Lady Jane and the Cowboy (4 page)

Jane watched him go
with a satisfied grin.

Chapter Six

Red was stunned when he
walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Jane at the kitchen counter
wearing tight black leggings, the new black leather high heeled boots, and a
black turtle neck sweater. She had her curly blonde hair pulled back in a black
tieback, and red lipstick on. She looked sexy as all hell. He seriously thought
of taking the entire day off. This was the petite blonde in the flimsy skirts
and high heeled shoes? The ranch hands were all staring from him to Jane and
back again. No one was eating much. He wished he could kick the whole lot of
them out and back her up against the kitchen counter and…

“Red?”

He swallowed hard,
“Yeah?”

“I’m going shopping
with Honey again today.”

“You’re going out like
that?”

“Like what?” she asked
tentatively.

He opened his mouth to
speak and suddenly realized her eyes had filled with tears. She hurried from
the room. The ranch hands immediately started in on him.

“Red, you jerk!”

“Yeah,
Red!”

“Asshole!”

“She looks fine.”

“
Mighty
fine!”

Red, to the chorus of
his outraged ranch hands marched out of the room and followed Jane up the
stairs. “Get to work,” he called over his shoulder.

He didn’t knock and he
didn’t need to be told what he’d done. He marched into Jane’s room to
apologize, and just maybe take her in his arms if she was willing.

He flung open the door
to find her standing there in the midst of taking off the form fitting sweater.
God, she wore a lacey black bra underneath it too! She yanked the sweater over
her head, leaving her hair mussed and her red lips looking slightly pouty and
downcast.

“Did you forget how to
knock?” she asked crossly.

It was the first time
he’d heard her get even remotely cranky with him. Oddly, it comforted him. No
one could be that sweet all the time. It just wasn’t natural.

“You gonna expect me to
knock if we’re married?” he countered, closing the door behind him and leaning
up against it, arms crossed watching her. She had the most gorgeous figure he’d
ever seen up close and personal.
Soft, warm, and curvaceous.
And he wasn’t leaving. He doubted his body was going to let him walk out of
there right now anyway.

It was time for Jane to
find out what she was in for, if she really planned on staying here. And
suddenly he knew what she was mad about. Not that he’d inadvertently insulted
her outfit. But that she’d been put up to this by Honey and Gerry, to get him
to take notice. Well, he was taking notice alright! He just hoped she wanted
what he thought she did. She stood still, she hadn’t spoken another word. He allowed
his gaze to roam lazily over her form. The way the black lace cupped her
perfect breasts and emphasized the paleness of her soft skin, she looked so
touchable, her slightly disheveled appearance made her look like she’d just
stepped out of bed, instead of being about to step back into it.

Red had just made up
his mind.

***

When Redstone
MacAlistair held out his hand to her, Jane knew what he was asking. She didn’t
hesitate for even a moment, she took it, and moved directly into his arms. He
smiled invitingly down at her and her heart turned a somersault.

The instant his large
hands slipped around her bare waist she gasped at the sensation. He was a big
man and yet his work roughened hands were gentle. She couldn’t wait to feel his
body against her own. His hands were so large they easily encompassed her small
waist as he drew her closer. He kissed her deeply, trailing tender kisses down
her throat, and with a very slight tug, he popped the fastener on her bra and
instantly his lips moved to her breasts. Feathering light, lingering kisses, as
though savoring the very taste and texture of her. She cried out and arched
against him when he took a thrusting nipple into his mouth.

His lips were hot, and
the sensation of his mouth tugging on her sensitized breast was almost more
than she could bear, she trembled against him and slid her hands into his hair
holding him there. The old wooden boards of the landing creaked as footsteps
approached, and she groaned as she came back down to earth with a thud, abruptly
they broke apart. She was supposed to be going shopping with Honey.

Red’s hungry gaze
connected almost frantically with hers as she stood before him, half naked, her
breasts bared and her body willing. He shook his head and she clearly read his expression,
just as if he’d said it aloud.
Hell no!
They were not about to be disturbed. Not for a goddamned shopping trip! Hell
had a better chance of freezing over
. She couldn’t agree more.

Jane looked to the
nightstand where a pastel blue and pink sign lay. It had been a joke from
Camilla and Lily. It read
Do not disturb,
or else!
Red’s avid gaze followed
hers,
he grabbed
the sign, opened the door, popped it on the door knob and slammed the door
shut, locking it quickly. The footsteps grew near, halted, then retreated. When
he turned, it was to find Jane sprawled out on the bed, still half-dressed but
waiting for him, he tossed aside his shirt and joined her.

Jane looked into the
eyes of the man she had decided she was going to have, she’d known she wanted
him from the first time she’d seen his face, the adorable close up shot that
Honey had sent her. One that showcased his big blue eyes and a crooked smile
that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. She’d dreamed of this moment since
then. Now he held her close and those gorgeous eyes looked intently down into
hers waiting for a cue. He wanted her. She smiled invitingly, arched against
him, and stroked her hands over the tanned muscular plains of his now bared
chest. She felt a quiver ripple through him and pressed closer, wanting to feel
his body against her own. Her breasts flattened against his firm chest, yet his
hands were gentle as he stroked the curve of her back as though savoring the
softness of her skin.

Jane, feeling
emboldened, straddled him, he looked surprised but quickly acquiesced. She was
still wearing her black leggings and high heeled boots, and he his jeans. But
this was going to be a long, slow, lovemaking
session,
she wanted to take her time getting to know every inch of this strong remote
man.

