A Cowboy Under the Mistletoe (12 page)

“
Yes
. Are you happy, now?”

“Very happy. I was planning to show up, anyway, but this gives me the green light.”

“I wouldn’t call it the green light. I would call it the yellow caution light. I may want you, but I still think having you stay longer in Sheridan is a bad idea.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

She studied him, and what a fun exercise that was. He looked determined and sure, as if he knew exactly what he wanted and how to go about getting it. Maybe it was the champagne talking, but she was inclined to let him work this out. “So what’s this new plan of yours?”

He hesitated. “Now that I’m coming over tomorrow night for sure, maybe we should skip it.”

“That depends. Does it result in us having sex tonight?”

“Yes.”

“The whole enchilada kind of sex?”

He laughed. “Interesting choice of words, but yes.”

“No, no, not enchiladas.” She remembered the chopstick incident and giggled. “Too limp.”

“Trust me, that won’t be a problem.”

“The whole taquito. How about that?” She couldn’t seem to stop giggling. “No, wait, they’re kinda small.”

He snorted.

“Aren’t you going to tell me that won’t be a problem, either?”

“I will not.”

“Come on, don’t be shy. Unless you’ve been stuffing a sock in your pants, you’re no taquito.”

“Whitney Jones, how you talk! I think you’re toasted.”

“I do believe I am. Now tell me what I can expect once you unveil that bad boy of yours. Are we talking taquito or chimichanga?”

He grinned. “You’re pretty funny when you’re smashed.”

“You’re avoiding the question.”

“Give it up. I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“Ever hear the expression
all hat and no cattle
?”

“No, but we’re not discussing hats and cattle. We’re discussing your—”

“True cowboys don’t boast, not about the size of their spread or the size of, well, anything.”

She took some time to consider that. The implication warmed all her lady parts.

“But I will tell you I’m not stuffing a sock in my pants.”

“All righty, then.” She took a shaky breath. “Now that we’ve settled that matter, what’s this plan you keep not telling me about?”

“We head back to the parking lot, and assuming you’re not fast asleep by then, I grab the box of condoms I left in my truck and we put the seat back down in your Subaru.”

“You have a box of condoms in your truck?”

“That’s where the four I left at your place are from. I didn’t want to bring in the whole box. That seemed excessive.”

She laughed. “What about me? I put a whole box in my bedside table drawer.”

“It’s your place. You can have six boxes if you want but I didn’t want to make assumptions.”

“You are such a gentleman.”

“I keep trying to convince you I’m not. A gentleman wouldn’t invite you to have sex in the back of your own car in the middle of a cold Wyoming night while using your gas to keep the heater going.”

“Guess not.” She smiled. “That smacks of desperation.”

“I know, and if you want to veto the—”

“And I’m so desperate. Let’s do it.”

Ty tugged on the brim of his hat and nudged the speedometer up another notch. “Hot damn.”

10

T
Y
HAD
NO
WISH
to pick up a speeding ticket, but every time he looked at the needle, he was at least ten miles over and he had to force himself to ease up on the pedal. Excitement surged through him. They’d stopped talking, as if words would break the spell that anticipation had created.

He made it to her parking lot in far less time than prudent driving would have required, but he was a man on fire. Pulling into her numbered spot, he put the car in Park and left the motor running. “Be right back.” His voice sounded hoarse. It was a wonder he could talk at all, the way his heart was racing.

His hand shook as he unlocked his truck and reached for the latch on the console compartment. The latch resisted, and he swore.
Take it easy
,
Slater
.
Don’t jam it or you’ll be one sorry SOB
.

Stepping back, he took a deep breath. Then he tried again, and the latch popped open. The box of condoms was cold to the touch, and he wondered if the condoms would be cold, too. Wouldn’t matter for long. He shoved the box in his coat pocket and locked his truck.

He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman so much that he turned into fumblefingers. He hoped putting down the backseat wouldn’t be too tricky because he was trembling as if he had a fever. Which in a way, he did.

