Texas-Sized Trouble (Wrangler's Creek #4)

“We keep doing this,” she complained when they broke for air.

Yes, they did, and despite the recent eighteen-year break they’d had from each other, they just picked up right where they’d left off. It was as if they were in the baseball dugout again. Or the seat of his truck. And then there’d been his mom’s house, which Eve now owned. But this apartment had one huge advantage that the other places didn’t.

Privacy.

Unlike every other single place where Eve and he had made out, there was no chance that someone could come walking in on them. Too bad. Because in those days and nights past, it had slowed them down so that he could keep watch. There was nothing to slow them down now, which meant it could lead to quick and dirty sex on the floor.

Emphasis on the quick.

He didn’t mind being swept away on a tidal wave of lust, and he was willing to deal with regrets and consequences, but he wasn’t sure Eve was ready for it. That’s why he pulled back to give it one last shot at trying to talk to her.

She blinked as if puzzled by the halt. “Are we playing the game?” she asked before he could say anything, and she didn’t wait for him to answer, either. “Because if so, I’d rather you just kiss me until I melt.”

Those were not the right words to open up a logical discussion about this. However, it was effective in getting him to kiss her again. And Lawson thought she might indeed be melting. She was definitely soft and pliable in his arms, and while their tongues did some playing around, Eve played around by sliding her hands to his lower back and pulling him even closer against her.

Other than the millimeters of clothes, there was no more space between crucial parts of their bodies, and Lawson did something to rid them of that last obstacle. He caught onto the hem of her loose cotton dress and pulled it off over her head.

And he got a nice surprise.

A lacy red bra and panties. Not the practical kind, either. These were sheer and looked more for show than for covering anything vital. He could see nipples peeking out behind the lace.

She followed his gaze. “Now that I no longer need a nursing bra, my taste in underwear has gone...slutty.”

“I like slutty,” he assured her.

In fact, he liked it a lot because there was some peeking going on behind the lace in the panties, too. But the nursing-bra comment was a reminder that they did need to do some talking as to whether or not any of this was emotionally a good idea. As opposed to this just being a dumb thing physically. He would have launched into that conversation, too.

If Eve hadn’t unzipped him enough so she could put her hand in his pants.

She went right into the waist of his jeans and boxers and found pay dirt. Of course, it wasn’t difficult to find since he already had a raging hard-on.

“We used to do slutty quite well,” she whispered, her voice all breathy.

Yes, they had. They were doing a pretty damn good job of it now, as well. Because Lawson put his hand in her panties.

“I just want to make sure you’re ready for this,” he said.

That didn’t come out right, considering that at the exact moment those words left his mouth, his fingers slid through all that slick heat between her legs. At least she had the physically ready part down pat.

Her eyes were also showing some heat. And she played dirty with the touching. She slid her fingers the entire length of him and then right back up, all the while her hot breath kept hitting against his mouth and neck.

“I haven’t had sex with you in nearly eighteen years,” she reminded him. “Just how ready do you think I am?”

Plenty ready, he was sure of it, but that was the brainless part of her talking. Unfortunately, it was making a lot of sense to his corresponding brainless part. Despite that though, Lawson thought he was going to get a reprieve so he could launch into that much-needed discussion when Eve took her hand out of his jeans. But he soon realized that she did that only so she could wet her fingers with her mouth and go back in.

Hell.

He hadn’t had much willpower left, and now his brain cells were frying. Lawson knew he had to say something with the pinch of breath that he managed to gather, and he forced out one word.

“Lick,” he said.

Okay, it was the right word, but it got Eve stopping with the hand job, and there was now a little confusion mixed with the heat. “You or me?” she asked.

“Me licking you.” Because that might give him time to get things under control. He still wasn’t sure full-blown sex was the way to go here.

She stared at him a moment, then smiled. “All right. Then it’ll be my turn.”

And she started to get ready for her turn by unbuttoning his shirt. She left it on but finished unzipping his jeans, making him wonder just where this licking was going to take them.

Apparently, it was going to take them to the floor.

That’s because when he went to lick her lips, it turned into a full-fledged French kiss, complete with a new round of groping. Now, with even fewer millimeters of fabric between them, the heat skyrocketed right out of control.

Suddenly, he was starved for her. Also suddenly, time seemed to matter. The touches became more frantic. Ditto for the kisses. And that’s why they started for the hardwood floor.

Lawson knew he had to make one last-ditch effort, and that’s why he made sure they landed with him on top of Eve. He also pinned her hands so that she couldn’t go underpants-exploring again.

“I really want to finish this the old-fashioned way,” he assured her.

And that was a nice way of saying he wanted to be hard and deep inside her. Hard, deep and hitting her in just the right spot with his own much larger right spot. But he had just enough common sense to know that he didn’t want to do something that could hurt her.

After all, it’d only been three months since she’d given birth to Aiden.

He gathered both of her wrists in one of his hands. Again, to cut down on the touching. She touched anyway, though, by lifting her hips to grind against his hard-on. It was possible his head exploded, but thankfully the rest of him didn’t. With all her bucking and moving, he managed to get his right hand back in her panties.

One touch there, a couple of slippery slides of his fingers, and the urgency returned for Eve. She struggled to free her hands. No doubt so she could go after his dick. But Lawson held on. Kept on touching her, too. Thankfully, they’d had enough practice, and he hadn’t forgotten all the ins and outs of her body.

Nope.

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