Page 36 of Texas Daze (Texas Montgomery Mavericks)

His fingers stroked her clit. His thumb pushed it. He found her mouth and thrust his tongue, his fingers dragged at herorgasm.

And then she exploded, thrusting her sex into his hand and his fingers, pulling her mouth away, releasing a loud, low groan rising from her depths. She slammed her eyes shut against the flood of feelingswampingher.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said. “Look at me.” When she didn’t, or couldn’t response fast enough, he demanded. “Lookatme.”

She tugged her heavy eyelids up and met his dark,chocolateeyes.

“Good God,” she said, embarrassed by how easily he’d brought her to orgasm. She hid her face in hisshoulder.

He pulled his hands from her pants and cupped her rear. “You know how to make a guy feelwanted.”

“I’m so sorry. I neverdothat.”

“Don’t be sorry. Anything but sorry.” He put two fingers under her chin and lifted her face until they were eye to eye. “That’s the sexiest thing that’s happened to me in alongtime.”

She lowered her eyes, sure her face was flaming. “Still…kind of rude, you know? Come over, grab a glass of wine, then hump my way to anorgasm.”

He threw back his head with laughter and hugged her. “Need acigarette?”

She shook her head. “I think I need more of this.” She took his mouth in a kiss that she hoped conveyed what she really wanted. After a minute, he slid from under her, took her hand and led her to hisbedroom.

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Eli lovedthe feel of Marti’s hand in his. It was strong and soft simultaneously, just like the woman herself…a woman he desired with the heat of a thousand suns. Strong. Confident. A woman who knew what shewanted.

God he hoped she wanted him as much as hewantedher.

Of course this wasn’t his first time for sex since his wife died. He’d had sex in the three months he’d lived in Texas, but he’d followed Hank’s advice and avoided women living in Whispering Springs. He knew, and he made sure every women he went to bed with, knew he would only be here ashorttime.

And he’d never brought a woman to his house. That was an absolute rule. Nowomen.

Untiltonight.

When she’d walked into the bar, he’d wanted to immediately tag her as his. He didn’t want other men thinking she was available, and even he realized that was an insane thought. There was just something about her that called to him. Something that tugged deep inside him. The crazy thing was she was nothing like every other woman he’d everydated.

Typically, he was drawn to quiet, petite women. Usually blondes too. Oh, andblueeyes.

And yet, it was a tall, strong, muscular cowgirl with brown hair and green eyes who’d stormed into his life with her rattlesnakes and baby animals that made him feel once more. He’d believed he’d let himself feel, had learned to sense his emotions again after Gina’sdeath.

He’d been wrong. Deadwrong.

“Oh, Eli. This is gorgeous,” she said, looking around his bedroom. She ran her hand down one of the tall, cherry wood posts of his bed. “I’ve always had a thing formassivebeds.

“Oh yeah? I’ve always had thoughts about what could be done with those bedposts.”

“Actually,” she said, looking at him through her lashes. “I have a thing for anythingmassive.”

He swallowed his chuckle, but found it hard to fight the corners of his mouth that wanted to curl up. “Nothing like a little pressure onaguy.”

She smiled. “Oh, you have nothing to worry about in that matter.” She released his hand and climbed into the middle of his bed. “Show me yours and I’ll showyoumine.”

She’d unfastened his slacks in the living room and they’d barely made the ride on his hips from there to the bedroom. A kick of his shoes, a light push and the material fell down his legs and onto the floor, leaving him dressed in boxers, socks and his oxford shirt. Reaching over his shoulder, he pulled the cotton shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. Who cared if he popped buttons off? There were moreshirts.

Marti crawled to the edge of the bed. “Stop.Comehere.”

He walked to the edged of bed and stood. As she studied him and ran her fingers along his pectoral muscles and down the dark hair of his abdomen, he was glad he still worked out. He was a long way from how he looked in college when looking good took priority. His body might have aged, but he sure knew more about how to please a woman now than hehadthen.

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