Hurrying back to the car, he unbuttoned his coat. Even the sudden chill didn’t cool him off. As he opened the driver’s side door, warm air spilled out and the dome light came on. Apparently he wouldn’t have to worry about putting down the backseat. She’d already done it.

Even more amazing, she’d come up with a blanket and spread it across the upholstered surface. Her coat lay crumpled on the front passenger seat and she sat in back taking off her shoes. She looked up and smiled. “You might want to come in through the side door.” Then she tossed her shoe into the front seat and began taking off the other one.

He passed her the condom box, ditched his coat and hat, then crawled in through the side door.

He’d moved fast, but that didn’t explain why he was having trouble breathing. No, that was all Whitney’s fault. She was wiggling out of her jeans. He sat immobilized as she revealed creamy thighs and shapely calves. And her panties were bright pink.

Then the dome light clicked off and everything went back to shades of gray. He tugged off his boots and unsnapped his cuffs as she threw her jeans in the front. His eyes had adjusted enough that he could tell she was pulling her sweater over her head. He’d bet her bra was bright pink, too. He didn’t want muted gray and indistinct shadows, damn it.

The sweater went sailing in the same direction as her other clothes. Then she came toward him on her hands and knees. “Need help, cowboy?”

“Just light.” His shirt snaps popped as he wrenched it open. “I didn’t think about us being in the dark. God, but I want to see you!”

“Can’t help you there.” She knelt in front of him, her breathing shallow. “But you can touch me in the dark.” And she unhooked the front of her bra.

He sucked in a breath. Even in the weak light, he could tell that she was magnificent, worthy of being sculpted by a master. Reaching out, he slid the straps of her bra free and it fell to the blanket.

“I can almost see you,” he murmured. “Tomorrow night I will, but for now...” He cradled a warm breast in each hand and she shivered. “Cold?” He stroked his thumbs over her taut nipples.

“Excited. You really know how to touch a girl so she feels special.”

“You are special.” He kneaded her full breasts. “I love touching you like this, even if...”

“If what?”

“If the more I do it, the harder I get.”

“Then do you want to—”

“Nope. Let me play.”

She swallowed. “You’re very good at playing.”

“Glad you think so.”

“I’ve spent the past ten miles dreaming of you...playing.” She covered his hands with hers, lifting her breasts as she leaned toward him. “And kissing me...here.”

With a groan, he dipped his head and placed rapid, openmouthed kisses all over her silken breasts. As her breathing quickened, he used his tongue to lick and tease his way to one pert nipple. He circled it slowly once and then once again before nibbling gently with his teeth. At last he drew it into his mouth and began to suck.

Moaning, she arched her back and clutched his head. He hollowed his cheeks and pulled her in deep as he massaged her breasts with both hands. Heat simmered in his groin, pulsing in his rigid cock and aching balls.

Not yet. Not yet. He feasted on her other breast until she quivered and dug her fingertips into his scalp. When she began to pant, he absorbed the wonder of what was happening. Just this, only this, and he could make her come. He tugged more rhythmically on her breast.

She gasped. “Oh, Ty...
Ty
.” She tensed, and then she let go, abandoning herself to her climax with a soft cry.

He wrapped her in his arms and buried his face against her full breasts as she shuddered in the aftermath of her orgasm. What a miracle she was. And he was the lucky guy holding her tonight.

As she quieted, she stroked his hair. “I love coming that way. But if a guy can’t wait...”

“I can.” Barely. If he had to wait much longer, his zipper might self-destruct.

“Thank you for that.” She leaned away from him. “But let’s get you out of those jeans.”

“Let’s do.”

She laughed. “You sound pretty eager.”

“Lady, you have no idea.”

“Then lie down and I’ll help you.”

“That could be fun.” He stretched out on the blanket as much as he could. Even with the seat down, he didn’t quite fit, lengthwise. He wasn’t complaining. Whitney had already unbuckled his belt and unfastened the top button of his jeans.

“I’m going to do this gradually.” She eased down the zipper of his fly. “You’re really smooshed in there and I don’t want to cause any damage.”

