Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine's Day (4 page)

"Just tell me one thing, Dallas." This would
either piss him off and send him stomping, or it would clear the way for her to
let the sexy charge between them amp up.

He stiffened. "Okay. Ask me." He had to know what
was coming next.

"Did you abuse your girlfriend?" Kira held her
breath.

Dallas's eyes sobered as he locked gazes with hers.
"Kira, I swear on my mother's grave, I have never hit a woman, a child, or
an animal. I can explain the assault charges, but it'll take a while."

She believed him. Based on his words, on what she knew from
the short time they'd spent together, and from the few things Boone had told
her without breaking his promise of confidentiality to Dallas. He was not
guilty.

She slid her palms up his chest and locked her fingers
around the back of his neck. "Action first. Talk later."

His eyes glowed, half lidded, and his breath blew hot on her
face. "Damn."

****

Dallas couldn't hold back the growl that rumbled out of him
as he tugged Kira against him, one hand on her back, the other cupping her
tight, round ass. "Sweetheart, you may not be in any shape to talk after
the action." Tipping his head, he took her mouth with his. Her lips
pressed soft and warm against his as they finally shared their first kiss.

His belly quivered with the raw desire to take this woman
hot, rough, and fast. His tongue invaded her mouth, the sweetness of her
margarita lingered and mixed with the sensual taste of her.

The elevator doors slid apart and he flung out a hand to
hold them open. He ended the kiss but she clung to him with her eyes closed.
"Just a few more feet, sweetheart."

Her lids rose slowly. "If I'd known you kissed like that…"
She sucked in a choppy breath.

He grinned and scooped her up in his arms. "We woulda
been doing this since December?" Ah, shit, that sounded like he was
looking for something long term with her. He strode down the hall looking for
their suite.

A little pucker marred the perfect skin between her brows.
"Do you think we can make up for lost time?" She gave him a wicked
leer.

A chuckle rolled from his chest as he set her down in front
of the Wrangler Suite. "Damn sure gonna try."

He slid the keycard from his pocket and opened the door,
guiding her in ahead of him.

"Oh. This is gorgeous." Kira walked in, looking
down at the pure white carpet.

Dallas followed, taking her hand and leading her to the
black leather couch, bracketed by two red leather chairs. The furniture faced
floor-to-ceiling windows that glowed with the setting sun behind the skyline of
Vegas. "Fancy."

He looked to his right. A small wooden bar with two stools
stood in front of a mural of wild mustangs racing across scrubland.

"Perfect choice of suites." Kira let go of his
hand and walked to the bar. A silver bucket held a bottle of chilling
champagne. She tapped it with her finger. "Should we?"

He shook his head. Behind her, the open door to the bedroom
showed the room radiating in golden sunlight. He gestured toward it.
"Should we…check out the bedroom first?"

She glanced toward the room and looked back at him, her lips
parted, her nipples hard against her soft dress, and her cheeks warmed with
color. "Turn off your phone." She backed into the bedroom and pulled
her phone from the little white bag hanging from her shoulder.

He tugged his phone from his pocket, turned it to silent,
and tossed it onto the bar. Blood rushed from his head down to his groin,
filling his cock and pulsing in his balls. Following her into the bedroom, he
barely glanced at the big window framing the view of the strip, the red satin
bedspread, or heavy wood furniture before his gaze riveted on her.

Kira faced him and kicked off her sandals.

He mirrored her, toeing off his boots. Somehow, a barefoot
Kira wound him up faster than any other woman had, barefoot, or butt naked. He
had to watch this connection they had. It could last a few days, even a week
'til after Boone's wedding. But that would be the end. No long-term, long-distance
anything.

But for now, this was good. She was as hot and ready as he
was, and he couldn't deny himself a taste of Kira.

She sauntered over toward him, the look on her face
seductive and impatient. She lifted his hat from his head and set it on the
dresser. She must appreciate the importance of a cowboy's best hat. Tugging at
the first button of his shirt, she darted her tongue across her bottom lip.
"How do you like it, cowboy?"

His hips jerked as a blast of lust rocketed into his shaft.
"Hard and fast the first time, sweetheart. Then slow. Hours of sweaty, hot
sex in a dozen different positions."

