The Quick and the Hot 2: Slick Rider (8 page)

With some short, quick steps, he maneuvered her closer to the wall. Visions of shoving her against it, hitching her leg over his arm, and spearing her on his cock drowned him.

“I’m shocked a cowboy dances at all. When would you learn?”

“There’s a lot of downtime. And it gets mighty boring.” He cast a look at the table where his friends sat. “Billy taught me everything I know.”

She giggled, the vibration running through his forearm around her middle. He turned her to face him again and tipped her chin up with a forefinger. Staring into her eyes, he wet his suddenly dry lips.

“Tonight, I want your world to touch mine.”

Her shaky inhalation brought him to a complete stop. “Juss…”

“No, listen to me. I’ve been with other women, yes. But I knew from the start this is different.” He traced a line down her nape to the uppermost knob of her spine, raising a shudder. “Those moments when we lay talking together meant as much as the privilege of touching you.”

“For me too,” she rasped.

Dammit, he hadn’t meant to say those things at all. When he went on his way and she hers, words like that wouldn’t help either of them.

Placing his lips to her ear, he whispered, “I have a suite reserved for us. I’ve had enough of this gala.” He swept a hand toward the exit. “Tonight, I want you all to myself.”

Chapter Six

A pressure of longing that was almost pain sliced Lilly’s heart. Juss’s words stole her last bit of resistance. Isn’t this why she’d come? To experience the thrill of being with him one last time? She’d gone from not believing she could capture a man like Juss Rossie to doing just that—countless times, in fact. One more night was what she needed before she walked away forever.

He slipped his callused fingertips down her spine. Heat shot straight to her pussy. She pressed her thighs together and dug her nails into his shoulders. Damn, he looked gorgeous tonight. The unruly cowboy from rehab had transformed into a suave hunk. While she adored her memories of Juss with messy hair, bare-chested and wearing only shorts, she had to admit she loved this side of him.

Ballroom dancer and seducer. Giving up control to him would be like slipping into a hot bath.

As easy as falling in love.

She tensed. The idea that she might be in love with him had crossed her mind more than once since they’d gone their separate ways, but it was a fantasy—nothing more. She’d become infatuated with her memories, that was all.

The longer she stared into his chocolaty eyes, the more she squirmed.

“Come upstairs with me, Whiskey. But know that if you do, you’re mine in all ways.” He caught her wrist and drew her fingers to his lips. One at a time, he placed soft kisses on her knuckles, then fingertips. By the time he finished, her panties were soaked and her knees ready to give out.

When she didn’t respond, the corner of his lips twitched up. “Lilly? What’s your answer?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

A fierce look claimed his handsome features. “Goddamn right.” With that, he swung her into his arms.

Squawking, she drummed his good shoulder with a fist. “Set me down! You’re going to injure yourself, and I won’t be responsible.”

“I’m going to be responsible for making you scream the walls down, sweetheart. Now shush.” Striding past their table, he flashed a smile. “Go ahead and drink our portion of the wine. We won’t be back.”

Several woots and guffaws followed her and Juss from the room. She buried her face against his neck as she flushed through several shades of red.

His chest rumbled. “I’ll never live this down,” he said.

As he entered the empty elevator with her, a thrill hit her belly. She was going to be alone with him—in his arms again.

“Give me your mouth, Whiskey.”

His gritty tone made her raise her head. Electricity crackled between their gazes. After swooping in, he crushed his lips to hers. She moaned and opened to his seeking tongue. Hot, delicious. Juices pooled between her thighs, and her nipples were as hard as jewels. If he didn’t touch her soon, she’d combust, and he’d be left cradling a pile of ash.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with every ounce of passion she’d been denied for the past month. His musky scent heightened her want until quiet moans broke from her.

Juss shoved her against the elevator wall, suspending her in his arms. Angling his head, he plunged his tongue deeper into her mouth with every pass. His erection pressed against her hip, a hard ridge she wanted to touch, to taste.

“Put me down,” she rasped between kisses.

He let her slide down the length of his body until her high heels hit the floor. Clinging to him, she tugged his head down and continued to pour her heart into their kiss.

