He knew she was teasing him, wanting him to lose control, and with a grin, he slid his hand from her jaw into her silky tresses. “I was thinking I’m ready to collect.”

He felt her soft sigh seconds before his mouth settled over hers, his other hand molding her hip, pressing her against him as he swept her mouth with slow strokes. He could feel her urgency, her need to speed things along, but as much as he wanted her, he wanted to make it good. To have her coming back for more.

Untangling his hand from her hair, he cupped her ass with both hands and lifted her against him. Without having to be told, she wrapped her legs around him, and he couldn’t wait to strip off her jeans and feel the satin of her thighs cradling him.

He walked her back toward the pool table and set her down gently, his hands grabbing the bottom of her cotton top. Without preamble, he pulled it over her head and tossed it aside, his gaze devouring her breasts as they spilled over the lacy black cups of her bra. Her eyes locked on his as he smoothed his hands over them, squeezing until her lashes fluttered, her light moan urging him on. He released her long enough to slip his hands behind her back and unhook the clasp of her bra, his mouth dipping to blaze a trail of kisses from her earlobe to her collarbone. After sliding the bra straps down her arms, he dropped it to the ground and leaned her back against his arm so he could watch her as he stroked her nipples until they were hard peaks.

“The first time you opened that door and I saw you, I thought how beautiful you were.” He pinched her nipple lightly and whispered, “And then I caught a glimpse of your tattoo and wondered what else you might be hiding.”

He picked up her arm, where the vines intertwined up her wrist and forearm, kissing his way along the ink. “This is what I saw that day, and it has haunted my dreams.”

“You said I was rude and had a sassy mouth.”

He smiled against her skin and nipped her at the crook of her arm. “That’s true, but that mouth has grown on me.”

She laughed softly, and he wrapped his hands around her waist, lifting her. “Come up on your knees.”

“Just what every girl wants to hear.” Still she obeyed him.

He shrugged out of his shirt and ignored the painful pressure in his jeans as his cock stretched against the denim. “Believe me, you’re going to enjoy yourself.”

Before she could open her mouth to talk back, he pulled her forward and lifted her right breast as he dipped his mouth to taste her. He circled the tight nipple with his tongue, sucking it until her hands were squeezing the back of his neck, pressing him into her. He pulled away to give her left breast the same attention, his right hand slipping into the front of her jeans, working at the button and zipper until they were open. He pressed his hand down below her panties until his index finger touched her wet folds.

She wiggled against him, and he released her breasts, taking in her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing. All his good intentions to take things slow went out the window as she sat back on the pool table, kicking off her shoes. “If you don’t get those jeans off and strap on a condom, I am going to kill you.”

Chuckling, he unbuckled his belt and countered, “That seems a mite counterproductive, wouldn’t you say, darlin’?”

Her answer was to jerk her pants down around her thighs, and he paused to watch her struggle on the table, her breasts jiggling with every movement.

Grabbing a condom from his pocket, he put it in his mouth and kicked off his boots. Making quick work of the rest of his clothing, he wasn’t surprised that she was naked and reaching for him before he was ready.

“Come here.”

He stepped into her as she came up on her knees, wrapped her arms around him, and threw him off balance. Before he knew what was happening, she was pushing him back on the pool table and straddling his lap. The heat of her core was so close, it made his cock jerk, and he wanted to run the length of his head up her slit. He slid his hand out, looking for the condom, and came up with nothing. Where did that fucker go?

“I got it.” She ripped the package with her teeth and pulling the round latex out. Slowly, she rolled it over him, and as her hand squeezed and stroked him, he could feel the pressure building inside.

Scooting back, he pulled her with him, wrapping his arm around her like a vise. Circling his other hand at the base of his erection, he positioned himself at her entrance.

When he had her right where he wanted her, he grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled her down, watching her eyes close and her head tip back. Her hips rocked against him as she slid onto him, seating him fully, and with one arm around her bo

dy and the other in her hair, he pushed up.

“Ride me, darlin’,” he said.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and swirled her hips. “Are you gonna ask me nicely?”

He pulled her hair lightly and placed his mouth right next to her ear. “No.”

Her answer was to slide her hand down and pinch him hard on his ass cheek.

“Ouch, woman that hur—ouch, damn it, Jessie—”

She bit the lobe of his ear lightly and whispered, “You can call me darlin’, but if you call me woman ever again—”

He took her hips and moved her over him quickly, turning her threat into a gasp. Dipping his head to take her breast into his mouth, he moved her hips with his hands, dragging her clit back and forth across the base of his shaft, pressing her down on him over and over again while he continued to surge up. He knew she was getting close by the squeeze of her muscles and the sound of her cries. But when she finally let go, it was a beautiful sight to see. She trembled in his arms and fell forward, her cheek resting on his shoulder.

He didn’t give her a chance to relax, though, and he lifted her off him slowly, only to bring her back down hard and fast. Each motion brought him closer and closer, and when he started to lose his rhythm, he came with his mouth buried in her neck, gulping air like he couldn’t get enough, and felt her feathery light kisses along his shoulder.