Her eyelids fluttered as she sucked in a breath.
"Somehow, I knew you'd want it just like that."

He unfastened the six small buttons at the front of her
dress. "And you're okay with skipping the party tonight?" Boone would
understand, based on basic guy code, but Gigi? He doubted it.

She slowly shook her head. "She'd kill me." She
tugged his shirt out of his pants and finished the last buttons.

"More likely, she'd send Boone up here to get you, and
no matter what you said, I'd be the bad guy." He slid one dress strap off
her shoulder revealing a lacy blue bra strap. His big, tanned hand against her
pale skin revealed her fragile side. It caught him by surprise and shook him a
little.

"Okay, let's do this." She ran her hands up his
abs to his chest and purred for a second. "Let's do the hard and fast
thing and see what else we have time for, after."

He slid his fingers across her shoulder. Soft, delicate. His
palm eased down to her bicep and he took her whole arm in his hand, his fingers
and thumb touching. "You're so…slight." He would need to be careful
with her, and not lose himself when he wanted to get rough.

Her fingers played in his chest hair. "I fool people.
I'm loud and assertive, and they don't realize I'm kinda skinny."

He looked into her eyes. "You're not skinny.
You're…" What had his mom called it? "Willowy."

Her brows rose. "That's probably the nicest thing
you've ever said to me, cowboy."

Damn, she was right. He hadn't been very forthcoming with
his compliments. "I've got a few other lines that you'll find much
nicer." He tugged off his shirt and threw it.

"Oh, uh huh." She touched him, his shoulders, his
abs, his chest, his arms. "You are packed, big guy."

He flexed a little. "Helps me hang on to whatever I'm
ridin'."

She lifted a brow and gave him a skeptical look.

He laughed. "Sorry, that sounded a hell of a lot better
in my head than it did comin' out my mouth."

"Try again." She smiled as she unbuckled his belt.

The brush of her fingers sent wicked flares down his belly
to tighten his gut and tingle at the base of his spine.

"I'm gonna peel this dress off you." With one
finger of each hand, he eased the dress straps down and did what he'd promised.

As the garment slid past her beautiful breasts, his mouth
watered at the hard, peachy nipples peeking at him from under the lace of her
bra.

She shivered and her lips formed a small "O."

"I'll suck those perfect nipples into my mouth and play
with them until you rip your nails down my back."

Kira swallowed. "Yes, I can do that." Her voice
came out on a breath.

He lowered her dress to the slight swell of her hips where
it caught on her panties in back, hung up where her sweet ass rounded
perfectly.

With a shimmy, she shook it loose and let it drop.

"Aw God." Her body glowed in the setting sun.
Long, thin legs, a flat stomach boasting an outie belly button that he had to
taste. Her panties matched her bra, blue and lacy. Her ribs showed slightly in
a very feminine display that drew him forward for a touch.

She blinked rapidly, her mouth opened as her breathing sped
up.

The first touch of his fingertips on her skin jolted them
both, sending a bolt of desire down into his gut. He eased his palm along her
ribs and stepped behind her. He ran his knuckles down her spine, stopping when
he reached the elastic of her panties.

"You can tear them off," she whispered.

"Uh uh." He hooked his
finger under the band. "You'd make me pay for them out of my half."
Catching the label embroidered into the back, he recognized the brand from his
favorite TV commercials. "And I bet these are damned expensive
drawers."

She laughed. "Drawers?" Then she shivered.
"It'd be worth losing my favorite drawers to get you moving faster."

"Gettin' kinda bossy, there, Kira." He grasped her
hips. "This is the part of our evening where I go as slow as I please. And
I want to enjoy every second of unwrapping you."

A little mewl escaped her lips. "Tease."

"Yep." He sat on his heels. "Nothin' for you
to do but relax and enjoy it." He caught the sides of her panties, careful
not to snag them with his rough hands. Easing them down slowly, he revealed her
fine, firm ass…and a tiny tattoo. "What's this? A little surprise for
me?" It looked like a bunch of colored circles.

Dallas sat on his heels on the plush bedroom carpeting with
Kira standing in front of him, facing away. She arched her back and tipped her
ass in a mouthwatering display. "Balloons."