Hooking a hand under her leg, he lifted it and ground his cock against her mound. She cried out as he pressed on her magic button, swollen inside her wet panties.

“Hell, sweetheart, you keep making those noises, and I’m gonna ruin my pants.”

She giggled, bursting with the joy of simply hearing his drawl again.

He caught her lower lip between his teeth and gently worried it back and forth. He rocked into her pussy again while kneading her ass with his free hand. She tugged off her gloves and scraped her nails over his scalp, reveling in the feel of his soft hair.

The elevator came to a cushioned stop, and Juss released her leg. Grabbing a hand, he towed her into the hall. With a glance left and right, he got his bearings and headed to the right while fumbling in his jacket pocket. When he withdrew a key card, she smiled.

It seemed he was as eager as she was. That had to count for something, didn’t it?

His possessive grip on her hand did things to her heart she didn’t want to contemplate.

The tux fabric pulled and released across his back as he fed the key into the slot. The instant the green light flashed, he shoved the door open. Ripping her off her feet, he rushed into the space.

She gasped as he pinned her against yet another wall. Her spine struck, but he cradled her head with a palm. Unbridled desire throbbed in her core. She dropped her gloves and the small purse she carried. Grasping his belt buckle, she tore it open. The button and zipper were no match for her.

He growled as she skimmed her fingers over the mushroomed head of his erection. Wild with wanting now, she slid down the wall to her knees.

He planted his hands on the wall over her head. “Sweet Jesus,” he groaned.

She pulled his length free of his boxers, reveling in the velvety steel. Nuzzling it, she drew a deep gulp of his scent. Soap and water. Spice. The hint of leather that never left him though he’d never worn leather around her.

“Mmm.” Parting her lips, she took his head in her mouth. A bead of salty cum lay in the depression, and she scooped it up with her tongue as she slid the mass of his clothes to his ankles. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of the clothes.

A full-body shudder racked him. Her pussy clenched tight as she sucked him in balls-deep. Swallowing around the fullness, she lost herself in a daydream of being able to do this every day.

He pumped his hips in slow rhythm to her ministrations. When he cupped the back of her head and brought her nearer, she hummed with longing.

“Hell, Whiskey. I’m gonna blow.” He gripped her under the arms and dragged her up the length of his body. Their gazes locked. Slowly he lowered his head to hers.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth and withdrew just as quickly. “I can taste myself on you.” With a passion that was almost violence, he claimed her mouth again. As each dizzying pass sent her soaring off the Richter Scale, she stripped off his coat and lariat and fumbled with the buttons on his starched shirt.

Gliding his hands over her body, he ruched up her gown. When it was around her waist, he paused to swirl a finger around her bellybutton ring.

“God, I missed this,” he grated out. He slid a hand down to cradle her pussy. Looking into her eyes, he rumbled, “I’m going to worship every inch of your body tonight. When I’m finished, you won’t know where I end and you begin.”

I don’t know now.

After fishing the last button through the hole, she went to work on his cuff links. “Getting you out of a tux is much more challenging than your shorts.”

The corner of his mouth twitched upward, but something sad passed behind his eyes. Before she could ask why, he plucked her off her feet and spun for the bed.

Silk coverings and a plush mattress cushioned her. He spread her out and knelt between her legs, cock bouncing on his ridged abs. She watched his eyes grow hooded as he stared down at her.

With measured slowness, he traced a path down her outer thigh, making circles behind her knee to her calf. By the time he encircled her ankle, she thought she’d melt into a puddle.

He pulled off her heel, then went for the other leg. Following the same path, he removed that strappy silver heel too. Again, he cupped her pussy.

“At least you aren’t wearing pantyhose. Although while we danced, I was having fantasies of peeling them off your luscious legs.” He grabbed her ankle again and bit into her calf.

“Juss!” He sucked and nipped a line up to the V of her legs, lowering himself to the bed as he did. When his heated breath washed over her inner thighs, she bucked. Digging her nails into his scalp, she tried to guide him where she wanted him most.

How many times since they’d parted had she fingered herself to memories of his mouth and tongue?

