Texas Wild (9 page)

Eight

“I
think this is a good spot,” Rico said,
bringing the car to a stop.

Megan glanced around, not sure just what it was a good spot
for, but decided not to ask. She looked over at him and watched as he unbuckled
his seat belt and eased his seat back to accommodate his long legs. She decided
to do the same—not that her legs were as long as his, mind you. He was probably
six foot four to her five foot five.

When she felt his gaze on her, she suddenly felt heated. She
rolled down her window and breathed in the deep scent of bluebonnets, poppies
and, of all things, wild pumpkin. But there was another scent she couldn’t
ignore. The scent of man. Namely, the man sitting in the truck with her.

“Lean toward the dash and look out of the windshield.”

Slowly, she shifted in her seat and did as he instructed. She
leaned forward and looked down and what she saw almost took her breath away. The
canyon appeared lit, and she could still see horses moving around. Herds of
them. Beautiful stallions with their bands of mares. Since she and Rico were
high up and had the help of moonlight, she saw a portion of the lake.

“So what do you think of this place, Megan?”

She glanced over at him. “It’s beautiful. Quiet.”
And secluded,
she thought, realizing just how alone
they were.

“It didn’t take you long to change clothes,” he said.

She chuckled. “A habit you inherit when you have impatient
brothers. Zane drove me, Gemma and Bailey to school every day when he was
around. And when he wasn’t, the duty fell on Derringer.”

Rico seemed to be listening so she kept on talking, telling him
bits and pieces about her family, fun times she’d encountered while growing up.
She knew they were killing time and figured he was trying to make sure she was
comfortable and not nervous with him. He wanted her to be at ease. For what, she
wasn’t sure, although he’d told her what he wanted to do and she’d come anyway.
They had kissed twice so she knew what to expect, but he’d also said he would
let her stay in control of the situation.

“You’re hot?”

She figured he was asking because she’d rolled down the window.
“I was, but the air is cooler outside than I thought,” she said, rolling it back
up. She took a deep, steadying breath and leaned forward again, trying to
downplay the sexual energy seeping through her bones. He hadn’t said much. He’d
mainly let her talk and listened to what she’d said. But as she stared down at
the canyon again she felt his presence in an intense way.

“Megan?”

Her pulse jumped when he said her name. With a deliberate
slowness, she glanced over at him. “Yes?”

“I want you over here, closer to me.”

She swallowed and then took note that she was sort of hugging
the door. The truck had bench seats, and there was a lot of unused space
separating them. Another body could sit between them comfortably. “I thought
you’d want your space.”

“I don’t. What I want is you.”

It was what he said as well as how he’d said it that sent all
kinds of sensations oozing through her. His voice had a deep, drugging timbre
that made her feel as if her skin were being caressed.

Without saying anything, she slid across the seat toward him,
and he curved his arms across the back of the seat. “A little closer won’t
hurt,” he said huskily.

She glanced up at him. “If I get any closer, I’ll end up in
your lap.”

“That’s the idea.”

Megan’s brows furrowed. He wanted her in his lap? He had to be
joking, right? She studied his gaze and saw he was dead serious. Her stomach
quivered as they stared at each other. The intensity in the hazel eyes that held
her within their scope flooded her with all kinds of feelings, and she was
breathless again.

“Do you recall the first time we kissed, Megan?”

She nodded. “Yes.” How on earth could she forget it?

“Afterward, I lay awake at night remembering how it had
been.”

She was surprised a man would do that. She thought since kisses
came by the dozen, they didn’t remember one from the next. “You did?”

“Yes. You tasted good.”

She swallowed and felt her bottom lips began to tremble. “Did
I?”

He reached out and traced a fingertip across her trembling
lips. “Yes. And do you know what else I remembered?”

“No, what?”

“How your body felt pressed against mine, even with clothes on.
And of course that made me think of you without any clothes on.”

Desire filtered through her body. If he was saying these things
to weaken her, break down her defenses, corrode her self-control, it was
working. “Do you say this to all the girls?” she asked—a part of her wanted to
know. Needed to know.

