Page 19 of Her Steamy Cowboy

The room is exactly like Jace—masculine but comfortable, with dark wood furniture and cream-colored walls. A king-sized bed dominates one wall, and a stone fireplace graces another. Through the French doors that lead to his private balcony, I can see the last rays of sunset painting the mountains gold.

"You came."

I turn to find Jace leaning against his bathroom doorframe, fresh from the shower. His hair is damp, his feet are bare, and he's wearing nothing but worn jeans and a soft gray t-shirt. The sight of him like this, relaxed and casual in his private space, makes my mouth go dry.

"Did you think I wouldn't?" I ask, aiming for playful but my voice comes out breathier than intended.

He crosses the room in three long strides, and suddenly I'm in his arms, my back against the door.

His kiss is different from the ones we shared in the conference room—deeper, hungrier, like he's been holding back all day and can't anymore. One hand tangles in my hair while the other spans my lower back, pulling me flush against him.

I grip his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath soft cotton. His mouth trails down my neck, and I gasp when he finds that sensitive spot below my ear.

"Been thinking about this all day," he murmurs against my skin. "About you. Couldn't focus on a damn thing after that meeting."

"That makes two of us," I manage, sliding my hands into his damp hair. He makes a low sound in his throat that I feel more than hear.

“I could get used to this,” he whispers between kisses. “Having you here every night.”

The words send a shiver down my spine. How many times have I imagined this? Being here with him, belonging here? His thumb traces my cheekbone as he pulls back just enough to look at me, and the intensity in his eyes takes my breath away.

"Jace—" I start, but he kisses me again, and whatever I was going to say dissolves into the feeling of his mouth on mine, his hands holding me like I'm something precious, something he never wants to let go.

The kiss turns molten, Jace's tongue delving deep to tangle with mine. His large hands roam my body hungrily, sliding under my blouse to span my bare back. I arch into him, craving more, and he groans against my mouth.

He strips my blouse off and tosses it aside. My bra quickly follows, leaving me bare from the waist up. Jace's heated gaze rakes over me possessively.

"So gorgeous," he murmurs, cupping my breasts. His calloused thumbs brush over my nipples and pleasure jolts through me. "Love these perfect tits."

I moan as he dips his head, taking one aching peak into his hot mouth. He sucks hard, teeth grazing, before laving the sting with his tongue. My head falls back against the door as he switches to the other breast, giving it the same toe-curling attention.

“Fuck that feels good,” I whimper, my hips rocking against the thick ridge of his erection.

I'm so empty it aches.

Jace releases my nipple and kisses a path down my stomach. Then he sinks to his knees.

"Look at you," he growls as he gazes up at me. "So fucking sexy.” He grabs the waistband of my jeans and pulls. With a few efficient tugs, my jeans and panties join my blouse on the floor.His hands skim up my thighs, spreading them wider. "I could spend hours worshipping this pretty pussy."

I whimper as he leans in, his breath hot against my aching core. "Please, Jace..."

Jace nuzzles my inner thigh. “Please, what?”

"Your mouth," I gasp. "I need your mouth on me."

His answering groan vibrates against my skin. "With pleasure."

And then his mouth is on me and I'm lost. His lips and tongue work me expertly, licking and sucking, stoking the fire inside me higher and higher. He grips my hips, holding me steady as I grind against his face, chasing my pleasure.

"That's it, baby," he encourages between long licks. "Ride my face. Get yourself off with my tongue.”

Obscene wet sounds fill the room as he devours me. I tangle my fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. The coil inside me winds tighter and tighter until it finally snaps.

"Jace!" I cry out, my back bowing off the door as I come hard against his mouth. He groans, lapping at me greedily, prolonging my pleasure until I'm boneless and trembling.

He kisses his way back up my body until he can claim my mouth in a searing kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue and it makes me burn for him all over again.

“I love the faces you make when you come,” he says roughly, his forehead resting against mine. "You're so beautiful when you let go, baby.”