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She realized she was making little pleading sounds in her throat, wishing she were coherent enough to find the words to beg him. But his skillful manipulation of her body had wiped out every functioning brain cell. When he shifted her body slightly, she wasn’t sure at first what he was doing. Then she realized he was rearranging her so one of the jets pulsed directly into her hungry cunt. As the water jetted in to her, Jesse rubbed and tugged at her clit, slowly taking her up the slippery slope to the crest of an orgasm.

When she exploded, her entire body trembled. She tried with desperation to squeeze her thighs together, but Jesse held them firmly apart. At last, he slid two fingers into her pussy and allowed her muscles to tighten down on them. She was still shaking when he slid them out of her body and eased her legs down from his thighs.

“Feel good, darlin’?”

“Uh huh.” She couldn’t find more than two syllables to utter. She felt fulfilled and frustrated at the same time. She wanted Jesse’s cock inside her, the heavy shaft that prodded at the hot crevice between the cheeks of her buttocks. She wanted him driving into her. She wanted…

She wanted him to never stop stroking her the way he was, petting her cunt and sliding his fingers up to brush over her wet breasts.

“Ready to get out of the tub?” His breath was a tickle in her ear.

“Only if you help me,” she told him with a breathy laugh.

“No problem.”

He shut off the jets and rose, lifted her in his arms and placed her on the plush bath mat. Bracing her with his arm, he pulled a thick towel from the heated rack and wrapped it around her.

“Don’t move.” He touched his lips to hers for a brief moment before letting the water out of the tub and getting his own towel.

When they were both dry, he carried her into the bedroom and placed her on the bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and reverence.

“Understand this,” he told her in a low voice, “there’s lots more to come.”

He hadn’t meant to get back to the hotel as late as they did, especially as he spent the day so aroused he was constantly looking for things to hide his crotch behind. But Cyn had had so much fun he hadn’t been able to help himself. He wondered if that shitass ex of hers had ever done anything to make her laugh. To give her pleasure. To help her enjoy life.

Well, he damn well planned to, and for a lot longer than this weekend.

He looked down at her splayed out on the bed, so soft and feminine. Her mature body made his mouth water. He had to find a way to convince her of that. Again, anger at her ex roiled through him. What kind of man treated a woman the way that asshole obviously had? Frank Dellinger better hope Jesse never got his hands on him.

“Is-is something wrong?”

The hesitation in her voice shook him out of his mental wanderings. She crossed her arms over her breasts in a signal of protection or concealment. Did she still think he didn’t worship her body?

Well, dumbass, making love in a storage room on an old tarp doesn’t exactly create the right atmosphere.
Not exactly a romantic beginning.

But that’s what tonight is for, so I’d best get to it.

“No, darlin.” He tugged her arms away from her body, his eyes eating up the sight of her. Softly, he stroked a finger along her jawline and down the graceful column of her neck. “As a matter of fact, everything’s real fine.”

And then he went to work on her to prove it. He worshiped her breasts and her nipples with his tongue and his teeth, scraping and licking and soothing and sucking until she cried out with the pure sensation of it. With his mouth all over her breasts he used his hands to stroke her shoulders, her arms, the elegant sweep of her hips. Her skin was soft from the bath and held the faint scent of the bath salts he’d dumped into the water.

When he shifted his body to give his mouth access to her tummy and her navel, a sound of pure pleasure echoed from her. He swept his tongue across the hollow of her throat where her pulse beat rapidly, down across her smooth skin, tasting her navel until he finally reached her sweet, sweet cunt. When he pressed her pink outer lips open and saw all that slick flesh, he nearly came right then and there. He had to grit his teeth to rein in his control and not embarrass himself.

Her clit tasted so sweet, the tiny bundle of flesh like candy in his mouth. He drew on it, nibbling it with his teeth before quieting it with his tongue. God, she was beautiful. And tasted so exquisite. So lush. She erased the memory of every other woman from his mind. Every point of contact with her made his cock twitch in anticipation.

