Adele, Claire - Guardian of His Soul [Wolves of West Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (3 page)

“Don’t worry. I doubt I’ll turn into an iceberg. I heal pretty fast.”

She smiled at him again.

Juan wanted to lower her flat on this sofa and kiss her senseless, slide his aroused cock deep inside her warm, wet pussy. She made him hungry to taste her. He wanted to stroke her until she screamed in ecstasy.

It had been a long time. She drew him strongly. He longed to cup her breasts and suck her nipples while she arched against him. What would it feel like to have her hand curl around his cock and stroke him? She had soft, smooth fingers. Thinking about it made him harder.

“I think that’s been long enough,” she said. “Let’s put these back in the fridge for a while.”

Her words jerked him back from his daydream. She removed one ice pack after another. Her fingers grazed the heated skin of his lower torso.

Dios
. Juan inhaled swiftly but steeled his reaction. He didn’t want to chase her off.

After she put the bags on the coffee table, she raised her hand to take the one he’d replaced on his face.

He couldn’t resist. He cupped the back of her head. When she didn’t pull away, he pulled her closer and brushed his lips across hers. She didn’t protest. Her warm, smooth lips drew him. He licked the seam of her lips, and she parted them. As he delved his tongue within her sweet, wet mouth and tasted her honey, explored silken textures, and stroked, she moaned. Her body shifted closer, and her hands braced against his chest.

Her touch ignited a fire in him that wouldn’t be easily put out. He shook with the force of his desire. Her scent filled his head, made the beast in him hungry to taste all of her.

The sound of her soft sigh had his cock tenting the blue jeans. Sliding both arms around her, he pulled her snug against him. Her belly pressed against his erection. Groaning with pleasure, he angled his lips over hers and swept his delving tongue through her warm mouth. He touched and caressed every surface but couldn’t get enough of her sweet taste.

His need for her to spread her legs and take his stiffened cock inside her slick pussy drove him without mercy. How far would she go? He hated to scare her off by moving too fast.

He smoothed one hand up her side and covered her full, firm breast. When she moaned but didn’t protest, he brushed his thumb across her nipple. It was hard, and he wanted to taste and suck it deep into his mouth. He lifted the bottom edge of her short top until her bared breast nestled in his palm.
Dios
, she felt so fucking good.

Breaking their kiss gently, he looked down as he lifted her breast. Her skin was like pale satin, and it shone in the lamplight. Her dusky-pink nipple rose erect and full. He had to taste her.

He lowered his head and took her swollen nipple into his mouth. He drew hard and licked, teasing with his tongue.

She whimpered, moved her hips against him, and arched her back, offering him more. “Oh my. Juan.” Her short breaths came rapidly. “What are we doing? I want you, but I’ve just met you!”

He released her sweet flesh. “I know,
querida
. I want you, too.”

“This must be happening too fast, but it doesn’t feel that way.”

“No, it feels like I’ve known you a long time. What do you want to do?”

“I think I need to take things a little slower, no matter how I feel,” she said. “I’ve only been divorced for a year. Surely, it’s too soon to become involved again.”

“Cindy, this could be good between us. Do you want to have some fun and see where it goes? We don’t have to take things too seriously. We could have a great time.” He looked at her swollen lips and her serious eyes.
Say yes, Cindy
.

Chapter Three

Cynthia stared into his dark brown eyes, searching for the truth. She saw honesty. Somehow, looking at his open expression, she saw his willingness to accept what she wanted. He wasn’t like her ex-husband. He didn’t demand she have sex with him no matter how she felt at the moment.

This was different. Juan was different. Yet, she’d thought she’d known her former husband, and she’d been fooled.

“Would you like to play a little without getting seriously involved?” Juan’s eyebrows raised in question. “I think you’d enjoy it.”

“Yes, I think I would,” she answered. “I agree. We don’t need a serious relationship to enjoy ourselves.” And it would give her an opportunity to get to know more about Juan.

The doorbell rang. She hadn’t even heard a car drive up, she’d been so focused on Juan.

“That must be Derek,” Juan said, and sighed. “I guess he decided to come sooner than later.”

Not the best timing. But at least with Juan leaving now, she’d have a chance to think about what she’d agreed to. And reconsider, if she needed to.

She pulled back a little and Juan slid his hands down to her waist.

“When will I see you again?” he asked.

“Later today?” She smiled. “Your clothes are still in the dryer, and you’ll need to pick them up.”

He grinned. “How about I come by this evening for them?”

“Fine. We can have dinner here if you’d like to.”

“Sounds like a plan. Shall I bring wine or beer?”

“Red wine would be perfect.” She smiled at him again. “I’d better get the door.”

She rose from the sofa and headed to the front entry. Opening the door wide, she felt Juan’s warmth close behind her.

“Hi,” a tall, good-looking, sandy-haired guy said.

“Derek,” Juan said.

“Come in,” Cynthia invited.

