One Night With a Cowboy (8 page)

He cut the engine, and the sound of the air-conditioning blower died. He released
the seat belt that tugged across his chest and turned in his seat to face her. Reaching
out, he leaned his forearm against her seat back and let his fingers trail onto her
shoulder. “I haven’t exactly been in this situation lately, either. I mean out with
a woman. At least not with a woman like you. Not recently anyway. Actually, not for
a really,
really
long time.”

There he went with the true confessions again. Good thing she was leaving tomorrow.
This woman could be dangerous for him if she were staying around for much longer.

“That makes me feel much better.” Her gaze dropped from his eyes to his lips.

He wanted to kiss her so badly, it was nearly impossible to keep his own eyes from
focusing on her mouth. In fact, he was having a hell of a time keeping his hands off
her.

Without realizing how he got there, he found himself leaning closer. Close enough
he could hear every one of her rapid breaths perfectly. “Becca?”

“Yes.” She released the clasp on her own seat belt and met his stare with a bold one
of her own.

That was it. He took it as a signal, whether she’d meant it to be or not. He leaned
in and swallowed hard. What had he been planning to ask her again? Oh, yeah, if he
could kiss her. That seemed like a moot point now with him hovering so close to her
lips. One small move on his part, or on hers, would put them in contact. She drew
in a shaky breath that had his gut twisting with need.

It had been a long time since he cared enough to take time kissing a woman. Usually
locking lips was simply a necessary means to an end. That end being to get the buckle
bunny du jour out of her panties. He’d kissed that string of girls after his divorce
not because he’d wanted to, but because it unlocked the pussy he needed to bury his
pain and anger inside. Hell, some of them he’d never bothered kissing at all. Becca
was different. The urge, the need, to kiss her drove him.

To hell with being appropriate. He closed the distance between them. With one hand
cupping her face and the other wrapped around her waist, Tucker took his first kiss
from the woman who’d been tempting him for hours. Since the moment he’d first laid
eyes on her, looking so out of place in the arena.

He groaned with satisfaction at the first taste of her lips. There was no keeping
this kiss chaste. Eyes closed, he tuned out everything surrounding them—the sound
of the traffic on the highway, the cool air in the truck rapidly being replaced by
summer heat. He concentrated only on her and sank deeper, and still it wasn’t enough.
Wrapping one arm around her, he hauled her against him. With his hand splayed on her
back he felt the thundering of her heart.

This kiss with Becca felt different. Bigger, somehow. Tucker wanted to savor it. To
take his time. To test and taste every nuance of this woman. Yeah, he wanted all the
rest—all of her—but for now this was perfect. He was happy. He tilted his head, changing
the angle and giving him even more possession of her mouth.

The small sound that escaped her throat as she parted her lips to his probing nearly
did him in. He growled a response and tightened the grip he had on her with his one
hand, while the other plunged deeper beneath the fall of her hair. It was so soft
it felt like a curtain of silk against his skin as his fingers cradled her head.

He tasted the beer on her tongue as it tangled with his, and he thanked God he’d chosen
not to have a drink at the arena. He didn’t want anything, especially not alcohol,
clouding this. He’d woken up too many times with only a hazy memory of the girl he’d
been with and what had happened the night before. That wouldn’t be the case tonight.
Tomorrow he’d have crystal-clear memories of every second, of every sensation, sight,
and sound.

She sighed against his mouth. It set his pulse racing and his cock throbbing. If just
a sigh did this to him, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like to hear her come.
He wanted her beneath him during a full body-writhing orgasm, but for now, he’d be
happy with another pleasure-filled sigh. Tuck drew her closer still, tighter against
him, until there was nothing between them but the thickness of the clothes they both
wore. She came to him easily. He took advantage of the bench seat and guided her until
she straddled him where he sat in the center.