He turned her a few inches until the sun caught the ink on
her ass cheek. "I'll be damned."

"I've always loved them. Still do." She
straightened up. "Kind of silly, huh?"

He kissed the spot, a slow brush of his lips and a decadent
flick of his tongue. Her taste, sweet and salty, burst on his tongue. "Not
silly at all." If he had to get a tattoo of something he loved, would it
be bronc riding? A sexy buckle bunny? Hell no. He'd have Kira's whole gorgeous
body tattooed on him. Pulling back, he frowned. Had he used the word "love"
in context with this woman? His warning bells went off, sounding like the words
"don't trust" as they rang in his ears.

"Dallas? Everything okay?" She stiffened. "Oh
cripes, are you a tattoo hater?"

He chuckled. "No, I'm not a tattoo hater." He
shook off the fear that threatened to end his enjoyment of a wild,
no-expectations night—or week—with the hottest woman he'd ever known. "I'm
just taking my time." After sliding her panties down to her ankles, he ran
his hands up her legs.

She shivered and leaned back a little.

"Too rough?" His calluses were permanent, from
years of working with horses.

"Nu uh," she breathed. "Feels really
good."

Did she like it a little rough?

He wrapped both hands around one thigh and his thumbs
overlapped. So thin. "God, I love your thighs." Delicate, translucent
skin. He had to take it slow, choose positions that wouldn't bang her around
and bruise her.

"You're a thigh man?"

A short laugh barked from his chest. "Not until just
this second." He gently grasped her legs in his hands, feeling her muscles
quiver.

She stepped one foot out of her panties and spread her legs
a few inches wider. "Take your time." Her voice sounded frustrated.
"It's not like I'm dying for release here."

With a grin, he bit her ass cheek, the one without the
tattoo. "Sarcasm will only delay things." He rubbed his thumbs along
the backs of her thighs, right under where they met her ass. Unable to resist,
he licked the same spot, long, sweeping drags of his tongue starting from the
outside and ending at her ass crack.

The scent of her arousal, musky and sweet, invaded his nose,
stabbing through his brain and sending slices of lust down his spine. He
nibbled on her ass cheeks as she moaned and clenched her hands into fists.

With quick nips and licks along the cleft of her ass, he
stood. He pressed kisses to each of her vertebrae, soaking in her floral scent.
When he reached her bra, he unhooked it with one hand, a technique he and Boone
had practiced and perfected when they were teens.

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pressed his hands to
her stomach and snugged the length of his denim-clad erection against her firm
ass.

"I want you, woman."

She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and placed her
hands over his.

The gesture struck an extra heartbeat in his chest. He liked
having her in his arms. It felt like…home. Home? Goddamnit, where had that come
from? He barely resisted jumping back. And running. Sex. This was sex and
nothing more. He couldn't afford any more.

She turned to face him and one bra strap slid off her
shoulder.

Sex was easy to lose himself in. He focused on her blushing
cheeks and dilated pupils that made her eyes a dark green. "You're
beautiful, Kira. I'm a lucky man."

Her lips curved up. "You are, and I hope I'll be
getting lucky pretty quick here, too."

He waggled his brows at her. "Pretty quick. Still a
passel of teasing left to do."

"Uhhh."

In his arms, her body vibrated with need. He pulled her bra
straps down and tossed the lacy thing onto a chair in the corner.
"Damn." Perfect D cups, so pale he could see small veins under the
surface. Her nipples and darker areolas puckered tighter at his stare.

"Are you a breast man, too?"

He held her breasts in his palms, loving the softness of her
skin over the firm orbs. His thumbs flicked her tight nipples. "Yep.
Breasts, thighs, ass. Every amazing part of you that I can't get enough
of."

Her body shimmied with each pass of his thumbs. "I have
a couple parts…" She sucked in a breath. "That you haven't seen
yet."

His balls heated and another burst of blood flooded his
cock. "I want to explore you, spend long hours tasting and touching."

"Mmmm. We don't have that long."

He laced his fingers through her satiny hair. "You are
the most impatient…" He tilted her head and kissed her, his lips parting
hers, his tongue running along her teeth, fencing with her tongue until the
pressure in his groin nearly made him black out.