As he worked her pussy with his tongue, her little moans became one long sound of pleasure. Of desire. She twisted her hips in an effort to arch herself up to him, but he held her firmly in place, determined to thoroughly enjoy every little taste of her.

When he’d paid sufficient homage to the front of her, he flipped her over and began on her neck and her back. His lips followed the path his fingertips traced along her spine, scattering kisses. Cyn moved beneath him, her body so responsive to his touch. When he reached her buttocks, he treated himself to a series of tiny bites on each cheek and then soothed them with slow licks of his tongue.

The erotic little sounds she kept making eroded his already strained hold on his hunger and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. But he was determined to bring her to the brink again and again before he took his pleasure.

Pushing her thighs apart to give him access to her, he licked her tender skin, up from her knees to her sex, blowing soft puffs of air on that sensitive area now glistening with her juices but never touching it. Over and over, he teased her with lips and fingers and tongue, bringing her to the brink and then edging her back until her body was taut with need and she was twisting in his hands and begging him.

“Please, please, please, please.”

It came out as one long supplication, her body twisting beneath him as she tried to turn to face him. When he knew he could not hold back much longer he turned her over on to her back and reached for the condom he’d dropped on the nightstand. His fingers actually trembled as he rolled the latex on and he had to draw in a deep breath to steady himself.

Jesus!

She was just so mouthwatering. Desire flushed her skin a delicate pink and her nipples had darkened to a dusky rose. Her lips were swollen, her eyes heavy-lidded with passion. He spread her legs wider, bending them back to open her wider to him and the rich scent of her musk rose up in the air to tantalize his senses.
God
. He couldn’t wait to be inside her again.

“Please,” she begged again. “Now.”

“Yes,” he growled. “Now.”

Fingers wrapped around his cock, he prodded her opening with the head, teasing both her and himself. Then, as slowly as he could stand it, he pushed inside her. When the hot, wet walls of her slick pussy grasped him like a silken fist, he had to stop again and draw in a deep breath. God, she felt so damn fucking good. If he died tomorrow, this was the memory he wanted to carry with him.

When he could stand it no longer, he pulled back, bracing himself. He set up a pounding rhythm in and out of her hot cunt, the need to orgasm overriding his determination to slow down. Cyn pushed back at him and that was all it took. Driving hard, he jackhammered into her over and over. With one hand braced on the bed, he used the other to find her clit and pinch and rub it. The pace of her breathing sped up, her muscles tautened and she whispered those little sounds that drove him crazy.

When he felt tension grip her entire body, he gave one final thrust and took both of them over the edge. He had the sensation of catapulting into black space, rolling and tumbling, every muscle spasming, his cock pulsing, balls tight, Cyn’s pussy vibrated around him and grabbed him as if it would never let go. The rasping in the air could have been him gasping for breath or her.

At last, the shudders subsided, and he eased himself from her body. He managed to catch his weight on his forearms so as not to crush her. He opened his eyes and drank in the sight of her face still glowing from the aftereffects of the climax. Cyn opened her own eyes and gave him a slow, lazy smile. Her mouth tempted him and he dragged his tongue across the full, pouty lips, tracing the seam and teasing the corners.

“Don’t move,” he told her and padded into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

She was still in the same position when he returned to the bedroom. Lifting the covers, he slid into bed beside her and pulled her body against his, spooning her to him, one arm banded around her. He wanted so desperately to tell her how he felt, but he was certain she was nowhere near ready it hear it yet.

After the store opened, he told himself. They’d celebrate and he’d let her know how important she was in his life. For now, he contented himself with being in this bed with her, exhausted by the pleasure they’d shared.

Chapter Seven

“You missed all the gossip over the weekend,” Amy said, eyes sparkling. “Fine time you picked to drop off the face of the earth.”

It was Monday morning and they were all gathered in Georgie’s kitchen. The B&B was empty, the last of the weekend guests gone and there’d be a respite of two days before the next ones arrived. Georgie had baked her special cinnamon rolls and shooed Cade off to do some work outside, telling him he wasn’t invited to girl time.

