Free Wildcard by Cheyenne McCray Page A

along with the sound of her own heartbeat. “We just met.”
    “The pictures Dee keeps in the family room.” He gently continued massaging the back of her head as the jets caressed her body. “Months ago when I saw those photos of you, I thought you’d be worth getting to know real well.”
    Prickles raced along her skin. “Who are you?”
    “Foreman for the Flying M.” He shrugged. “Been here ‘bout six months.”
    “You live and work here?” Trace clenched her fist against his chest, her thoughts spinning. “At the ranch?”
    The corner of his mouth quirked and he nodded. “Uh-huh.”
    Oh, lord.
    “That’s just great.” She rested her head against his muscled chest. “That’s like leaving Eve in the garden of Eden. Irresistible temptation within walking distance.”
    Jess chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her ear. “Irresistible, huh?”
    Shifting on his lap, she felt the hard insistence of his cock pressed against her ass, and could hardly form a coherent thought for a moment. What if he slid into her tight rear hole and fucked her now?
    Taking a deep breath, she said, “I don’t know what it is, but you make me forget everything.” She leaned back and tilted her head to look at him. “Except you. All I can think about is you. And I barely even know you, Jess Lawless.”
    “That’s as good a start as any.” He adjusted her in his lap, turning her so that she was straddling him, his cock pressed against the soft curls of her mound. “For now I want to see you come again.”
    She laced her fingers around his neck and arched her back as he leaned down to flick his tongue over her nipple. The damp ends of her hair rubbed over her back as she moaned and squirmed on his lap, against his erection…dying to feel him inside her, yet hesitating to take that step, to cross that boundary.
    Jess slid his forefinger between her thighs as he licked and sucked and gently bit her nipples. Harder he stroked her clit, bringing her closer to yet another orgasm.
    “I can hardly wait to be inside you, Trace,” he murmured against one nipple. “I want to thrust into your pussy and fuck you now so bad I can taste it.”
    “Yes,” Trace whispered as she rode his fingers. “You’re so big. You’ll feel so good.”
    He groaned and bit harder at her nipple, causing Trace to cry out with the pleasure and the pain of his teeth sinking into her soft flesh. His cock pressed against her belly as his hand worked her clit, and she wondered when he was going to slide inside her.
    Deep. Hard. Fast.
    Just the thought was enough to push her over the edge. A furious climax stole her breath and all her senses, going on and on until she collapsed against his chest.
    She expected him to raise her up, to drive his cock into her core.
    Instead it sounded as though he was speaking through clenched teeth as he said, “I’ve got to go before I lose what’s left of my control.”
    “What?” Trace rose up to look at him, but he grasped her waist with his big hands, moved her aside and set her on the bench. “What are you doing?” she asked as he strode out of the hot tub.
    He snatched the towel off the deck chair and rubbed it over his body. Even while she was confused by his sudden actions, she couldn’t help but admire his muscled body.
    Talk about prime choice cowboy ass!
    But when he started to yank on his jeans, she scrambled out of the hot tub to stand beside him, water trailing over her body and pooling about her feet.
    “You’re gonna catch a chill,” he muttered, taking the now damp towel and rubbing it over her shoulders. “I intended to grab a fresh towel for you.”
    Conflicting emotions stormed through her. Was he rejecting her now that he knew she wanted him? Was that why he was leaving? Yet he was rubbing the towel over her so gently, and instinctively she knew this man didn’t play games.
    “Why are you getting dressed?” she asked as he dried her thighs, the soft hair of her mound, and on down to her