wanted. Her body wanted him right here on the kitchen table. A moan started from deep inside as his hand—when did he get so many of them?—snaked into the unbuttoned top of her jeans, pushing open her zipper so his fingers could tease her. “Jeez...what are you—?”
“I’m givin’ my cowgirl the ride of her life,” Spence said, his breath warming her ear as his fingers explored her.
“Stop talking. I don’t—”
His mouth covered hers as he touched her. Her hands fumbled for the snap on his pants, opening it so she could reach down to cup his muscled, taut butt. She pulled him tight against her, trapping his hand and rocking. His fingers moved a fraction of an inch, and she flew apart. She slumped against him, and Spence whispered, “I’ve got you, cowgirl. I’ll always have you.”
His words startled her, and she pulled away. The rush of cool air brought her back to her senses. Oh, my God. What had she just done? In her kitchen. She stepped back, noticing now that her pants were around her thighs. Spence’s were open and she could see the bulge in his tighty whities. Dear Lord. She needed to get out of here. After racing to the bathroom as she pulled up her jeans, she sat down on the floor and leaned against the small tub, its cool porcelain soothing her hot skin. She’d just used Spence like a sex toy. Where was that in their agreement?
* * *
S PENCE DREW IN deep breaths as he leaned on the table, willing his pulse to stop racing. What had they just done? What they probably shouldn’t have. He sucked in a final deep breath, stood fully and finally noticed his pants were undone. He gingerly zipped up the jeans, telling himself that no man had died from a raging hard-on. The yellow legal pad sat on the table. That was what he should be concentrating on, instead of Olympia’s uninhibited response. He shifted as he was rubbed uncomfortably by his confining Ariats.
He went to the refrigerator for a beer and heard Olympia’s bedroom door close. Good. This would give him a chance to cool down and figure out what would happen next. He gulped at the beer. By the time half the bottle was gone, he had himself under control. He got his laptop so he could answer emails and work on the Texas case he’d been assigned.
But he couldn’t concentrate. Was that a noise from Olympia’s bedroom? Had she gotten worse? He hesitated for a moment, talking himself into believing the sounds had been a figment of his imagination, fueled by the unfinished business in the kitchen. This time he was sure he heard a noise. He hurried down the short, dark hall, stood for two seconds outside her closed door, then knocked and opened it in the same motion.
“What?” Olympia asked as she grasped at a T-shirt to cover herself, which hadn’t stopped him from catching a glimpse of the glowing whiteness of her breasts or the deep, darkness of her nipples. He didn’t stop his forward momentum.
“I heard you.”
“I was... I couldn’t find a shirt that fit right.” Dusky rose stained the lightly tanned skin of her cheeks.
“Oh,” he said lamely. He reached out his hand. He had to feel again the soft weight, the taut response of the nipple, hear the moan as he rubbed—
“Stop—” Olympia choked out. He didn’t stop pushing aside the shirt.
He looked at her face, amazed that his hand had followed his imagination without direction from his brain. “I can’t. I’ve just got to... There.” His hand settled against her breast, the heat of her warming his palm. Olympia took a hesitant step forward.
“Harder,” she whispered leaning into him. “I need... Touch me...harder.”
He pulled her to him, his hands firmly taking her breast and her butt so that she stretched against him in a tight line.
“Kiss me,” Olympia heard herself say in a husky voice that wasn’t hers. She should be embarrassed, but she wanted the sizzling link they’d shared on the table. She wanted all of him this time. His breathing went
“I’m givin’ my cowgirl the ride of her life,” Spence said, his breath warming her ear as his fingers explored her.
“Stop talking. I don’t—”
His mouth covered hers as he touched her. Her hands fumbled for the snap on his pants, opening it so she could reach down to cup his muscled, taut butt. She pulled him tight against her, trapping his hand and rocking. His fingers moved a fraction of an inch, and she flew apart. She slumped against him, and Spence whispered, “I’ve got you, cowgirl. I’ll always have you.”
His words startled her, and she pulled away. The rush of cool air brought her back to her senses. Oh, my God. What had she just done? In her kitchen. She stepped back, noticing now that her pants were around her thighs. Spence’s were open and she could see the bulge in his tighty whities. Dear Lord. She needed to get out of here. After racing to the bathroom as she pulled up her jeans, she sat down on the floor and leaned against the small tub, its cool porcelain soothing her hot skin. She’d just used Spence like a sex toy. Where was that in their agreement?
* * *
S PENCE DREW IN deep breaths as he leaned on the table, willing his pulse to stop racing. What had they just done? What they probably shouldn’t have. He sucked in a final deep breath, stood fully and finally noticed his pants were undone. He gingerly zipped up the jeans, telling himself that no man had died from a raging hard-on. The yellow legal pad sat on the table. That was what he should be concentrating on, instead of Olympia’s uninhibited response. He shifted as he was rubbed uncomfortably by his confining Ariats.
He went to the refrigerator for a beer and heard Olympia’s bedroom door close. Good. This would give him a chance to cool down and figure out what would happen next. He gulped at the beer. By the time half the bottle was gone, he had himself under control. He got his laptop so he could answer emails and work on the Texas case he’d been assigned.
But he couldn’t concentrate. Was that a noise from Olympia’s bedroom? Had she gotten worse? He hesitated for a moment, talking himself into believing the sounds had been a figment of his imagination, fueled by the unfinished business in the kitchen. This time he was sure he heard a noise. He hurried down the short, dark hall, stood for two seconds outside her closed door, then knocked and opened it in the same motion.
“What?” Olympia asked as she grasped at a T-shirt to cover herself, which hadn’t stopped him from catching a glimpse of the glowing whiteness of her breasts or the deep, darkness of her nipples. He didn’t stop his forward momentum.
“I heard you.”
“I was... I couldn’t find a shirt that fit right.” Dusky rose stained the lightly tanned skin of her cheeks.
“Oh,” he said lamely. He reached out his hand. He had to feel again the soft weight, the taut response of the nipple, hear the moan as he rubbed—
“Stop—” Olympia choked out. He didn’t stop pushing aside the shirt.
He looked at her face, amazed that his hand had followed his imagination without direction from his brain. “I can’t. I’ve just got to... There.” His hand settled against her breast, the heat of her warming his palm. Olympia took a hesitant step forward.
“Harder,” she whispered leaning into him. “I need... Touch me...harder.”
He pulled her to him, his hands firmly taking her breast and her butt so that she stretched against him in a tight line.
“Kiss me,” Olympia heard herself say in a husky voice that wasn’t hers. She should be embarrassed, but she wanted the sizzling link they’d shared on the table. She wanted all of him this time. His breathing went
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