the waning evening light. “Keep going, sugar.”
“What—” Trace swallowed, her throat incredibly dry. “Ah, what are you doing here, Jess? How did you find me?”
“Later.” He reached out his hand and ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing more warmth to spread throughout her—but this time it was from arousal. “Right now you’re gonna make yourself come.”
Trace sucked in her breath. “You want me to…in front of you?”
“Oh, yeah.” His sensual smile and the way he was touching her almost made her climax on the spot. “I want you to finger yourself while I watch. But first you’re going to move up a little higher to give me a better view.”
Face burning, she shook her head, pulling away from his touch. “I—I can’t, um, do it in front of you.”
“You can.” Jess caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. “And you will.”
Trace trembled, yet managed to ask, “And if I don’t?”
His eyes glittered with dark sensuality. “I’ll pull you out of that hot tub, lay you across my knee and spank your sexy ass.”
Oh. My. God.
At the visualization of him doing just that, Trace’s eyes widened, her pussy aching with a wild urgency. The need to have Jess inside her, and to have him now, exploded through her like a storm .
But she couldn’t have sex with this man, this cowboy—although for the life of her, she wasn’t able to remember why not.
His fingers slid in a slow and sensuous movement from her chin, along her jaw line. “Now what’ll it be?”
She was almost tempted to let him spank her—the thought was strangely erotic.
Trembling with nervousness and desire, Trace eased up until she was sitting on the redwood decking, her feet still in the frothing waters of the hot tub. Her nipples chilled as hard as gold nuggets, and goose bumps roughened her flesh. She quickly warmed from the heaters at her back, but it was mostly Jess’s touch that set her on fire as his fingertips skated from her lips and down her neck to the hollow of her throat where he lightly caressed the soft skin.
The night smelled of desert air and of Jess’s masculine scent and his spicy aftershave, and her senses whirled. Her blood thrummed even harder in her veins, the sound loud enough to nearly drown out the pulsing of the hot tub.
She held her breath as he moved his hand along her collarbone, and over the gentle rise of her breast. “Spread your legs,” he said in that drawl that made her clit throb.
Trace widened her thighs, her feet dangling in the churning waters, while keeping her gaze focused on Jess. It was as if she had no choice but to do as he commanded. No will of her own. Or was it that his will was the same as hers…what she really wanted.
“Sweet.” Jess settled on one knee as he cupped her breast with his large hand, his powerful t-shirt-clad chest brushing against her arm. “Touch your clit.”
Shivers raced through her as she braced herself with one palm behind her on the decking, and slipped the fingers of her other hand through the soft curls of her mound and into the slick heat of her wet folds.
“Yeah, that’s it.” His voice rumbled as he caressed her nipple with his thumb.
She trembled, so close to coming. Just a little more—
“Stop.” At his command her fingers came to a halt and she wanted to scream. “You’re not gonna come just yet.” He moved his hand to her other breast. “Slide two fingers into your pussy and hold them there.”
Oh, God, this man was going to kill her.
Trace’s whole body vibrated as she obeyed and pressed her knuckles against her folds. The feelings were so intense it was as if Jess’s fingers were inside her.
With his free hand, he took off his Stetson and tossed it onto a deck chair. “Thrust out your chest so that I can get a real good look at your breasts.”
Two fingers still deep inside herself, Trace arched her back. Her nipples had hardened to such sensitive nubs that the lightest brush of his
“What—” Trace swallowed, her throat incredibly dry. “Ah, what are you doing here, Jess? How did you find me?”
“Later.” He reached out his hand and ran his thumb along her lower lip, causing more warmth to spread throughout her—but this time it was from arousal. “Right now you’re gonna make yourself come.”
Trace sucked in her breath. “You want me to…in front of you?”
“Oh, yeah.” His sensual smile and the way he was touching her almost made her climax on the spot. “I want you to finger yourself while I watch. But first you’re going to move up a little higher to give me a better view.”
Face burning, she shook her head, pulling away from his touch. “I—I can’t, um, do it in front of you.”
“You can.” Jess caught her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. “And you will.”
Trace trembled, yet managed to ask, “And if I don’t?”
His eyes glittered with dark sensuality. “I’ll pull you out of that hot tub, lay you across my knee and spank your sexy ass.”
Oh. My. God.
At the visualization of him doing just that, Trace’s eyes widened, her pussy aching with a wild urgency. The need to have Jess inside her, and to have him now, exploded through her like a storm .
But she couldn’t have sex with this man, this cowboy—although for the life of her, she wasn’t able to remember why not.
His fingers slid in a slow and sensuous movement from her chin, along her jaw line. “Now what’ll it be?”
She was almost tempted to let him spank her—the thought was strangely erotic.
Trembling with nervousness and desire, Trace eased up until she was sitting on the redwood decking, her feet still in the frothing waters of the hot tub. Her nipples chilled as hard as gold nuggets, and goose bumps roughened her flesh. She quickly warmed from the heaters at her back, but it was mostly Jess’s touch that set her on fire as his fingertips skated from her lips and down her neck to the hollow of her throat where he lightly caressed the soft skin.
The night smelled of desert air and of Jess’s masculine scent and his spicy aftershave, and her senses whirled. Her blood thrummed even harder in her veins, the sound loud enough to nearly drown out the pulsing of the hot tub.
She held her breath as he moved his hand along her collarbone, and over the gentle rise of her breast. “Spread your legs,” he said in that drawl that made her clit throb.
Trace widened her thighs, her feet dangling in the churning waters, while keeping her gaze focused on Jess. It was as if she had no choice but to do as he commanded. No will of her own. Or was it that his will was the same as hers…what she really wanted.
“Sweet.” Jess settled on one knee as he cupped her breast with his large hand, his powerful t-shirt-clad chest brushing against her arm. “Touch your clit.”
Shivers raced through her as she braced herself with one palm behind her on the decking, and slipped the fingers of her other hand through the soft curls of her mound and into the slick heat of her wet folds.
“Yeah, that’s it.” His voice rumbled as he caressed her nipple with his thumb.
She trembled, so close to coming. Just a little more—
“Stop.” At his command her fingers came to a halt and she wanted to scream. “You’re not gonna come just yet.” He moved his hand to her other breast. “Slide two fingers into your pussy and hold them there.”
Oh, God, this man was going to kill her.
Trace’s whole body vibrated as she obeyed and pressed her knuckles against her folds. The feelings were so intense it was as if Jess’s fingers were inside her.
With his free hand, he took off his Stetson and tossed it onto a deck chair. “Thrust out your chest so that I can get a real good look at your breasts.”
Two fingers still deep inside herself, Trace arched her back. Her nipples had hardened to such sensitive nubs that the lightest brush of his
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