Texas Fandango: Texas Montgomery Mavericks, Book 3 by Cynthia D’Alba Page A

twitched and quaked. Her mouth opened but no sound came out.
    His eyes were dark, hooded, lust-filled orbs. She licked her lips, causing him to add a third finger and increase the power behind the thrusts as well as the speed.
    Inside her, the pressure was building. Unable to keep her eyes open, she dropped her head back and lowered the lids.
    “No,” he growled. “Don’t shut your eyes.”
    “Can’t help it,” she answered with a whimper. “I’m… I can’t hold on much longer.”
    He pulled his fingers from her before she went over.
    “What?” she cried. “Why did you stop?”
    His smile wasn’t kind or soft or like any she’d ever seen on him. His expression was intense, bold and extremely sexy.
    “Because I’m not ready for you to come. They’re always better when you’ve had to wait.”
    She thought about all the years she’d waited to be with him. If his theory about waiting and the intensity of the orgasm was correct, she might blow a hole in the pool.
    “Come here,” he said, tugging her toward the steps. “Climb up and sit on the edge.”
    By now, she was more than hot and bothered. She was vibrating, dying to relieve the pressure inside. And she would probably have done anything he asked to get her relief.
    She climbed out and sat on the pool border as he requested with her back toward the beach. Her legs dangled in the water. Nervous energy rippled through her. She swished her feet around in small circles in the water, but the movement did nothing to calm the storm brewing inside.
    The early evening sun was fading fast, but there remained enough heat that a chill wasn’t an issue.
    He swam to where she waited. He stilled her movements by circling her ankles with his fingers and pulling her legs wider. After moving between her thighs, he smoothed his hands up her calves to her knees.
    “Come closer.”
    She scooted her bottom toward him.
    “More. Closer. Put your ass right here,” he said, slapping the pool’s lip.
    She rocked her butt from side-to-side, walking herself forward until her bottom barely cleared the pool rim.
    After running his hands back up her thighs to her sex, he leaned in and laved along the seam. “You want to watch?”
    Her mouth and throat were a dust bowl. Her voice was gone so she just nodded.
    The top of his blond head between her tanned thighs had her sex juices flowing and her toes flexing. She’d had oral sex performed on her before but she’d never watched. She’d never thought about watching, but seeing his head move and dip with each swipe of his tongue was so erotic and unbelievably arousing that she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping aloud at the pleasure.
    She couldn’t take her gaze off him as he wiggled his hands under her ass, lifted and pulled her to his mouth. He darted his thick tongue out and licked her cleft. The rasp of his tongue on her made her gasp. She grabbed the rim of the pool, her fingers clutching until the knuckles were white. The sensations of him whirling and dipping and licking overwhelmed her to the point she had to close her eyes.
    Her insides were the molten lava of a volcano. Hot. Roiling. Ready to erupt.
    She loved his touch, his tongue, but damn, she wanted to see him, watch him take her like this, so she forced her eyes back open in time to feel his lips close over the clitoris and suck. That did it. The muscles in her abdomen quaked and spasmed. She bit her bottom lip to keep from groaning too loudly. Shutting her eyes, she fought the oncoming orgasm. She wanted to keep him there, between her legs, using his mouth to suck every drop of moisture from her. But delaying her climax was impossible. His tongue and teeth were too talented. His suction too powerful. Her legs straightened, her knees locked. She came with a hoarse cry and body shakes from head to toe.
    She looked down at him, saw the self-satisfied expression on his face. “Well,” she said, beginning to pull her legs from the water, “I’m ready for