Page 59 of Mountain Rescue
She laughed because by God, he was funny. And based on the amusement in his eyes, he knew it. “We already know you’re a hot cowboy.”
“Ah. You’re feeling all hot and bothered then. Good to know.” He trailed a finger down her stomach. “Let me see you, Rachel. All of you,” he said, throwing her words back at her.
“I’ve never done this before.”
He stilled. “You’re a virgin?”
“No! I meant that I’ve never stripteased for a man.” She laughed when he let out a relieved breath. “Scared you, huh?”
“I’d say. Do you want me to take over?”
She shook her head. “No, I want to do this for you.” Even though she was feeling shy about doing it, she really did want to. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Next came her bra, and she was glad she’d worn one that clipped in the front. She unhooked it but held the two sides together.
His gaze was hot and heavy and focused on her breasts. She loved that she could put that heated look in his eyes. He fisted his hands in the quilt. Did he do that to keep from touching her? She thought so—that she was testing his willpower—and that gave her the confidence to continue. She slid the straps of her bra down her arms and dropped it to the floor.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “So beautiful that I have to have a taste.” He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around a nipple, then lightly nipped it with his teeth.
“Ohhhh.” The sensation was so intense that her knees threatened to buckle, and she put her hands on his shoulders to keep from crumbling to the floor in a quivering mass. She felt his smile against her skin, then he moved to the other breast.
While his sinful mouth was busy pleasuring her breasts, he unsnapped her jeans, lowered the zipper, and pushed them down her legs. She kicked them to the side. He cupped her sex over her panties, then slowly toyed with her clit with his thumb.
“Oh, my.” She pushed against his hand, needing more. He chuckled as he increased the pressure while his fingers stroked her over her panties. “Dallas,” she whimpered as something that felt like an electrical charge pulsed through her body. “Please.”
“Let it happen, sugar.” He flicked a finger over her clit again and again. “I’ve got you.”
Hot waves of pleasure coursed through her, wave after wave after wave. She lost the ability to stand, and as she headed for the floor, he caught her, and settled her on his leg. She buried her face against his neck as she tried to get control of her breathing.
“That was amazing,” she said between gulps for air. He’d quite literally ruined her boyfriend criteria. She’d liked sex, but it had always been something she could take or leave. Now though...now Dallas had shown her what was possible, he’d changed the yardstick of what she wanted from a man.
And she hadn’t even taken her panties off.
“Want to tell me why you’re laughing?” he said.
“Nope.” She lifted her head so she could see him and grinned a very happy grin. “But feel free to carry on.”
Amusement lit his eyes, then he glanced over at the nightstand. “We only have one condom until we can buy more.” His gaze returned to hers...no, his eyes snared hers. That was the only way to describe how he was looking at her. “That means that we’re going to have to get creative later, but for now, this very second, I need to be inside you. Are you okay with that?”
She was. She so was. When she realized he was waiting for an answer, she nodded like a deranged bobblehead, getting another chuckle from him. He lifted her to her feet, removed her panties, then took off his boxer briefs. She thought they would stretch out on the bed, but he sat back down.
He patted his leg. “Back on my lap.” When she sat on his leg like she’d done earlier, he said, “No, straddle me.”
“Well, duh. I guess that would work better.” She really liked it when he laughed.
“I’m pretty sure it will.” He reached over and grabbed the condom, and when he was covered, she settled on his lap and wrapped her legs around his back.
“I’ve never done it this way.” Come to think of it, her sex life had been pretty vanilla. She was sure Dallas would be able to show her all she was missing.
“No? I’m going to have fun showing you what you’ve been missing.”
“Wow, you just read my mind.” She really liked that he was playful and that she felt comfortable admitting her lack of experience.
He put his hands on her hips and lifted her. “Slide down on me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Dallas slid his eyes closed as Rachel eased down on him. Not that long ago, he’d curled up in the corner of a cell not much bigger than him and scrolled through a mental list of the things he missed. At the top was food and a pain-free day, but up there with those was the touch of a woman. Of her soft skin, her smell, of the pleasure of wrapping his body around hers and sinking deep inside her.
He’d thought—sitting in that corner, hungry and his wounds throbbing—that more than anything, he wished he could have one more intimate time with a woman before they killed him, or he did the job for them.