Making out in a truck had its disadvantages, mainly the lack of space and the risk
of getting caught, but it had a certain nostalgic charm as well. As a teenager, he’d
lost his virginity in the front seat of his first truck. An old clunker that broke
down as much as it ran. Damn, he’d loved that old thing. His initiation into the world
of sex, with women and not his own hand, was just the first of many good memories
associated with the vehicle he’d long ago replaced.

No, Tucker didn’t object to being in the truck. He just never thought he’d be in his
thirties and making out in the front seat like he was a teenager again. At least now
he had a few more skills in his sexual repertoire, not to mention more control of
himself than he’d had back then. Though as Becca leaned harder against him and he
felt the heat between her legs clear through the denim of his jeans and straight through
to his cock, he had to question that control a little bit. If he’d been ten or fifteen
years younger, he’d worry he might shoot off right there inside his pants. That’s
how much her closeness tortured him.

Even so, there was no way in hell he was going to move her. Instead, he planted a
palm on each cheek of her ass and held her right where she was. He’d be happy if she
stayed pressed against him, just like this, for a very long time.

When she started making small circles against the crotch of his jeans, the seam of
which was pressing right into his erection, Tuck drew in a sharp breath through his
nose. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take before he either flipped her onto
her back and took her right there, or actually did end up coming in his pants.

A vibrating in Becca’s front pocket pulled his attention away from his wishing both
of their clothes would spontaneously disappear so he could plunge into her. He reluctantly
pulled back. “I think your jeans are getting a call.”

“Sorry.” Breathless and adorably apologetic, she leaned back from him just far enough
to wrestle her cell phone out of her front pocket. She glanced at the read-out. “It’s
a text from Emma.”

Of course her sister would be looking for her. They’d been right behind Emma and Jace
on the drive over, right until the red light he’d been lucky enough to hit had separated
them. Still, it shouldn’t be taking him and Becca this long to park and go inside
to the bar—unless they were occupied doing something else, of course. Tuck noticed
Jace wasn’t texting him asking where they were. Smart man. He always had been a good
wingman. But Emma and Becca were a different story. As much as he hated the interruption,
it was right for Emma to worry about her sister and check on her.

“I’m sure they’re inside waiting for us.” He smothered his disappointment. Inside,
where there were lights and people, and where it would be really inappropriate for
Becca to straddle him and press her hot-as-hell body against his like she was doing
now.

Since she didn’t move, Tuck remained where he was as he watched her read the text
and then type in what he assumed was a response to her sister. Then she shoved the
phone back into her pocket and leaned forward again. With a groan, she wrapped her
arms around his neck and zeroed in on his mouth for a kiss deep enough to surprise
even him.

He shamelessly took full advantage of the contact, sliding his tongue between her
lips, plunging into her mouth the way he’d love to plunge another part of him inside
a different part of her. Meanwhile, that other part of him was currently very happy
with Becca’s close proximity, even if they were still clothed.

He allowed himself a few moments more to enjoy her before, like an idiot, he pulled
away and did what he considered to be the right thing. “I guess we should get inside.
They’re expecting us.”

“I texted Emma and told her not to wait for me. Is that okay?” Her words came out
soft and a bit hesitant.

Was she really worried he wouldn’t want to stay right here and make out with her,
rather than go inside to some bar full of strangers watching them? The thought nearly
made him laugh. What man wouldn’t want to stay here and ravish her?

“Yeah.” He smiled and added, “Very okay.”

The shyness or insecurity, or whatever had made her sound uncertain before, was completely
gone when she leaned in this time. While Becca kissed him, she pressed harder against
his belt buckle.

Her kiss got more intense. Her tongue tangled with his as enticing sounds escaped
her throat and she ground her pelvis against his. There was no cowboy on earth who
wouldn’t love getting his buckle polished in this particular way. Tuck was no exception.
With her ass held firmly in his hands, he followed her motion against him.

