Kinkade, Lea - I Got a Feelin' [The Chisholms of Texas 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (8 page)

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Samantha and Ryan had enjoyed a wonderful meal together and were now entering the club for the dancing part of their date. Ryan had been wonderfully attentive during dinner, asking her questions about herself and answering every question she asked him. He had taken every opportunity to hold her hand over the table during the meal and had talked her into sharing the tiramisu for dessert, which he had fed to her off his fork. At both her house and at the restaurant, he had lifted her into the passenger side of his big truck as her pencil skirt didn’t allow her to make the trip on her own.

Although he acknowledged several friends on his way into the club, Ryan took her to a table for two that had a “reserved” sign on it on one side of the dance floor. It was as far away from the normal foot traffic of the club as you could get. Ownership did have its privileges. Helping her onto her seat, he asked her if she wanted him to put her purse behind the bar and she agreed, giving it to him. He asked her what she wanted to drink and she gave him her order. While he was at the bar, he ordered a shot of Jameson and a diet soda for her and a beer for himself. The waitress would bring the drinks to the table as soon as the bartender was done pouring them.

Samantha was swaying to the music when he returned to the table. The DJ was playing a fast-tempo song by Billy Currington, and he knew Samantha really enjoyed his music. As he returned to the table, he noticed a cowboy named Pete Chively leaving their table and slinking across the dance floor back to his own table. Coming up behind Samantha, he slid his hand gently up her back and onto her shoulder. Accepting the caress, she looked up into his face and smiled.

“Is everything all right?” he asked as he gestured to the table where Chively had slunk off to.

Samantha smiled. “He asked me to dance and I declined.”

As the song morphed into a slow song, Ryan offered her his hand. “Let’s dance.”

Taking his hand, Samantha let him lead her onto the floor. Swaying back and forth in his arms brought their bodies into perfect alignment. As she lifted her hands to his shoulders and let her fingers trail through the hair at the nape of his neck, she could feel her nipples stabbing through the front of her shirt.

At least she was well camouflaged, she thought. This blouse had a geometric design in red and yellow. It would hide her erect nipples from all but the closest inspection. As she felt her pussy begin to weep into her panties, she felt the bulge against her lower abdomen telling her that he was already aroused. She had felt his substantial girth a couple times when they danced last night. She felt sexy and wanton to know that she affected him just as much as he affected her.

After two slow songs, the DJ started to play some rocking country songs and the dance floor filled with single women and couples alike as they all did the bump and grind to the thumping music. Ryan took Samantha’s hand and led her back to the table. Being so close to the music, they couldn’t really talk, so they sat at their table, holding hands and swaying to the music as they drank their drinks.

Ryan nursed his beer and Samantha ordered another shot of Jameson for courage. She was still sipping on her Diet Coke. When another set of slow songs came on, Ryan got up from his chair and pulled her onto the dance floor. They swayed back and forth to “Who Are You When I’m Not Looking” by Blake Shelton and danced to another slow song right afterward. When the DJ put on “I Got A Feelin’” they laughed a little, remembering Ryan’s question to Samantha the last time they had danced to this song. Samantha was beginning to think of it as their song.

Samantha and Ryan swayed together in the middle of the dance floor. As the DJ increased the tempo once again, they stayed on the floor for a good half hour and then returned to their seats, laughing at nothing. They alternated the next couple of hours with dancing and sitting and holding hands until about midnight when Ryan leaned in close to her ear. “Do you want to go someplace quieter, darlin’?”

Suddenly nervous, Samantha simply nodded her head. Holding her hand, Ryan led her up to the bar and asked the bartender for Samantha’s purse and then handed it to her.

Waving at his brother Ryder, who was working behind the bar, Ryan led her out the front door into the warm night air. They walked quickly to Ryan’s truck where he handed her up into her seat and she buckled the seat belt. Climbing in beside her, Ryan started the truck and said, “I could have danced with you all night, darlin’, but we couldn’t talk in there. Is it okay if we go back to your place?”

