Page 98 of Texas Hold Em'
He sighed and put a hand on my hip. “It’s okay. I understand.”
Poor, foolish, silly man.“I choose Reno,” I said simply.
He blinked.
I grinned in earnest. “More importantly, I choose you.”
Tex rolled on top of me and pinned me beneath him. “Don’t play games with me.”
“No games. I want to stay.”
“You’d be giving up a lot. Too much. Your home, your badge, your family. With Bates still on the loose, you’ll have to tread lightly. Keep to small circles. Will it be enough for you?”
How could he not understand yet? He was everything to me. Not enough?
“I could have everything in the world, and if you weren’t in it? It would never be enough,” I said. “You’re infuriating. You smoke like a chimney. You’re stubborn as hell and nobody makes me as angry as you do.Butnobody fills me up the way you do, either. I like who I am with you, Tex. I can be myself. This is something rare between us. I can’t give it up. Not for a badge, or a job, or anything.”
He searched my eyes as if looking for a lie, like he didn’t quite believe what I was saying.
Then he smiled and winked. “Nobody fills you up like I do, huh?”
I pushed at his chest and rolled my eyes. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I? Can’t you be serious for two minutes?”
“Can’t you lighten up for two minutes?”
“Don’t turn things around on me.”
He wedged a knee between my thighs. “I know how to lighten you up. Or should I say, loosen you up.”
I giggled as he descended upon me. “Tex!”
“Don’t play coy.”
I tried to escape him, but he was too strong, and his kisses were too sweet. I let him run his lips all over me and he worked his way down the length of my stomach to settle between my legs. There, he held me down by my hips and swirled his tongue over me, tasting me, teasing me, torturing me.
I rolled my hips and ran my fingers through his hair as he worked.
His tongue set my veins on fire.
In the back of my mind, I knew that we still had a hell of a fight ahead of us. This thing with Bates wasn’t over, and Tex and I would have our part in the fight soon enough. Maybe we’d get lucky again. Maybe not.
Either way, having him for however long I was able to? It would be worth it. I had to believe that. When the fight came, we’d rise to it.
Until then, we’d kiss, fuck, and kiss some more. We’d fall deeper into each other. I’d learn all the things about him I didn’t already know, and I’d share all the parts of myself I’d never shared with anyone before. I’d let him in.
All the way in.
Tex eased two fingers inside me. My back arched and I cooed his name to the ceiling. He sealed his lips over my clit and suckled, pulling me into his lips and rolling his tongue over me. I was so sensitive. I whimpered and writhed until I couldn’t stand it anymore, and I came for him.
He leaned over me and I twisted around, reaching for the condom drawer. He chuckled as I passed it to him. I watched, hungry and empty, as he rolled it on his cock.
He dropped his hips to mine and pressed into me. I moaned.
“Fuck,” he growled. “So fucking tight baby.”
I clung to him. Pleaded for him to fuck me. To take me. To use me.Devour me.
He did. He fucked me mercilessly and then tenderly, stealing my breath before breathing it back into me. Cradling me and then pinning me down. He flipped me over and took me from behind, slapping my ass, pulling my hair, and whispering in my ear all the dirty things he wanted to do to me later.