She may have complained she was getting fat and her jeans were too tight, but he enjoyed
every beautiful curve on her. Besides, tight jeans could only work to his advantage
right now. If hers were torturing her the same way his were him, she felt every move
the two of them made together threefold thanks to the denim pressing into her. He
decided to help with that.

He ran one hand down the cheek of her ass until he could reach between her legs, then
he rubbed the sensitive spot hidden beneath her clothing. She drew in a staggering
breath the moment his fingers made contact.

Oh, yeah. He’d have her coming in no time, right through her pants. His only regret
would be not being inside her at the time. He repeated the action and rubbed her again.
This time she pulled back from the kiss and let out a breathy sound of pleasure that
nearly had him coming, too. With more space between them because she’d leaned back,
he had more room to operate, and he took full advantage of it. Bringing his hand around,
Tucker approached Becca from the front this time.

Her eyes drifted closed as he started to work her in earnest. She began to breathe
heavier, and he wished for the hundredth time they were both naked. Or at least she
was, so he could give her just a taste of what a man who knew his way around a woman’s
body could do.

She unfastened the top button of her jeans, and his stroke faltered. He stopped moving
all together as she slid her zipper down. The invitation was clear, and who was he
to ignore a lady’s invite?

His hands were big, and her jeans were tight, but he was nothing if not a problem
solver. He slid his palm, fingers first, down the silky skin of her stomach and beneath
the waistband of her panties, all the way to her warm, plump lips. Hot and wet, just
as he’d hoped, she was ready and waiting to be taken, and he was in the mood to take
all she offered.

Just the touch of a fingertip on her clit had her hissing in a breath. She braced
her hands on the seat back on either side of his head. Good. She’d need something
to hold on to now he had access to what he needed to drive her crazy. He’d have preferred
to use his mouth, but this would have to do. For now.

He worked her until her whole body began to shake and she gave up the attempt to be
quiet, letting her cries fill the truck and surround them. He ignored the tingling
in the hand he had squeezed into her jeans as it began to fall asleep from lack of
circulation. He wasn’t going to stop until he had her writhing from his touch.

Luckily, he didn’t have long to wait. Her grip moved to each of his shoulders as she
held tight and rode his hand. A frown creased her brow and her eyes remained slammed
shut as the unmistakable sounds of a woman in orgasm hit him hard. He kept working
her until she fell forward against him, gasping for breath. Tuck found he was breathing
pretty damn hard himself.

They stayed like that. Becca heavy against him, panting. His hand still inside her
pants because she was on his arm and he couldn’t move—not that he really wanted to
in spite of the pins and needles. Finally, she leaned back again and he pulled his
tingling hand out of the happiest place he’d been in quite a while.

With eyes heavily lidded and full of desire, she looked every man’s fantasy even before
she reached for his belt and began to unfasten the buckle. His pulse raced. A woman
only opened a man’s pants for one reason, and that was because she was interested
in getting to know what was inside a little better. And he sure as hell wanted her
to. But damn, here was not the place for what he wanted to do.

He put his hand over hers to stop her before she unleashed the beast and he couldn’t
control himself.

“I don’t want to do this here. Zip up.” He patted one well-shaped ass cheek and leaned
his head back as far as he could, away from the temptation of her kisses so he could
say what he needed to before he got distracted again. “We’re going inside and I’m
getting us a room . . . If that’s all right with you.”

“I don’t want you to have to spend the money on a hotel room.” Since she kept her
hands on his buckle and tantalizingly close to his dick, he didn’t think she was coming
up with an excuse because she was worried about being alone in a room with him. Her
concern really must be the cost.

“If you’re honestly worried about me spending the money, don’t be. I took second in
the bull riding tonight. I went to the payout window right before the autograph signing
and now I’ve got an envelope stuffed full of cash in my gear bag.” As well as the
strip of condoms Jace had put in there. Damn, he really, really hoped he’d be using
some of those tonight. “Now, if you don’t want to—”