Page 36 of Snow in Texas

He gripped her waist and prepared to set her off his lap.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, eyes flaring. “Colin.”

He paused, knowing his expression was tight, unable to refuse her, though. That was the scary part – had she asked him to go running after her ex-husband, he would have done so in an instant, cheerfully running his Bowie knife through the bastard’s head gator-style. But she was holding him back, and that was harder to take.

“What?” he asked, voice gruff.

She took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to…I didn’t mean that you…well, anyway, there’s been enough bloodshed on my account around here. I don’t want you to get all tangled up in my stupid family business.”

“Why not?”

She rolled her eyes. “Because like I just said, it’s my stupid family business.”

“He could have killed you, Jen,” he said, tone harsh. He became aware he was squeezing her waist and forced his hands to relax. “That’s not stupid. If someone tries to kill you, don’t you think I’m going to do something about it?”

He didn’t know what to make of the look that crossed her face, the little flare of panic. “That was a long time ago,” she said, just above a whisper. “And we’ve only slept together one time–”

Okay, enough of that shit. He circled his arms around her and pulled her up tight against his chest, quick enough to draw a gasp from her. “Twice,” he said. “One night maybe, yeah, I’ll give you that. But two times.”

He was close enough to see the little rash of gooseflesh break out across her chest; felt her nipples tighten to hard points against his pecs. Her gaze softened, and the tip of her tongue darted out to dampen her lips. Her voice changed…for the better.

“You promised three times, remember?”

He was still fighting-mad, but that only seemed to heighten the sudden rush of heat that blasted through him.

“Yeah. I did, didn’t I?”

His hands slid up the soft skin of her back and beneath the curtain of her hair, took a firm grip on the blonde waves. He pulled her head down to his, and her mouth was already open and pliant when he kissed her.

A hot, feverish kiss. One without barriers or shyness. No hesitance of exploration. He took her mouth and she melted against him, sighing with a breathy, feminine sound that got him instantly hard.

She was straddling his hips already and she ground against him, seeking, asking. She probably wanted on top; wanted to fuck like this, sitting up in bed. Yeah, he could see her as an on-top kind of girl.

That wasn’t going to happen right now.

He rolled her and pinned her wrists up above her head with one hand, all in the span of a breath.

“Holy shit.” Her eyes flashed bright with surprise.

“What?”

“That was…really fast.” Then she grinned and wriggled her hands lightly against his hold. “I hope that doesn’t mean anything else is gonna be fast.”

He nudged her thighs apart and settled between them, leaned low over her, the force of his weight pressing her wrists deep into the mattress. The surprise in her gaze melted to pure hot lust. “A bit of advice, sweetheart,” he said, and knew the grin that sliced across his face was dark. “I’m not anything like that asshole who hurt you.” And for some reason, mentioning the guy hurt him, a sharp twinge under his breastbone. He shook it off, leaned lower, so his lips were just touching hers when he said, “But don’t ever mistake me for a gentleman.”

He entered her on a hard thrust. Her head kicked back against the sheets, mouth opening, eyes fluttering shut. She was no actress, and she loved it, lifted her hips in silent, desperate offering as he settled in and found a rhythm.

Each of her inhalations became shorter, more breathless. She was close, so close, trembling and straining beneath him, when her eyes opened to slits, bright as blue fire as she stared up at him. Reassuring herself it was him, searching his face.

Colin released her wrists and her arms came around his shoulders, nails anchoring in the skin at his back. Her eyes closed again and she sighed, that final ecstatic sigh that accompanied the strong fisting of her sex around his cock.

He dropped his face against her damp throat and joined her.

~*~

After, it became apparent that food was necessary, his stomach growling so loudly it made Jenny shake with silent laughter. It was five til five in the morning, which meant Darla wouldn’t be making breakfast yet and the clubhouse should be a ghost town. With great reluctance, Colin climbed out of bed and stepped into his jeans.

“Any special requests?”

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