She kissed his eyelids,
stroking the hard lines of his strong jaw with her fingertips, and followed the
caress with more soft kisses. She tenderly trailed her lips down the column of
his throat, savoring every texture. She was aware he had his doubts about this
union, she didn’t know how this was going to end, but she adored him, and she
intended to make the most of every moment. She was already falling in love with
the big beautiful cowboy.

Red groaned beneath
her, as Jane’s lips caressed his chest, his penetrating gaze following her
every move and his pupils dilated with need; she reveled in his reaction. His
whole body appeared alive with anticipation, and thrumming beneath her
ministrations as she flicked out her small pink tongue to lick his nipples
delicately and allowed her breasts to slide silkily over his skin as she moved.
He stroked her hair as her lips moved lovingly across his abdomen, her hands
caressing as she did so.

When Jane’s hands moved
to his zipper, he helped her, shrugging out of his jeans.

Jane continued her
path, with her cowboy naked on the bed before her, she felt sensual, womanly,
and powerful; kissing her way along his hard thighs, kneeling between them, she
looked down, savoring his reactions to her ministrations. His long muscular
torso narrowed down to slender hips and toned thighs covered in a sprinkling of
coarse dark blond hair. She stroked his inner thighs and caressed him with an
exploring touch, wanting to know every inch of him. She just knew somehow he
wasn’t this way with anyone
else,
he was in a
vulnerable position, allowing her license and quivering with need. His eyes met
hers as she caressed his length, and he bucked upwards into her hand. She bent
her head, hearing his breath catch in his throat as she parted her red lips and
took him inside.

Red was sure he was
having the most erotic daydream of his entire life. This petite and delicate
woman was the most adorable, sensual creature he’d ever known and she was
slowly sliding her painted lips up and down his shaft, causing his blood to
pound in a deep rapid drumbeat through his brain, and his senses to go reeling
out of control. The small pink tongue he’d watched swirling teasing circles
around his nipples, was now swirling around the head of his shaft wrapped tightly
in her hot sweet mouth. He heard moaning sounds and realized they were coming
from him. He entwined his hands in her hair, encouraging her, begging her not
to stop. His climax was so earth shattering he felt paralyzed by it for a
moment. Then he felt Jane move off to the side, he opened his eyes and stared
up at the ceiling. One of her hands lay across his chest. He took it and kissed
it delicately, then with a huge grin flipped her over onto her back, holding
her hands on either side of her head, he straddled her and began his own
sensuous exploration. Her skin was softer than silk everywhere, the texture
against his tongue making him want to savor every inch of her. There was
something vividly erotic about a half dressed woman, and gazing on her milky
white breasts with their perfect rosy nipples that she had allowed to graze
across his skin as she moved over him, had made him harder than a rod of iron.

But there was so much
more of her he wanted to explore. The boots came off easily, followed by the
leggings and panties, then he buried his face between her thighs, a part of
him, a hidden devilish part, wanted to hear her scream. It didn’t take long.
She might be prim looking, but this was one sensual woman in his arms, and
there was nothing like hearing a woman call out his name as she came to a
shuddering climax to get him back up to speed and hard as a rock. He allowed
her all of two minutes to savor the aftermath of sensation rolling through her,
before he began again.

He hoped to God, Honey
would keep the ranch hands out of the house for the rest of the day. This was
going to be an all day affair.

Red liked sex.
Raunchy energetic sex.
Something Honey could not possibly
know about him. It was one of the things that had made him groan like mad when he
saw the petite fragile looking woman she’d chosen for him. But if he was going
to risk spending the rest of his life with Jane, he intended to show her just
what she was in for.

Jane was lying face
down on the bed next to him when he stroked his hand over her backside,
following her body’s natural curve, and he knew just exactly how he was going
to take her. Kneeling behind her, he raised her hips, she willingly went along
with everything he did, the slightest hesitation on her part and he would have
stopped immediately, but when she moaned provocatively as he knelt behind her,
he grew more encouraged and even harder.

The sunlight shone
through the window, over her pale skin as he entered her. She was hot and
tight, he moved slowly, now he’d expended just a small amount of his pent up
energy, he could pace himself just a little. He was finally embedded deeply
inside her, she had the most beautiful body, he reached forward to caress her
breasts as he moved, she moved with him, and they quickly entered a smooth
rhythm together. He thanked his lucky stars the house was empty, because he
felt her beginning to come and she screamed. It was a joyful erotic sound. Her
pulsing climax and vocal sounds took him right over the edge with her.

***

Red stroked Jane’s silky
smooth shoulder, she was nuzzled against him, and he could feel by her soft
breath whispering across his chest that she was asleep. Now for the first time
he wondered how she must have felt in the days since she’d been here. Had she
been wondering, waiting, and perhaps even hoping for this? He’d tried hard not
to think on it, not to dwell on the feelings creeping up on him, but he wanted
to make love to this woman virtually every time he saw her, and it tugged on
his jealous streak the way the rest of the ranch hands looked at her.

Finally it began to
dawn on him, some of the things she’d done to get his attention. The black
shiny high heeled boots? There was no way in hell Gerry sold those things! The
sensual fragrance she wore, the casual touches. Taking a nap in his arms?
Running into her late last night in her soft silky lingerie?
The
whipped cream?
He grinned, he had plans for that later, and somehow he
doubted she would mind. Jane stirred against him and his thoughts returned to
the present. Slowly sliding her over onto her back, he nestled between her
thighs. He wondered if she had any clue, that they were only just getting
started for the day.

Jane slowly came awake,
her big blue eyes not looking quite so innocent now, and raised her brows as
she felt his erection nudge gently at her entrance, cupping his buttocks she
urged him closer.