He frowned. “No. And in a way, that’s what bothers me.”

She knew she shouldn’t ask but couldn’t stop herself from doing
so. “Bothers you how?”

He hesitated for a moment, broke eye contact with her to look
straight ahead, out the window. Slowly, methodically, he returned his gaze back
to her. “I usually don’t let women get next to me. But for some reason I’m
allowing you to be the exception.”

He didn’t sound too happy about it, either, she concluded. But
then, wasn’t she doing the same thing? She had let him kiss her twice, where
most men hadn’t made it as far as the first. And then she was here at two in the
morning, sitting in a parked truck with him in Texas. If that wasn’t wild, she
didn’t know what was.

“You have such warm lips.”

He could say some of the most overwhelming words…or maybe to
her they were overwhelming because no other man had said them to her before.
“Thanks.”

“You don’t have to thank me for compliments. Everything I say
is true. I will never lie to you, Megan.”

For some reason, she believed him. But if she wasn’t supposed
to thank him, what was she supposed to say? She tilted her head back to look at
him and wished she hadn’t. The intense look in his gaze had deepened, and she
felt a stirring inside of her, making her want things she’d never had
before.

He must have seen something in her eyes, because he whispered,
“Come here.” And then he lifted her into his arms, twisted his body to stretch
his legs out on the seat and sat her in his lap. Immediately, she felt the
thick, hard erection outlined against his zipper and pressed into her backside.
That set off a barrage of sensations escalating through her, but nothing was as
intense as the sensual strokes she felt at the juncture of her thighs.

And then, before she could take her next breath, he leaned down
and captured her lips in his.

* * *

Rico wasn’t sure just what there was about Megan that
made him want to do this over and over again—mate his mouth with hers in a way
that was sending him over the edge, creating more memories that would keep him
awake at night. All he knew was that he needed to taste her again like he needed
to breathe.

In the most primal way, blood was surging through his veins and
desire was slamming through him, scorching his senses and filling him with needs
that only she could satisfy. He couldn’t help but feel his erection pressing
against her and wishing he could be skin-to-skin with her, but he knew this
wasn’t the time or the place. But kissing her here, now, was essential.

His tongue continued to explore her mouth with an intensity
that had her trembling in his arms. But he wouldn’t let up. It couldn’t be
helped. There was something between them that he couldn’t explain. It was wild
and, for him, unprecedented. First there had been that instant attraction, then
the crackling of sexual chemistry. Then, later, after their first kiss, that
greedy addiction that had him in a parked truck, kissing her senseless at two in
the morning.

He slowly released her mouth to stare down at her and saw the
glazed look in her eyes. Then he slowly began unbuttoning her shirt dress. The
first sign of her bra had him drawing in a deep breath of air—which only pulled
her scent into his nostrils, a sensuous blend of jasmine and lavender.

Her bra had a front clasp and as soon as his fingers released
it, her breasts sprang free. Seeing them made him throb. As he stared down at
them, he saw the nipples harden before his eyes, making hunger take over his
senses. Releasing a guttural moan, he leaned down and swooped a nipple between
his lips and began sucking on it. Earnestly.

Megan gasped at the contact of his wet mouth on her breast, but
then, when the sucking motion of his mouth made her sex clench, she threw her
head back and moaned. His tongue was doing the same things to her breasts that
it had done inside her mouth, and she wasn’t sure she could take it. The strokes
were so keen and strong, she could actually feel them between her legs.

She reached out and grabbed at his shoulder and when she
couldn’t get a firm grip there, she went for his hair, wrapping some of the
silky strands around her finger as his mouth continued to work her breasts,
sending exquisite sensations ramming through her.

But what really pushed her over the edge was when his hand slid
underneath her dress to touch her thigh. No man had ever placed his hand
underneath her dress. Such a thing could get one killed. If not by her, then
surely by her brothers. But her brothers weren’t here. She was a grown
woman.

