Free Devils on Horseback: Zeke, Book 3 by Beth Williamson Page B

legs, heading towards his balls. She shuddered in his arms and pulled him even closer until he touched her womb. The force of his orgasm roared through him like a prairie fire, consuming him, burning him until he forgot his name.
    He felt her heart slamming against his, their breath coming in gusts like racehorses. The smell of sex, sweat and pleasure mingled around them. Zeke’s knees shook with the force of it all even as she trembled in his arms.
    “Holy hell.”
    Naomi woke slowly, pulling herself from the deepest depths of dreams. She shifted against the rough fabric beneath her, trying to remember where she was. One eye popped open and when she spotted the steel bars, the entire night came back to her in a whoosh.
    Zeke, the arrest, the incredible sex. Every second of it replayed in her mind with startling detail. Had she really been arrested, then tied up by the sheriff? And then experienced the most amazing intimate moments of her life in the blond man’s arms?
    One look at her wrist revealed some slight scratch marks from the rope, but nothing else. He’d brought her to the cot at some point while she slept. Hard to believe she would even be able to fall asleep in the jail considering how much the idea of being held against her will made her crazy. Yet she had, and slept hard too.
    The bright sunlight streamed in through the openings in the wall, which on a good day might be called windows. She spotted Zeke in front of the right window, arms folded across his chest, fully dressed.
    By the set of his muscles stretched taut against the blue chambray shirt, he wasn’t relaxed at all. More than likely the man hadn’t slept at all, which meant he’d watched her as she slept. That bothered her more than anything. Naomi hated feeling helpless, at someone else’s whim or mercy.
    He turned, as if sensing her perusal, and Naomi slammed her eyes shut. Of course, pretending to sleep made her pulse race and her heart want to jump out of her body. She focused on taking slow, measured breaths, keenly listening for the scrape of his shoes on the floor.
    “I reckon Lucy is waiting on you.” His voice startled her so badly because he was now two feet away from her without ever making a whisper of sound.
    Naomi’s eyes flew open and she sat up, realizing too late the only thing covering her naked body was the thin blanket that now sat puddled on her lap. Zeke’s nostrils flared as his gaze latched onto her already-hard nipples.
    She fumbled for the edge of the wool and yanked it up so fast, she almost punched herself in the chin. Naomi met his gaze steadily, unwilling to lose more of her dignity, even if her cheeks burned hot under his stare.
    “I expect she is. Hopefully I still have a job.” The last thing she wanted to do was talk to Lucy, particularly if it meant losing her job so soon after getting it.
    “Don’t worry, she won’t fire you.” Zeke walked over to the desk and leaned against it.
    “What makes you say that?” She glanced around, anxious to find her dress and put them on even playing ground. Naomi’s state of undress gave Zeke a serious advantage.
    “Lucy’s got a good heart. She gives everybody at least two chances.” He gestured to the cot. “Your dress is under there.”
    Damn him.
    She didn’t want to ask him to turn around because that would imply she was embarrassed to be naked in front of him. That, of course, would be stupid since he’d seen her inside and out. However, she hoped he’d be a gentleman and stop staring at her.
    Zeke didn’t live up to that expectation. If anything, he doubled his efforts to make her uncomfortable by ignoring her discomfort completely. What an ass.
    Well, she’d give him something to look at. Without a bit of shame, Naomi threw the blanket off, enjoying the shock on his ruggedly handsome face.
    “I should get dressed then.” She struggled to keep a grin contained. Power surged through her as she stood proudly nude in the jail. It should have occurred