Lone Star Burn: Taken by Surprise (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Desiree Holt Page A

with Jack and see if she still had a chance with him. If he could get past the way she’d walked away from him.
    She plucked a tissue from the box on her nightstand and wiped her wet cheeks. Her tea had cooled, so she took it back to the kitchen, dumped it, and rinsed the mug. Despite the early hour, the emotions running through her exhausted her. Clutching the letter, she lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and conjured up an image of Jack, the last time they’d been together before she walked away.
    “You are so beautiful.” His voice was deep and gravelly, thick with hunger.
    The timbre of it vibrated through her, making every secret place quiver with anticipation. She was naked, spread out on his bed, his fingers manacling her wrists as he danced kisses along the line of her jaw and down the side of her neck. He drew a trail with the tip of his tongue to the hollow of her throat, sucking lightly at the delicate tissue, beneath which her pulse beat so wildly.
    She wanted to touch him, run her hands over his hard, masculine body, but he shook his head.
    “My treat, darlin’. This is all for you. Just relax and enjoy it.”
    He strung a line of kisses lightly along her collarbone then down the valley between her breasts. His mouth was hot and urgent on her body. When he closed his lips over one hard, beaded nipple, she felt a shaft of heat directly to her damp pussy. Her inner muscles tightened in response, demanding to feel him inside her.
    She moaned and tried to lift her body to him in silent pleas.
    He just laughed, her nipple still deep in his mouth, the rumble of his laughter vibrating through her. He suckled and nipped until her nipple was so sensitive it was almost beyond bearing. He paid the same homage to the other nipple, pulling at it with his lips and grazing his teeth on the sensitive nub.
    The more he worked her with his mouth, the more her pulse accelerated. His lips were hot, scorching her every place they touched as if he were branding her skin. With one last flick of his tongue over each taut bud, he turned his attention to the soft curve of her tummy and the furled flesh around her navel. He lay between her thighs, trapping them wide open, pressing against the soft curls of her pussy as she tried to rub her mound against him in silent plea.
    “I’m getting there,” he teased. “Don‘t rush me. I’m enjoying myself.
    As he moved down her body, he pulled her hands with him, fingers still wrapped around her wrists. Licks of his tongue followed kisses down to her mound, to her pussy so eager for his fingers, his mouth, his cock. He knew just how hot she was, how turned on, and moved with deliberate slowness. He used his teeth to tug at her soft pubic curls, his broad shoulders pressing her thighs even farther apart.
    “Touch yourself,” he ordered in a low voice, placing one of her hands directly over her slit. “Slip your fingers in there and touch your sweet little clit.”
    He had let her know early on in their intimacy how hot it made him to see her stroke herself, arouse herself, while he tended to her with his own fingers and his mouth. As she slipped one finger between her moist lips, he spread those lips apart like peeling back the petals of a flower, his eyes fixed on what she was doing as he traced her inner flesh with his tongue. The harder she rubbed, the more he stroked with his tongue and the tighter the coil of need wound inside her.
    “Please,” she begged. She needed to feel some part of him inside her.
    “Please what?”
    “Please be inside me.”
    “My mouth?” He gave that hot, gravelly laugh again. “My fingers? What? Tell me what you want.”
    He loved to make her talk dirty. She’d really gotten into it, too. For the first time ever, she was with a man who did not make her feel self-conscious about her sexuality or her needs.
    “I want….” She rubbed herself harder. “I want….”
    “Say it, Jessie, and you can have it. Anything you want.”
    “I