Page 114 of The Honorable Texan
She felt her back arch again as he traced around the curves of her breast without ever touching the hard, taut nipple.She wanted him to touch it.Her body ached to have him touch it.She didn’t understand why it should be such a violent, aching need…!
He laughed in a soft, sexy way against her lips.“Is this what you want?”
He caught the nipple between his thumb and forefinger and she lifted off the bed with a sharp cry.Heat spread over her, through her.Her short nails dug into his back fiercely and she gasped with pleasure.
“Baby,” he groaned roughly, aroused by her unexpectedly ardent response.“Baby, you turn me on so hard…!”
The top was suddenly around her collarbone and his mouth—his mouth!—was right on her nipple, suckling her while his tongue tasted the hardness with a subtle caress that made her shiver.Her hands caught in the thick strands of his dark hair and held him to her body while he explored it with his mouth.She’d never imagined that she was capable of so much passion, and so unexpectedly swift.He could do anything to her, andshe didn’t have the willpower to stop him.Even a simple “no” was beyond her now.She wanted more.She wanted his eyes on her, his hands on her.She wanted his body closer.
As if he knew that, both lean hands smoothed up from her waist and onto her soft breasts.His fingers were rough from hard work, but their touch was pure heaven.She caressed his nape, moving rhythmically with each slow brush of his fingers, lost in pleasure.
He lifted his head to look at what he’d uncovered.She was beautiful, not too big or too small.She was just right.He loved the way her body moved when he touched it.He loved knowing how innocent she was.He’d never been with an innocent.Making love to one was a whole new experience, with levels of pleasure he’d never tasted.Her soft little moans excited him as much as those enthusiastic fingers caressing his back.
She felt his eyes and she opened hers, looking up at him.“Am I doing it right?”she whispered breathlessly.
His body tautened even more.“Yes,” he whispered.“Just right.”
He bent and drew his mouth gently over hers with a soft, cherishing pressure.He felt it open under his, felt her arms pulling at him.It wasn’t a good idea to let this go any farther than it already had.While he was thinking it, he was moving slowly between her long legs until his body rested in the fork of hers.He eased down against her, letting her feel the slow burgeoning of his body against her belly.
She caught her breath.
He heard it, and lifted his head.His eyes were smoldering with desire, his body was rigid with it.He was getting little surges of insistent pleasure that ran thelength of his spine.Her hips moved as if they were responding helplessly to the touch of him.She was making him ache like hell.
His hand moved to her hip and bit into the soft flesh, stilling the faint motion of her hips instantly while he rested on the elbow of his other arm.“Meredith,” he said softly.“That will get you seduced.Right now.”
She felt hot all over.Her mind seemed barely under her control.She searched his dark eyes with wonder.Her hands were against his shirt, right on the buttons.She felt him against the lower part of her body, and it felt right.It felt wonderful.She wanted to writhe under him and tempt him into intimacy.
His hand contracted and he gave her a wise, challenging stare as he read the look on her face.“Don’t do it,” he said huskily.“I’m years ahead of you in experience, but I can still lose my head.You don’t want me to do that.Not really.”
She pulled at a stabilizing breath.Her heart was still whacking around at the walls of her chest, as if she’d been running a race.“Are you sure I don’t want you to do that?I mean, if you get pregnant, I’ll marry you,” she said breathlessly, and with deathbed humor.“Honest!”
He looked at her as if he couldn’t believe his ears.The passion drained out of him, replaced by howling amusement.He started laughing.“Damn you, that wasn’t fair!”he accused.
“Well, I like that!You’re laughing, and here I’ve made you a solemn promise,” she persisted, eyes twinkling.
“Hell!”He rolled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed to run a lean hand through his disheveled hair.He glared down at her.“Now you’ve gotfingerprints and lipstick and perfume all over me.The men will laugh themselves sick if I go to work smelling like a flower garden.”
She tugged down her top and gave him an impish grin.“We could rush into my bathroom and shower it off, together,” she offered wickedly.
He laughed again.He’d never laughed as much in his life as he did with her.Was this the way she’d been, before the tragedies of the past year that had marred her life?She’d said she didn’t date much, but how in the world could men ignore a sweet, pretty little woman like that?
“I can’t believe you spend your weekends watching television with your father,” he murmured.
“I don’t.I work.”
He frowned.“On the weekends?”
She sat up, reaching under her blouse to refasten the bra he’d unsnapped.She wondered why she didn’t feel embarrassed.“Seven days a week, for the past six months,” she said honestly.“Before that, six days a week, and I had to rest on Sunday.I usually work ten-hour days, sometimes longer if we have an emergency.”
He didn’t like that.“You don’t have any free time, do you?”
She shook her head.“I’ve been dedicated to the job since I got out of college.”
“And no men,” he murmured with a speculative glance.
She grimaced.“Well, there was one I liked very much.We went out together for four months, and I was very nearly in love with him.But he never touched me.I thought he was building up to it, or something.”She sighed.“Then I saw him, with another man.”Sheshrugged.“He thought of me as a friend.I thought of him as a boyfriend.I sort of lost confidence in myself after that.”
“It happens, in the modern world,” he replied quietly.