“Thanks, but I left my date waiting,” Derek said. “Can I take a rain check?”

“Sure,” Cynthia assured him.

“Cynthia, this is one of my business partners and my good friend, Derek Wolfson. Derek, meet Cynthia Krystal. She helped me out when the Hawks attacked me.”

“Good to meet you. Thanks for coming to my partner’s rescue.”

“I would have called 911 for him, but he refused.”

“That sounds like Juan.”

“Come on, Derek, before we wear out our welcome,” Juan said as he took a step past her and clamped a hand on Derek’s shoulder. Juan looked at her and met her gaze. “Thank you for your help,” he said, his voice soft and warm. “I’ll call you later.”

“Let me know how it goes with your car.” She grinned at Juan.

He waved and pushed his friend toward a gray Honda Civic. It seemed like Juan didn’t want Derek hanging around her too long. Maybe Juan was a little possessive. That was all right with her, since she’d just as soon keep their future fun private.

It was too soon after her divorce to even think about a serious relationship.

Her personal goals came first these days. Second would be getting to know Juan. Handsome as sin, he must work outside mostly. He didn’t seem the office-paperwork sort. Those firm, sculpted lips and his big gentle hands had done amazingly sexy things to her.

* * * *

“She seems nice,” Derek said as he and Juan strode to his Civic.

“Real nice. Keep your hands off her, my friend,” Juan said.

Derek’s eyebrows shot up just as they opened the car doors and lowered themselves into the seats. “But she looks like she’d be a fun girl to know,” he protested, fastening his seat belt.

“Definitely,” Juan admitted, stretching his legs out and settling back in the seat. “Except we’re not sharing this time. Cindy’s all mine.”

“When did this happen?”

“After the fight with the Hawks. I don’t understand it myself, but I want Cindy, and I’m not interested in a threesome.”

On occasion in the past, he and Derek had enjoyed sharing a woman. Now, he felt an unusual feral possessiveness about Cindy. He had no plans to let things get too serious. The way he felt about her didn’t make sense, especially after Angie, but there it was.

“If that’s how you feel, I understand. I’ll just have to find myself a voluptuous blonde.”

Juan snorted and smiled at his friend’s comment.

“How did those Hawks get hold of you?” Derek asked.

Juan explained how it went down, and added, “I won’t let that happen again.” The old, green, ’69 Grand Prix was probably done. It had met its match in the big Hummer.

Derek shook his head. “Next time you decide to follow the Hawks to their gated neighborhood, take me with you. The odds will be more even that way.”

“You got that right,” Juan agreed.

* * * *

Cynthia curled up in the overstuffed armchair in the den. She needed to sort through what had happened this night. Although she was attracted to Juan, was she making another big mistake by encouraging him?

There were obvious, big differences between the image Juan put forth and how she had come to live her life and portray herself as a well-to-do woman. She’d worked hard to make her place in the social strata her former husband took for granted. He’d been born to it, and she had not. Now she was able to accomplish good things for the needy, and she knew people who could help her accomplish those goals.

Juan seemed less refined than the men in the circles she’d come to frequent, but he was a good guy, honest, and seemed genuinely interested in his work as a private investigator. From what he’d told her, he focused on ridding the community of that gang that attacked him.

She wouldn’t let anything interfere with her charity work for the Desert Edge Rescue Mission. She refused to allow anyone to keep her from providing clothing and food for the most desperate cases of homeless people on her side of the city.

Just thinking about that sexual tug Juan’s kiss ignited in her made her wonder if maybe she could handle a short fling now, or a low-key relationship with him. His long-fingered, strong hands had left her definitely wanting more of his touches.

Chapter Four

Cynthia answered the doorbell and found Juan waiting on her front porch, looking ruggedly handsome, in blue jeans, burgundy cotton shirt, and western-style boots. His cologne wafted to her. Citrus, her favorite. He carried a bottle of red wine. She grinned at him. “Come in. I see you brought our dinner wine.”

“Couldn’t forget that,” he said, grinning back at her.

Cindy looked past him at the dark blue Civic parked in front of her house. “You’re driving a different car.”

He turned and looked at the used sedan. “Yeah, the old Grand Prix was totaled. Ramon fixed me up with this one. Not what I like to drive, but it has good pick up and speed. That’s important in my line of work.”

“Is it comfortable?” Comfort was important, too.

“Oh, yeah. Spending as much time as we do driving around town, the seats and leg room have to be right.”

“You’ll have to take me for a spin and show me what it can do.” She smiled at him and gestured for him to come into her home.

“My pleasure. Let me know when, and I’ll be happy to,” he said as he followed her inside.

The thought of taking a ride with Juan teased her with the possibilities. “I have everything ready for the grill outside. How are you at cooking steaks?”

“I’ve grilled a few.” He handed her the bottle of wine. “How do you like yours cooked?”

“I like it medium-well. And you?”

“I always like it on the rare side,” he said, looking a little self-conscious. One side of his mouth curved upward.