“I’m tougher than you think.” But he clenched his jaw at the sweet torture of having her release him from bondage.

“Are you?” She stroked a finger along the ridge of his cock. Even through the cotton briefs, she left a trail of sparks.

He gasped. “I take it back. I’m not tough at all. One more of those and I’ll fold. Move back, lady. This is a man’s job.”

Laughing, she scooted away as he peeled off his jeans and his briefs. While he was at it, he pulled off his socks. Then he sat up and shrugged out of his shirt.

He turned to her. “There’s the little matter of those hot pink panties.”

“These hot pink panties?” She twirled them on the end of her finger, teasing him with the scent of an aroused woman.

“Yeah, those.” He grabbed them and rubbed the damp silk between his fingers. “The ones that let me know how much you want me.”

“If you want to know that, just ask me.”

“All right.” Setting the panties aside, he eased down beside her. Then he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in close. “How much do you want me, Whitney?”

She flattened her palm against his back and inched closer. “Enough to have sex with you in the back of my car in the middle of a Wyoming winter night.”

His heart thundered. “Then I guess that’s what we need to do.”

“I’m counting on it.”

Using the tips of his fingers, he located her mouth in the dark so he could give her a quick kiss. “Don’t move. I have to suit up.” As he rolled over and located the box, he could hear her giggling. “What?” He opened the box and took out a packet. “What’s so funny?”

“You telling me you have to
suit up
. I’m picturing you zipping yourself into some kind of space suit so you can blast off to Mars.”

He put on the condom and turned back to her. “That’s exactly what I have in mind.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. Come over here.” He guided her into position until she was lying beneath him. “Let’s launch this rocket.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Go crazy with me, Whitney.” After grabbing those wet panties, he knew she was ready. Her heat called to him as he settled himself between her thighs and nudged her slick entrance with the tip of his cock.

She wound her arms around his neck. “I guess craziness is what I signed on for.” She might sound casual about it, but her body quivered with each breath.

“You can still change your mind. It’s not too late now, but in another second it will be.”

“Ty Slater, are you stalling?”

Maybe
.
And not because he didn’t want her with every fiber of his being. But underneath that physical craving that pushed him to take her with gusto, he heard a voice of caution that told him this moment could change his life forever. He ignored it. “Only a fool would do that.” And he plunged deep.

The instant he did, he knew the truth of it. His life had changed forever. She rose to meet him and welcomed him in a way that he’d never felt before. Sinking into her body was like coming home.

In this unlikely place, an apartment complex parking lot, he’d found what he hadn’t admitted he’d been searching for with every woman he’d taken to bed. Each rhythmic stroke strengthened the connection as it bathed him in the warmth and light that spilled from Whitney’s soul.

He savored the wonder of being inside her as if he’d crawled through a barren desert and stumbled upon an oasis. Again and again he thrust deep, glorying in the richness that he found within the moist recesses of her body. His climax hovered near, demanding to be satisfied, and he kept pushing it away. He wasn’t ready for this to end.

Instead, he reveled in her responsiveness. With a slight shift here, a faster pace there, he coaxed another orgasm from her. And another. She was so easy to please and he could think of nothing he’d rather do than give her pleasure.

Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and cupped his face in both hands. Her brown eyes were dark with passion and purpose as she looked up at him. “Your turn,” she murmured.

“But I like—”

“Your turn.” And she drew him in close and worked her magic as she held his gaze.

Locked in tight, he could barely move as she rocked slowly against him. The sweet undulations of her body gradually eroded his control. He felt himself slipping, slipping, until all the restraints gave way and he came in a rush, crying out at the intensity of an orgasm that went on...and on...and on.

When the waves of sensation began to ebb, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and wondered what the hell he was going to do now. She’d just given him the most significant sexual encounter of his life. It had been so perfect that it scared him to death.

He was used to having good sex with the women he’d dated. But no matter how much he’d enjoyed those relationships, giving them up hadn’t been a problem when they’d ended for one reason or another. He was in completely different territory, now.