Justice Reborn (Cowboy Justice Association Book 8) (18 page)

She didn’t think she needed to finish the sentence. He already knew she’d had lousy luck in love in the past. Funny, she had a feeling things might be looking up in that department.

“We can take this as slow as we need to. I’m not going anywhere.”

Leaning down, he captured her lips with his own, nibbling on her bottom lip and sending frissons of pleasure through every vein and pore. She couldn’t remember ever being this affected by a man while still wearing clothes.

“I don’t think slow is going to do it this time. I think I need you now.”

Chapter Nineteen

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teadying his trembling hands, Evan rolled Josie onto her back and he hovered above her, his face buried in the fragrant curve of her neck while his hands were busily sliding under her cotton top to the silky skin begging to be stroked and explored. Her own fingers were testing his resolve by tracing a line on the flesh above the waistband of his boxers, causing his cock to harden even further and jump with each teasing touch of her fingernails.

He sucked in a breath when she scraped those nails over his fabric-covered erection and he bit her earlobe in retaliation, loving the way she shivered in response.

“Naughty girl. If you keep doing that this might be all over before it even starts.”

Her hands slid up his torso to his shoulders, brushing his sensitive flesh on the way. “But I want to play. And touch. Just a little won’t hurt.”

Right now, it was very painful indeed. His balls were already drawn up tight and his cock was throbbing with every beat of his heart. Sinking into her hot, wet center was about all he could think about but there was a small part of his brain still functioning on a non-primitive level that was making sense.

Make this good for her. Then she’ll want to do it again. Don’t be an asshole.

His hands slid up her arms to gently hold her wrists, one on each side of her head. Josie could easily pull away if she wanted to or if she panicked, but hopefully she’d allow herself to be adored and worshipped without interruption. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you just lie back and relax? Let me do the driving. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Her kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile and she gave him a small sigh, her lids half-closed. Grateful for her trust, he didn’t hesitate to begin exploring her with his tongue, lips and teeth, cataloging all the spots that seemed to bring her the greatest pleasure.

Her clothes were in the way. They would have to go.

Sitting back on his haunches, he insinuated his hands under her top and slipped it over her head, Josie cooperating by lifting up slightly. Her bare breasts were magnificent, soft, round, generous, with dusky pink tips, but if he stopped to give them attention he’d be sidetracked for quite a while. Better to stay focused and come back when he could take his time.

He tossed it aside before hooking his thumbs in the top of her sleep shorts and slid them down her tanned legs, taking his time and admiring every lush line and curve he revealed. Josie might not have the athletic slim figure that was so in vogue these days but as far as he was concerned she had something far better.

A body that was luscious, abundant, sumptuous, and very delicious. She reminded him of those pinup girls from World War II like Rita Heyworth or Betty Grable. Everything about her screamed sin and sex and it was all he could do not to fall on her like a starving dog on a juicy steak.

The scrap of lace she called panties followed quickly after and he allowed his gaze to travel head to toe, drinking in the bounty laid out before him. Her legs moved restlessly and her fingers dug into his shoulders slightly as if to get his attention.

“Are you just going to stare or are you maybe going to do something? You got me naked and I figured you had a plan.”

If his arousal-fogged mind had any plan at all it was to kiss every single inch of flesh he had exposed.

That seemed like a good place to start. He could decide what step two was while he was executing step one.

His tongue slid over the curve of her breast to circle a hardened peak and he delighted in her indrawn breath and moan of pleasure. Drawing it into his mouth, he scraped his teeth along the sides and her nails cut into the skin of his back as her legs fell naturally open as if in supplication. He situated himself between them, pushing them farther apart with his knees.

“I want you to scream my name when you come. That’s the plan.”

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As far as plans went, it was a good one.

Josie was completely on board, every part of her. Honey dampened her thighs and a bar of arousal had formed in her belly. Her limbs were heavy and white-hot heat licked at her flesh as his incredibly talented mouth kissed a wet trail down her abdomen, over her mound, and onto her inner thighs. His tongue swirled on the sensitive skin and she hissed in approval when he nipped and licked at the juncture where hip met thigh.

His hands had abandoned her wrists and she found her fingers tangled in his silky dark hair, the short scruff of his beard scraping ticklish spots and sending shivers of pleasure straight to her clit. Licking at her slit, he parted the drenched flesh and ran a callused finger around her swollen button, drawing a tortured moan from her lips. She canted her hips in desperation as his tongue sought out every nook and cranny but the one place she needed him the most.

“Please.”

The word came out raw and barely intelligible but he must have understood because he immediately took pity on her, closing his mouth over the sensitive pearl and sucking softly while his tongue rubbed each side in turn. The wave of pleasure hit her like a barreling freight train and she froze, her spine stiffening and her toes and fingers curled into the sheets. Throwing her head back, Josie called out his name as she trembled and quaked with each crest and surge. Before she could catch her breath, she heard the rustle of foil and the snap of latex.

It was about damn time.