“And by yourself, of all things,” Reenie chimed in. She studied Cyn. “You were by yourself, right?”

“Can you ever be really alone in a city like Austin?” Cyn neatly sidestepped the question, even as she recalled the lazy Sunday morning she and Jesse had spent eating breakfast in bed and then eating each other. She could still feel the shape of his cock in her mouth, the weight of his balls in her hand when he finally let her take charge of his body. Frank had demanded it—not too often, thank God—and it had always been an unpleasant chore. With Jesse, she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Hey!” Georgie snapped her fingers in front of Cyn’s face. “Where did you go in there?”

“What?” Cyn gave herself a mental shake. “Sorry. So tell me about the gossip? Something really good?”

The other three women looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“You could say that.” Georgie wiped her eyes. “Yes, it was really good. I had to get it secondhand because we were busy all weekend with guests.”

Cyn cocked an eyebrow. “So if it’s that good, please dish. I want to hear it.”

Amy drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “It’s about your rub.”

Cyn nearly dropped her coffee mug. “My
rub
? You’re kidding. I haven’t even started selling it yet.”

“But you served samples,” Jinx pointed out. “To lots of people.”

“And they were lined up outside your door Saturday morning waiting for more,” Reenie added. “Buck saw them when he walked out of the bank. You never saw such a bunch of disappointed people when he told them no more samples until this week.”

“I’m glad they liked it.” She bit off a tiny piece of cinnamon roll. “That bodes well for the business.”

“Oh, that store will do well.” Amy giggled. “Believe me. You may not be able to keep the stuff in stock.”

Cyn looked at each of them in turn. “Okay, what aren’t you telling me?”

Jinx raised her hand. “I’ll tell her. Sweetie, remember how we asked you if you added a little something extra to the recipe that could, you know, ramp up the libido?”

“And you told us about the damiana?” Reenie added.

Sweet Jesus.

Cyn set her mug down carefully. “Don’t tell me.”

“Yup. Saturday morning at the Bit and Bite, all the men were discussing their suddenly ramped-up sex lives and the women were giggling like teenagers. I’m telling you, that stuff will fly off the shelves.”

“My Lord.” Cyn closed her eyes and sat back in her chair. “I have to fix it. I better call Alfredo today. Damn. I wonder how much of it he’s prepared already.”

“No, no, no,” Jinx protested. “Don’t do that. You don’t have to tell people what’s in it. Let them go on thinking it’s the extra spice that’s giving them, well, the extra spice.”

“But that’s dishonest,” she protested. “What if some people decide to protest? Maybe drive me out of business.”

Jinx placed a hand on her arm. “We’ll take care of that. Don’t worry. The power of the press and all.”

“But—”

“We’re telling you it’s all good,” Amy assured her. “Everyone wants to know how soon the store will open.” Then she started laughing again “You’ve even got a great slogan for marketing. ‘Spice up your barbecue and your sex life at the same time.’”

“Amy!” Cyn stared at her friend. “I couldn’t.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it, okay? I personally think it’s hilarious. You’d make a mint.”

“Any chance you can move up the date?” Reenie asked.

“I-I don’t know. I’ll call Alfredo and see where he is with production. Then I’ll ask Jesse what he thinks about his work. I checked first thing this morning and everything else I ordered will be in the end of this week.”

“Go talk to him,” Georgie urged. “Oh, and pick up some chicken on the way to the store if you haven’t had a chance to get to that meat wholesaler. I expect a mob scene waiting for samples today.”

“I need to get back to the ranch.” Amy rose and carried her plate and mug to the sink. “I have stock records for two operations to bring up to date. But I’ll give you a call later.”

“I need to go too,” Reenie said. “I have a website to finish that the client wants to preview tomorrow.” She looked at Cyn. “We need to talk about yours too. And soon.”

“Maybe I should get the store open first.”

“If you want, but we can still plan.”

“I want to keep that logo you designed for me.
Cyn’s Cyn-Sational Barbecue Rub
. I want to do the same thing with the barbecue sauce, which I think Alfredo plans to start mixing next week.”