And when Rico slid his hands higher, touching her in places
she’d never been touched, his fingertips making their way to her center, she
shamelessly lifted her hips and shifted her legs wider to give him better
access. Where was her self-control? It had taken a freaking hike the moment he
had touched his mouth to hers.

Then he was kissing her mouth again, but she was fully aware of
his hand easing up her thigh, easing inside the crotch of her panties to touch
her.

She almost shot out of his lap at the contact, but he held her
tight and continued kissing her as his fingers stroked her, inching toward her
pulsating core.

He broke off the kiss and whispered, “You feel good here. Hot.
Wet. I like my fingers here, touching you this way.”

She bit down on her lips to keep from saying that she liked his
fingers touching her that way, as well. Whether intentional or not, he was
tormenting her, driving her over the edge with every stroke. She was feeling
light-headed, sensually intoxicated. He was inciting her to lose control, and
she couldn’t resist. The really sad thing was that a part of her didn’t want to
resist.

“And do you know what’s better than touching you here?” he
asked.

She couldn’t imagine. Already she had been reduced to a
trembling mess as he continued to stroke her. She gripped his hair tighter and
hoped she wasn’t causing him any pain. “No, I can’t imagine,” she whispered,
struggling to get the words out. Forcing anything from her lungs was complicated
at the moment.

“Then let me show you, baby.”

Her mind had been so focused on his term of endearment that she
hadn’t realized he had quickly shifted their bodies so her head was away from
him, closer to the passenger door. The next thing she knew he had pushed the
rest of her dress aside, eased off her panties and lifted her hips to place her
thighs over his shoulders.

He met her gaze once, but it was enough for her to see the
smoldering heat in his eyes just seconds before he lowered his head between her
legs. Shock made her realize what he was about to do, and she called out his
name. “Rico!”

But the sound was lost and became irrelevant the moment his
mouth touched her core and his tongue slid between the folds. And when he began
stroking her, tasting her, she couldn’t help but cry out his name again.
“Rico.”

He didn’t let up as firm hands held her hips steady and a
determined mouth licked her like she was a meal he just had to have. She
continued to moan as blood gushed through her veins. His mouth was devouring
her, driving her over the edge, kicking what self-control remained right out the
window. The raw hunger he was exhibiting was sending her senses scurrying in all
directions. She closed her eyes as moan after moan after moan tore from her
lips. The feelings were intense. Their magnitude was resplendent and stunning.
Pleasure coiled within her then slowly spread open as desire sharpened its claws
on her. Making her feel things she had never felt before. Sensations she hadn’t
known were possible. And the feel of his stubble-roughened jaw on her skin
wasn’t helping her regain control.

“Rico,” she whispered. “I—I need…” She couldn’t finish her
thought because she didn’t have a clue what she needed. She’d never been with a
man like this before, and neither had Gemma before Callum. All her sister had
told Megan was that it was something well worth the wait. But if this was the
prologue, the wait just might kill her.

And then he did something, she wasn’t sure what, with his
tongue. Some kind of wiggly formation followed by a fierce jab that allowed his
mouth to actually lock down on her.

Sensations blasted through her, and she flung back her head and
let out a high-pitched scream. But he wouldn’t let go. He continued to taste and
savor her as if she was not only his flavor of the day, but also his flavor of
all time. She pushed the foolish thought from her mind as she continued to be
bombarded with feelings that were ripping her apart.

She gasped for breath before screaming again when her entire
body spiraled into another orgasm. She whimpered through it and held tight to
his hair as she clutched his shoulders. He kept his mouth locked on her until
the very last moan had flowed from her lips. She collapsed back on the car seat,
feeling totally drained.

Only then did he pull back, adjusting their bodies to bring her
up to him. He tightened his hold when she collapsed weakly against his chest.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her, their lips locked together intensely.
At that moment, she was craving this contact, this closeness, this very intimate
connection. Moments later, when he released her mouth, he pulled her closer to
him, tucking her head beneath his jaw, and whispered, “This is only the
beginning, baby. Only the beginning.”