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you?"
"Yeah. You?"
"I love 'em. Nothin' sexier than a woman's ass cheeks." The rough pad of his tongue slipped from her knee, up her thigh only to stop on the elastic edge of the small swatch of pink. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a sexy grin spread across his face. His warm, moist breath skipped over her skin as his nose brushed against her abdomen. His tongue flicked the dangling belly button ring at her navel. "Love these too."
He played for several moments at her belly button, before continuing his journey up until he reached her nipple. The nub ached for the touch of his mouth. One quick swipe at the tip and she thought she'd lose it. "Don't tease, please."
The soft hum against her flesh sent her desire spiraling out of control. He pulled her nipple between his lips and sucked hard.
An annoying jingle of a cell phone, cut through the whimpers and moans of their passion. Jacie didn't recognize the ring tone.
"Damn," Tucker swore, sitting upright to reach for his pants.
"Ignore it," she said, smoothing her palm down his back.
"I wish I could. It's the main phone at my ranch." The phone appeared in his hand as he tossed the pants to the floor. "If they are calling, it's trouble." He flipped the top open and said, "Hello?"
The loss of his body heat and scrape of his hair-roughened skin over hers, brought reality back into sharp contrast.
What the hell am I doing? She rolled off the other side of the bed, grabbed her clothes from the floor without glancing at Tucker and disappeared into the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror showed a young, fairly attractive woman in her opinion. Her hazel eyes were bright with sexual arousal, her lips looked more rosy and puffy from his kisses. Her skin had whisker burn from his cheeks. Over all, she looked like a woman who should be in there riding that cowboy’s hips like a bucking bronc, but she wasn't. She stood in the bathroom in front of the sink in a cheap motel, second-guessing having sex with one hot cowboy.
Tucker's voice came through the wooden panel as he knocked softly. "Jacie?"
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but I think you should go."
Uncomfortable silence met her ear for several moments as she wondered what thoughts might be running through his mind. Would he go? What did he think of her since she was pulling the plug on their sexcapades?
"If you want me to."
"I think it’s best."
"All right. I'll go to the shop and find out about the tires."
She didn't hear anything for long minutes, until the door slamming shut echoed in the now silent room.
* * * *
After a long, hot shower, she felt better—more in control. Resolved to keep the relationship with Tucker strictly business, she pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt, stomped her feet into her boots and pulled open the door of her room only to come face to face with the object of her deepest fantasies of late.
"Oh, hi," Tucker said, dropping his hand back to his side.
"Hi. Did you find out anything?" she asked, keeping their conversation on something other than what happened earlier.
"Yeah, the truck is already done."
"What? Are you serious?" She gasped, rushing by him to see for herself.
"Yeah," he replied, coming up beside her. "When I came out here, the truck was gone so I walked on over to his shop. He had it inside already and two of the four tires were already replaced."
"I'm going to kill him," she growled, stomping toward Kyle's shop until Tucker grabbed her arm.
"Wait."
"Wait what? The asshole had a set of tires the whole time! This whole thing between you and I only took a couple of hours. He had to have started them when he hightailed it away from the arena." Her breath came out in rasping pants. The anger rushing through her scared her. She wanted to drop Kyle to his knees more than anything on earth, but the hold Tucker had on her arm, prevented her.
"It doesn't make any difference. We've got the tires. We can leave, right now if we want to."
"I hate lying,
"Yeah. You?"
"I love 'em. Nothin' sexier than a woman's ass cheeks." The rough pad of his tongue slipped from her knee, up her thigh only to stop on the elastic edge of the small swatch of pink. Her breath hitched in her throat, and a sexy grin spread across his face. His warm, moist breath skipped over her skin as his nose brushed against her abdomen. His tongue flicked the dangling belly button ring at her navel. "Love these too."
He played for several moments at her belly button, before continuing his journey up until he reached her nipple. The nub ached for the touch of his mouth. One quick swipe at the tip and she thought she'd lose it. "Don't tease, please."
The soft hum against her flesh sent her desire spiraling out of control. He pulled her nipple between his lips and sucked hard.
An annoying jingle of a cell phone, cut through the whimpers and moans of their passion. Jacie didn't recognize the ring tone.
"Damn," Tucker swore, sitting upright to reach for his pants.
"Ignore it," she said, smoothing her palm down his back.
"I wish I could. It's the main phone at my ranch." The phone appeared in his hand as he tossed the pants to the floor. "If they are calling, it's trouble." He flipped the top open and said, "Hello?"
The loss of his body heat and scrape of his hair-roughened skin over hers, brought reality back into sharp contrast.
What the hell am I doing? She rolled off the other side of the bed, grabbed her clothes from the floor without glancing at Tucker and disappeared into the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror showed a young, fairly attractive woman in her opinion. Her hazel eyes were bright with sexual arousal, her lips looked more rosy and puffy from his kisses. Her skin had whisker burn from his cheeks. Over all, she looked like a woman who should be in there riding that cowboy’s hips like a bucking bronc, but she wasn't. She stood in the bathroom in front of the sink in a cheap motel, second-guessing having sex with one hot cowboy.
Tucker's voice came through the wooden panel as he knocked softly. "Jacie?"
"Yeah."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, but I think you should go."
Uncomfortable silence met her ear for several moments as she wondered what thoughts might be running through his mind. Would he go? What did he think of her since she was pulling the plug on their sexcapades?
"If you want me to."
"I think it’s best."
"All right. I'll go to the shop and find out about the tires."
She didn't hear anything for long minutes, until the door slamming shut echoed in the now silent room.
* * * *
After a long, hot shower, she felt better—more in control. Resolved to keep the relationship with Tucker strictly business, she pulled on her jeans and a T-shirt, stomped her feet into her boots and pulled open the door of her room only to come face to face with the object of her deepest fantasies of late.
"Oh, hi," Tucker said, dropping his hand back to his side.
"Hi. Did you find out anything?" she asked, keeping their conversation on something other than what happened earlier.
"Yeah, the truck is already done."
"What? Are you serious?" She gasped, rushing by him to see for herself.
"Yeah," he replied, coming up beside her. "When I came out here, the truck was gone so I walked on over to his shop. He had it inside already and two of the four tires were already replaced."
"I'm going to kill him," she growled, stomping toward Kyle's shop until Tucker grabbed her arm.
"Wait."
"Wait what? The asshole had a set of tires the whole time! This whole thing between you and I only took a couple of hours. He had to have started them when he hightailed it away from the arena." Her breath came out in rasping pants. The anger rushing through her scared her. She wanted to drop Kyle to his knees more than anything on earth, but the hold Tucker had on her arm, prevented her.
"It doesn't make any difference. We've got the tires. We can leave, right now if we want to."
"I hate lying,
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