“Good. It will make a great header.” She picked up her purse. “I’ll get with you on it later this week. We can at least get the details down on paper so I have something to work with.”

“Okay. And thank you.”

Reenie gave her a hug. “Hey, what are friends for, right?”

Cyn felt tears of gratitude burn her eyelids. For the first time in her life, she had real friends, and she would never take it for granted.

“Go on down to the store,” Georgie urged and grinned. “And say hey to Jesse for us.”

Jesse.

Cyn blushed every time she remembered the details of their weekend together. He was such an incredible lover and he seemed to enjoy being with her, in and out of bed. If this was a dream, she didn’t want to wake up. She rushed from the room, sure her face was probably red from embarrassment.

The images of her and Jesse together still danced in her head during the short drive to the store. She was so anxious to see him again she had to force herself not to speed. When she parked in her usual space, she took a long moment to pull herself together. It wouldn’t do, after all, to jump his bones as soon as she saw him. The thought that she, Cynthia Dellinger, would be so sexually bold made her giggle. Life was definitely looking up.

“Good thing you got here,” Jesse hollered when she came in the back door.

She dumped her purse and the bag from the market on the table and hurried to the front of the store. The first thing she saw was the counter gleaming like polished satin and one wall of shelves with the spindles Jesse had carved by hand. At the moment, he was putting a coat of clear varnish on them. The next thing she noticed was the mob of people outside the store, crowded against the window, trying to peer inside.

“Holy crap.” Her jaw dropped.

Jesse gave his low, sexy chuckle. “Your fans have been here for quite a while, darlin’. I think they’re getting a little restless.”

“Oh. My. God.” She turned to him. “What shall I do? If I open the door they’ll run over me.”

He rested his paintbrush on the open lid of the can and wiped his hands on a rag hanging from his pocket. “Get that gorgeous body into the back room and get to cooking. I’ll take care of them.”

She watched from the back while Jesse opened the door a crack and slid outside. She couldn’t hear everything he said, especially since everyone was trying to talk to him at once. But whatever he said must have worked. In a few minutes, they moved away and he slipped back inside again.

“My hero.” She wound her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe to give him a hot kiss.

“Careful.” He set her an inch or so away from his body. “You might get some of this lacquer on your clothes.”

“I don’t care. Thank you for handling that. What did you tell them?”

“To come back in a couple of hours and you’d have samples for them.” He frowned. “You can get some ready by then, right?”

“No problem, I’m doing chicken today.”

“By the way, that rub of yours was the hot topic of conversation this morning at the Bit and Bite.” His eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. “Everyone thinks you put a little something extra in it. I haven’t heard so many people discuss their sex lives since I was in high school.”

Cyn ducked her head and turned to unwrap the chickens. “I, um, may have added a special ingredient.” Without looking at him, she told him about the damiana. “I didn’t think it would have such an immediate effect. I probably should call Alfredo and tell him to change the recipe, although God knows, he’s probably got half the batch ready by now.”

Warm hands touched her shoulders and he turned her to face him. His mouth curved in a wicked grin. “Leave it, Cyn. This town could use a little spicing up. Besides, think of the marketing possibilities.”

“Damn, Jesse.” She buried her face against his chest. “I don’t know about this. What if people react badly?”

“Not gonna happen. You’ve got some powerful friends in those gals you hang out with. They’ll take care of whatever comes up.”

“Are you mad at me for not telling you?”

He laughed. “Hell, no. I’m hoping you’ll make a whole slab of ribs just for me.”

She gave him a shaky smile. “Well, at least part of a chicken. Not that I think you need any help.”

“Nice to know.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now get to work.”

“Wait, wait.” She stopped him as he turned to go back into the front of the store. “My friends think I should push up the opening of the store. I’m going to call Alfredo and see when I can get the first shipment of the rub and some of the sauce. The other merchandise will be here by the end of the week. I can pick up a couple of pieces of furniture for my coffee corner tomorrow or the next day. What I need is a certain date when you’ll be finished.”