She should have known that making love with Evan Davis wouldn’t be the same as any other lover she’d had in the past. There was no hesitation, no tentative, fumbling touches. Only a sure alpha male between her quivering thighs. Evan hooked one of his arms under each of her knees and pushed them up and apart, spreading her wide open to his hot, avid gaze. Every shred of decency and ladylike behavior must have fled at some point because instead of feeling embarrassed or ashamed she felt aroused at the pleasure he was displaying as he looked her up and down, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. He made her feel like the sexiest, most desired woman on the planet and she could only hope she made him feel the same.

God, she wanted this man. So much. And more.

She didn’t just want this, the physical and carnal incarnation of Evan Davis. She wanted it all. The way he lost patience with bad drivers on the road, and the way he enjoyed a good steak cooked medium rare. How his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down when he tipped his head back to drink down a cold beer after a long, hot day, and how intense his expression could turn when he really gave a damn about something. She wanted the whole package and would gladly take the good with the bad. Heaven knew she wasn’t perfect either.

His cock nudged at her slick entrance and for a moment she tensed up as she got an eyeful of Evan’s impressive equipment. Not only had she not had sex in quite a while but also she’d never had one that big.

This might hurt a bit.

“Easy, honey.” He seemed to sense her trepidation, and his hand softly stroked the side of her face until she relaxed. “We’ll take this as slow as you like. You’re the boss. You tell me what you want.”

“I need you,” she whispered, her heart squeezing in her chest. “Don’t make me wait.”

He didn’t bother to reply, intent on pushing into her even as her body resisted, clamping down on the head of his cock. Instead of becoming frustrated, he bent his head and took an already hard nipple into his mouth, suckling until she could feel it all the way to her clit. She cried out at the intensity of the sensation only to realize he’d used the distraction to enter her another few inches. Sneaky man. He chuckled as he turned his debauched attentions to her other breast, teasing it with his tongue before nipping at it with his teeth.

The breath was knocked from her lungs as he seated himself deeply inside of her, all the way to the hilt. His groin rubbed at her clit with every movement of his hips and she lifted her own to try and get more contact, resulting in Evan beginning a slow but steady rhythm of strokes. He’d pull almost all of the way out and then piston back in, rubbing all sorts of crazy spots inside that sent tingles to her already over-sensitized clit. Her nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders and she sucked oxygen into her starved lungs even as her orgasm began to build, stronger than the first.

His hips snapped and his breathing grew ragged as his thrusts sped up, each one sending her higher into the stratosphere until she was standing on the edge of a cliff, the air around her shimmering with heat. Their bodies were slicked with sweat and she lifted up her head to swipe her tongue against his chest, the skin damp and salty. His groan of approval only served to ramp up her arousal and she heard herself urging him on, begging him to fuck her harder and faster until they both exploded into tiny pieces.

When that explosion finally came, it was as if they were caught in a maelstrom of bliss. Lights blinked behind her lids as waves coursed through her limbs leaving her languorous, sleepy, and euphoric all at the same time.

Evan reached his own peak, his jaw tight and his head thrown back, showing off the muscles and tendons of his neck. Eventually he slumped against her before rolling onto his back and tucking her into his side, his hand petting her hair and stroking her back. Always touching her gently, almost reverently.

She lay in his arms feeling incredibly safe and protected while he pressed kisses to the top of her head and whispered how beautiful she was and how lucky he felt.

She could listen to that all night long.

Except she was exhausted and a series of yawns escaped from her lips although she tried to muffle them with her hand. Evan chuckled and pulled the covers over the both of them as she turned on her side, her head pillowed on his bicep. She liked being the little spoon.

“Sleep, honey.” His voice was soft and his breath warm against her cheek. “Tomorrow is another day. I’m here and I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

Trusting him implicitly, she allowed her heavy lids to flutter closed as she drifted on a cloud. Tonight was about Evan, love, and pleasure. She’d deal with the mess of her life in the light of day.

She didn’t have a choice.

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Once Evan heard Josie’s even breathing, he eased his arm from under her head and slid out of bed, grabbing his boxers and blue jeans that had been strewn on the floor in the midst of their undeniable passion. He quickly tugged them on along with his tennis shoes and headed to the wall behind the door to the bedroom closet, leaving the lights off so as not to disturb his sleeping lover.

He located the number pad on the wall and quietly pressed in the code number that would release the lock on the gun safe. Installing it had been the first thing he’d done when moving into the home since he didn’t want to leave his personal guns and rifles where they could be found.

With a click, the heavy door swung open and Evan wasted no time selecting his favorite firearm, which was ready and loaded. He tucked it into the back of his waistband and locked the safe, taking one more glance at the still sleeping form of Josie before padding downstairs.

His training flooded back as he walked from window to window, checking that each one was secure. When he arrived at the front door, he opened it slowly, checking the perimeter of his home before stepping out onto the front porch. The air had cooled slightly from earlier in the day but the humidity hung heavily in the air along with the pungent aroma of hibiscus and fresh cut grass. He needed to check around the house and then upstairs before he would allow himself to sleep.

Descending the steps, Evan’s gaze skittered left and then right, taking in the expanse of his property although the exterior lights that he’d left on tonight didn’t illuminate much past twenty feet. He paused at the foot of the steps, listening closely for anything or anyone out of place but nothing seemed to be amiss.