Pressure Rising (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page A

of her head and gave it one fast tug.
    “Yeowl!” His butt tightened.
    “I did it as quickly as I could.” She stifled a laugh. The wound was red, but it was healing nicely. “Looks good.” Realizing what she’d said, she cleared her throat. “I’m talking about the stiches…the wound is nice…the area around it is nice too…I mean…no sign of infection.”
    She’d just slaughtered any chance of handling this like an uninterested, grown woman.
     
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    DJ wanted to laugh at her stuttering, but hell if he could. If he spoke a word or made a move he’d probably divulge that his cock was thick and suffocated by the cushion.
    A throb took up residence in his balls. He wanted to adjust himself, but to do that, he’d have to shift and slide his jeans lower on his legs. He wouldn’t have minded, but poor Pearl might pass out. Her breathing was already labored…and he couldn’t deny he found it refreshing.
    He closed his eyes and a vision of her nipples, puffy and hard through her wet shirt, was etched on the back of his lids. She didn’t have big tits, but she had nice ones. They were firm and her nipples were large—he could suck on them all day.
    What she wore now didn’t assuage his aching cock one bit. He’d gotten a good look. The crème colored sundress molded her breasts, hugged her slender waist and, although it flared around her hips, he could still see that they were fuller and perfectly round—he could get a good grip with his fingers.
    He guessed he did notice her body every time he saw her…but not close up and personal like this. She didn’t have all of these curves back when she was a teenager. Hell, he was a scrawny boy back in the day.
    His cock grew longer and he couldn’t prevent it. Thankfully, he could wedge the growth between the cushions for some relief. He opened his eyes. In his peripheral he could see her flushed cheeks and the plump set of her bottom lip as she concentrated on her task.
    He imagined a turtle could have accomplished the task quicker, but he wouldn’t complain. Her fingers on his skin did wonderful things to the areas of his body that were screaming for release.
    This was going to be one hell of a week if he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and his attention off Pearl.
    Through the blank TV screen, he caught her reflection. She was nibbling on her bottom lip now. Sweat beaded his brow and heat crawled down his spine. She was into this and he reciprocated the feeling. He drank in her lovely features. The slight upturn of her nose, delicate cheekbones, and the curve of her jaw—she was beautiful. He wondered if the pale pink color of her lips matched the tone of her nipples. Since he’d seen them through the material of her clothes, he had gotten curious—or obsessed. It could go either way.
    Visions of her lying in his bed naked and her pussy soaking wet, made his heart thump against his ribcage.
    He’d thought about her all night. He should have known better than to give her his room, but oddly, when he’d thought about sticking her in one of his brothers’ rooms, he’d gotten all tense. Not quite jealousy, but something he didn’t want to examine closer.
    Her mouth opened slightly. Damn, he wanted to kiss her just to see if she tasted as good as she smelled.
    Being that he was a red-blooded man, and against his better judgment, he also wouldn’t mind doing naughtier things. With a mouth as pretty as hers, he could only guess how good it’d feel on all of those places of his body that ached for a pair of nice lips—but not just any mouth would do.
    His cock pulsed and he shifted, otherwise he’d have the impression of the zipper forever on the underside of his shaft.
    “Pearl.” Her name fell from his lips before he could stop it.
    Her head came up. “Did I hurt you?”
    Yes, in more ways than you can imagine .
    He cleared his throat. Talk always made a man’s dick flaccid—yes, he should talk. “Why were you named that?” If this didn’t