Free A Marriage Made in Texas (The Brothers Kincaid) by Eve Gaddy

behavior.”
    He didn’t want to talk about jerks, or think aboutanother man’s hands on Gail. Not when he wanted, very much, to put his own hands on her.
    “Dance with me,” he said. He found a darkened area of the dance floor and took her in his arms. Holding her close against him, he didn’t speak at first, but let the music wash over them, a woman singing a bluesy, sexy ballad. Bending down, he spoke quietly in her ear. “Did you wear this dress to torture me? Because it’s doing the job. All I can think about is getting you out of it.”
    Soft laughter was his answer. A few minutes later she said, “Jay?”
    He looked down at her, saw those lush lips smiling and wanted to dive in right there. “What?”
    “Matching lingerie.”
    By the time they left the party he was damn near whimpering.
    For the first time in his life, Jay wished he didn’t drive a sports car with bucket seats, a stick shift, and an extremely small back seat. So he wouldn’t even touch her. With a thirty-minute drive ahead of them, he couldn’t afford to. But he wanted to. The night was dark, the parking lot was deserted…maybe just one kiss. He drew in a breath and shook his head. Start the car, he told himself. While you still can.
    He hadn’t considered Gail kissing him, but he should have. She wrapped herself around him, locked those lovely lips on his, and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. His hand slipped inside her bodice, inside her bra and he felt the bare, silky skin of herbreast. His fingers touched her nipple, felt it pearl, and they both moaned.
    He wanted to see her, had to see her. He tugged the clingy fabric down, pushed down her bra and gently lifted out one perfect breast. “Beautiful,” he murmured, as the moonlight shone through the window. His lips closed around a deep, dusky rose nipple. He licked it and then sucked it, as it grew to a hard point to tease his tongue. The gearshift stabbed him in the side, and he released her breast, cursing.
    They stared at each other, both of them gasping for breath. “There’s a hotel right here,” he said. “With a big, comfortable bed in the room. Why are we leaving?”
    “The puppies. Don’t you need to—” Her eyes fluttered closed when he cupped her bare breast. “See to them?” she finished, a breathless moment later.
    He started to say to hell with the animals, they’d be fine, but he knew if he left them shut up in the laundry room all night, the place would be a shambles. And if he went into that hotel with Gail, he knew he wouldn’t come out until morning. At least.
    “You’re right. Damn it.” Regretfully, he pulled her bra and dress up to cover her breast, cranked the engine and started the long drive home.
    As if he needed anything more to turn him on, she kept her hand on his thigh the whole way. And he discovered, once they got on the highway and he didn’t need to shift, that she wore thigh-high hose and very little else under that sexy blue dress.
     
    T HEY MADE IT INSIDE , barely, before they started ripping off each other’s clothes. Jay backed her up against the wall. His lips crushed hers, his tongue plunged inside her mouth with hot, rapid thrusts. She met him stroke for stroke, her hands grappling with his shirt buttons, even as she felt the zipper at the back of her dress slide down.
    “This dress is really pretty,” he said, and sucked on her earlobe. “I want you out of it.”
    She laughed as he pushed it down over her arms, past her hips, until it pooled at her feet. Stepping back, his hot gaze slid over her, and she felt as if she’d been blasted by a furnace. Then his mouth was on hers, his hands on her breasts, popping the front closure of her bra and peeling back the cups.
    He cupped her bare breasts, caressed them, then his head dropped and he sucked her nipple, tonguing the tip of it until she put her hands in his hair and pressed him harder against her. He tormented one breast, moved to the other, gave it the same,