“Sure, let’s go back to my place.” They made the trip in silence and, once he was parked, he made his way around the front of the truck and helped her down. As they entered the apartment, Samantha turned on the overhead light and put her purse on the table. Still nervous, she mumbled something about making coffee and headed into the kitchen. As she fumbled her way through making a pot of coffee, she could feel Ryan watching her and waiting. She knew he had felt her nipples stabbing at him through their shirts and would know that she had been as aroused as he had been.

He prowled around the family room, making light conversation and watching her like he was ready to pounce. She finally entered the family room with two cups of coffee, set them on the coffee table in front of the love seat, and sat down. Instead of sitting on the couch where she expected him to sit, he sat next to her on the love seat. As she busied herself with stirring her coffee, he moved in closer to her, ignoring his own cup. Setting down her coffee cup, she turned to him.

As she turned toward him, Samantha was surprised to find his mouth right there. He slowly bent his head and took her lips in a passionate kiss. His lips moved over hers, and his tongue insistently sought entrance to her mouth. Moaning softly, she granted his unspoken request and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue exploring her mouth. He tasted like cinnamon and something else she couldn’t name.

His arms came around her and pulled her body into his. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and she could feel his hard cock against her hip. He gently pushed her back against the cushion and leaned over her. Samantha’s hands grabbed his biceps. Angling his mouth, he took the kiss deeper, demanding a response from her. Samantha tentatively met his tongue with her own. He groaned deeply and pressed their bodies more tightly together, grinding his rock-hard cock against her hip. He pulled her body to his and they lay chest to chest, their bodies perfectly matched.

Moving her arms up his biceps, across his shoulders, and around his neck, she tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck. He wore his hair a little longer than most men, and she wasn’t sure if it was how he normally wore it or if he had gone too long without a haircut. Whichever reason, it was damn sexy. Samantha knew her nipples were hard as pebbles against his chest. His hands roved over her back, dipping down onto her ass as he pulled her closer to him.

They couldn’t get close enough to assuage the need.

Rolling so that she was on top of him, he pulled her in tighter against his body. One arm moved up around her shoulders while the other arm caressed her back from her shoulders to her ass. Already wet at his first touch, Samantha’s panties grew soaked as he angled in for a deeper kiss that went on and on, getting hotter and hotter. Her nipples were poking into his chest like diamonds and she was panting. She was actually panting! Lord have mercy, this man was potent. They were going to have sex on the love seat in her family room! On that thought, she came back to her senses and gently pulled herself away from his hard, hot body. Placing her hands on his shoulders, she pushed slightly. He gentled his touch immediately.

Reaching up he swept her hair out of her face and breathed in deeply. “Are you wearing a new perfume, darlin’? You smell delectable.”

Panting, she leaned her forehead against his. “It’s Midnight Pomegranate. I found it at Body Boutique.”

Giving her another quick kiss on the mouth, Ryan wrapped his arms tightly around her body, crushing her to him so she could feel how hard he was. “I want to stay,” he murmured in her ear.

When she looked into his eyes, she saw barely restrained hunger in his intent gaze. She had already decided to let this night go wherever it took them. However, she’d never taken the lead in seduction before and had no idea what to do. Not knowing where she found the courage, she took one of his hands in both of hers as she rolled off his body and slowly stood up from the love seat. As she drew him back toward her bedroom, he asked her if she was sure she wanted to do this. “Yes. I want you to stay, too.”

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His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he gently pulled her to one side of the bed and turned on one of the lamps. He looked at her hungrily in the soft light and pulled her into his arms for a steamy kiss. His mouth made love to hers, his tongue imitating the motion that his cock would be making in her pussy in just a few minutes. Surprising him, Samantha stroked his tongue and mouth with her own as she boldly pressed her body closer into his.