He cupped one cheek, stroking his thumb over it. “For you, anything. I can put in some extra hours and have it ready by the end of the week. If you want to spend the weekend stocking the shelves, you can probably open Monday. I’ll bet Jinx would even get some flyers out for you. And the paper comes out again Friday.”

Open next Monday? Excitement coursed through her. Holy crap. It was really happening.

“Let’s do it. And thank you, Jesse. A million thank yous.”

His voice dropped and heat blazed in his eyes. “I’m sure I can find some interesting ways for you to thank me.”

The same heat consumed her as she prepared the chickens and put them in the oven to roast. She could think of a few ways too.

Jesse put down his hammer and stretched, working the kinks out of his back. Three long days of hard labor had really put a strain on his muscles, especially since he’d worked every night to meet the deadline. But it had been worth it. He looked around the front room of the store, pleased at what he saw. The counter and the shelves gleamed from the lacquer and the polish he’d used on them. Everything was made out of oak, and the spindles he’d carved and some other touches gave the place a real Texas feel.

Cyn had found some inexpensive framed prints to hang on the walls, some of them western scenes, others funny barbecue drawings. The back room was filled with stacks of cartons holding goods ready to be unpacked. Tomorrow, he’d put on the finishing touches and then give the place a good cleaning so Cyn could bring in the furniture for her cozy corner. And on Saturday, they were going to have a sticker-and-stock party. Her friends were coming to help her and Jesse planned to be here too.

All week, people had waited at the store for her samples to be passed out. He had finally taped butcher paper over the window to keep them from peering inside. It was for more than privacy. He wanted the finished look to be a surprise.

He checked his watch, surprised to realize it was nearly seven. He was ready to go home, shower and crack open a beer. Maybe he’d pick up a pizza on the way. Too bad Cyn couldn’t be here to share it with him. As soon as this store opened, he planned to make some changes in their arrangements. It would be time to move forward.

He had barely managed to put his tools away when he heard a knock at the back door. He frowned, wondering if Cyn had decided to surprise him and come back. But she was at the Lone Star Bar tonight with her friends.

When he opened the door, he was stunned to see Lisa standing there in the shortest shorts and tightest T-shirt he’d ever seen. In one hand, she held a paper sack, in the other, a six-pack of beer. Every muscle in his body tightened with dread.

“What’s up?”

She gave him a come-hither smile.

“A certain part of your anatomy, I hope.” She tried to push past him.

Jesse swallowed back the anger and blocked her with the door and his body.

“I’m on my way out, Lisa. You’ll have to excuse me.”

“Oh, Jesse.” She shaped her mouth in a deliberate pout and gave him what he assumed was supposed to be a tempting look. “I know you haven’t had a chance to eat. I thought we could—have a little picnic here.”

“There’s no place to eat. Sorry.” He felt his temper surging again and did his best to reel it back. “And I have to lock up.”

“No problem. I’ll follow you home and we can party there.” She jiggled the sack and the bottles at him.

Checking to make sure he had his keys in his pocket, Jesse nudged Lisa out of his way, closed the door and stepped out into the parking lot.

“Let’s not do this, okay?” He let out a breath, determined to hold on to his control. What had he ever seen in her anyway? “We had some good times, Lisa, but it was never more than casual fun. Now it’s time to move on.”

The pseudo-sexy look disappeared from her face, replaced by one of resentment.

“It’s that bitch that owns the store, right?” She glared at him. “I don’t know what you see in a woman that old, Jesse. Is she paying you to service her?”

He narrowed his gaze. “That’s a low blow, even for you, Lisa. I won’t even dignify it with an answer. Now, if you turn around, get in your car and head out of here, I’ll do my best to forget you even showed up.”

The rage burning in her eyes was so strong, Jesse wondered if it would leave a mark on him.

“Fine. But you’ll be sorry.” She turned with a flounce and then looked back over her shoulder. “Anyway, her store’s gonna be a flop. Guaranteed.”

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