“My turn to taste you.” After hooking a finger under the elastic of her panties, he plucked the thin strip of cloth. The noise of threads popping made her giggle again. But when the cloth fluttered aside to reveal her soaking pussy, she sobered.

“It’s so good to see that dimple, Whiskey.”

She held his gaze as he opened his mouth wide and delivered one big kiss. Her cry mingled with his groan. He swirled, licked, lapped, and nibbled her clit until the first pulsations were a breath away.

“I’m going to—” Her words were lost on a scream. Waves of bliss pounded her. Cream soaked his lips and jaw. He growled as she wet him, and drove his tongue deep into her channel.

Arching upward, she rode into the clouds as his penetration extended her release. When he brought her down again, tenderness for this man brought tears to her eyes.

He lifted his head and met her gaze, triumph burning in his eyes. “Not remotely finished, Whiskey.”

Turning his head, he bit her inner thigh. She cried out as the pleasure-pain knifed her belly again. Juices ran down her folds. He caught them on his fingertips, then licked them off.

“God, Juss. I can’t get enough of you.”

Again, something moved behind his eyes. “Me either.” He gripped her hem and pulled her dress overhead. The lightweight confection she’d been so proud to wear tonight hit the floor in a crumpled wad.

As Juss covered her body, he captured her lips. Her flavor on his lips made her throb to have his tongue inside her again. He ground his cock against her pussy. They shared an animalistic sound.

He slid a hand under her and located the clasp of her bra. With a practiced flick, he released it. The tight band loosened, and he freed her of the cloth. Her panties still clung to her one thigh, making her feel beautiful and sexier than ever.

Juss rolled away and reached over the side of the bed. He rooted around for a moment.

“What are you doing?”

“I didn’t come unprepared.” He lifted a black duffel bag so she could see what he meant.

Expecting him to pull out a condom, she sighed. Her nipples pinched hard with anticipation. Instead, buzzing met her ears.

She gasped as he waved a long, thin silver vibrator. She’d experimented with a toy or two, but never played with a man this way.

Sharing with Juss thrilled her. Giving him control over her body—her pleasure—sent tendrils of heat through her core.

“You ready for the best night of your life?” he drawled.

It
was
the best night of her life. She couldn’t tell him that without giving away her heart, so she just nodded.

He skimmed the vibrating wand over her nipple. It tightened, and she cooed with pleasure. He moved to the other nipple, circling it maddeningly. Just as she thought she’d have to grab the vibrator and take matters into her own hands, he ran it down her belly.

Holding her gaze, he slid the wand over her mound in a horizontal line. When he added a hooked line beneath it, creating the shape of a J, she sucked in a harsh breath.

J. For Juss.

His dark eyes were heavy with desire as he slicked the wand through her wetness and slid it into her pussy. Her walls clamped around it, hugging the extension of Juss’s fingers.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take what you want.” He watched her buck against the toy, drawing it deeper until the small end reached her G-spot. The first thrills hit with a force that stole her breath. Release drowned her.

Clawing at the covers, then at his bare shoulders, she fought to reclaim her senses. Words spilled from her heart and jumped into her mouth.

“Juss, I need you in me. Now.”

A fierce expression possessed his features. He tossed the toy to the floor. Another moment and he had a condom settled in place. As the gleaming tip of his cock stretched toward her aching pussy, she held her breath.

When he was situated at her moist heat, she gazed into his eyes, heart pounding. Hoping this night would never end.

THE NEED TO own Lilly stole Juss’s control. With an urgent shove, he filled her tight, sweet body. His balls nestled against her flesh, and for a dizzying minute he thought he’d lose it.

Fighting the urge to come, he began to move. Pink roses bloomed in her cheeks as he slid out of her pussy. Juss couldn’t stop looking at her. The beauty of her features was amplified tenfold tonight. Every time she met his gaze, he was reminded of their early moments together when he believed her interesting to look at but not beautiful.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

Damn, could he really watch her walk away after tonight?

The answer was a mind-stealing
no
. He wasn’t going to get her out of his system. Hell no, he wasn’t going to let her get away from him. Not tomorrow. Not ever.