Ryan’s hands were shaking as they went to her waist, reaching for the hem of her shirt. He gently caressed the material of her blouse, just above the waist of her skirt, causing her to shiver. Without breaking the kiss, he angled his body away from hers as he started tugging her blouse up her body. Breaking the kiss long enough to pull the blouse across her tight nipples and over her head, he threw it to the floor.

With his hard, hot hands back on her body, Ryan reached for the waistband on her skirt, slowly working his hands between the material of the skirt and her bare ass. He felt the single string of her G-string as his fingers moved lower. Hands finally where he wanted them, he pulled her closer to his straining erection as he slid his mouth to her neck and gently nipped at her earlobe.

Samantha’s hands had been busy, too, as she had frantically worked to undo the buttons on Ryan’s dress shirt. He pulled her tighter to him and she moaned in frustration. She worked her hands up to his shoulders and pushed him back. Confused, Ryan let her push him away but began reaching for her again almost immediately.

“You take care of yours and I’ll take care of mine,” Samantha said breathlessly.

“Meet you in the middle of the bed,” Ryan rasped back.

Quickly, they finished undressing themselves. Naked, they came together on their knees in the middle of the bed, where they both gasped at the sensation of skin touching skin. Ryan could feel her nipples biting into his chest and could feel the heat from her weeping pussy. His cock was standing at attention against his abdomen. Pulling her into his arms, he eased them down on the bed so they were lying on their sides, facing each other, skin to skin.

Rolling, he quickly moved so that he was propped up over her. Kissing her lips, he glided his mouth down across her cheek, down her neck and over her collarbone to the turgid peak of one nipple. He took it into his mouth as he licked and sucked. As his hand found her other nipple, he began to squeeze that nipple between his thumb and index finger, bringing a moan of pleasure from Samantha.

“Your tits are amazing, darlin’. A perfect fit for my hands. Your body is off the charts.”

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Samantha’s hands were roving over Ryan’s muscled back and ass. He had muscles everywhere. His ass was a work of art. She’d known it was spectacular when he’d been bent over to pick up his trash from their lunch earlier in the week. It was even better experienced this way, skin on skin. She wanted to take a bite out of it. Samantha was stunned at herself. She didn’t think she’d ever been this turned on before. She wanted him closer to her. She wanted him inside her.

“Yours isn’t half bad either, handsome,” she moaned.

Ryan moved his attention away from her breasts, past her ribs and down past her stomach. Samantha moaned in ecstasy when the fingers of one hand held her nether lips open as his tongue stabbed into her pussy. His tongue dipped playfully through the folds of her flesh even as one long finger found its way deep inside of her. When that finger hit a certain spot inside of her pussy, Samantha nearly came off the bed, crying out in pleasure.

He licked ravenously through the folds of her pussy, pushing two long fingers inside her, once again locating that sweet spot of pleasure. Samantha cried out again and arched into his fingers. As Ryan continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her pussy, Samantha felt a tightening sensation in her back and the spot where his fingers entered her. The feeling was like a coiled spring, coiling tighter and tighter, almost painful. When his tongue found her clit, she shattered around his fingers and tongue, crying out her fulfillment.

Moving back up her body, Ryan brought his mouth back to Samantha’s and gave her a gentle kiss. She could taste another flavor on his lips and tongue and realized it was herself. Returning the kiss, she wrapped her arms around his waist and gently rubbed his back. She could feel his rock-hard erection against her stomach and knew he must be in agony. Moving gently against him, she spread her thighs wide, cradling him with her body. His hands and mouth found her breasts again, bringing the nipples back to diamond-like hardness within a matter of seconds.

Rising to his knees, he tested her readiness to take him. He knew from when he had used his fingers earlier that she was amazingly tight. Finding her juices flowing and her pussy ready for him, he reached for his pants and jerked out the three condoms from his back pocket, quickly unrolling one over his iron-hard cock. Holding his cock with one hand, he lowered his body to enter her pussy.