chest.

His lips left her mouth, and she sucked in a much needed breath. He trailed moist kisses over her cheek, her neck, down her chest, across the swollen flesh of her breast, until he caught a nipple between his teeth.

She couldn’t stop her shriek.

He looked up. “Too much?” His word hummed against the wrinkled flesh of her areola.

“God, no, but—”

He took the nipple again and tugged. Lightning flashed to her core and she jerked backward, the magnet digging farther into her flesh.

He let her nipple go with a soft pop. He stood, touching his forehead to hers, his hands cupping her breasts and his fingers gently kneading the tight buds. “Let me back in your bed, Holly.” His voice was husky, primal. “Please.”

Oh, she wanted to. The thought of another night of unbridled passion with cowboy—no, Jack, what a perfect name for him—sent ripples through her.

But another one-nighter wasn’t possible. That wasn’t who she was. Jack didn’t want her for the long haul, and who could blame him?

She pushed him away and ducked under his arms.

“Sugar?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, standing next to the door. “I really need you to go now.”

“Holly—”

“Please, Jack.”

He walked toward her and smiled. “That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name. I like that.”

Why was he so damned sweet? How was she supposed to get rid of him when he made her skin tingle and her heart race?

There was one way.

“I’m forty, you know.”

His eyebrows arched. “No, I didn’t know. You don’t look a day over thirty.”

“So you can see the problem.”

“What the hell problem are you talking about?”

“Well, clearly I’m a lot older than you are.”

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