He climbed the stairs with dread in his chest. Not the usual state for a man planning to bed a woman. He tapped on his bedroom door, heard her laugh and cursed himself for being a fool.
He opened the door and stood in the doorway, unable to move. The most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever known was lying in the middle of his bed, apparently naked with the covers pulled up around her shoulders.
“Why, if it isn't E.J. Kincaid.” Her Texas drawl caressed each word, gave him wood from across the room. “What can I do for you this evening, Mr. Kincaid?” Her pretty, dimpled smile invited him to step inside.
He couldn’t help but grin in response. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.” He kicked the door closed behind him. “Uh, Jenna…honey…”
She crooked her finger at him. “Well, you’re wearing entirely too many clothes. Come over here and I’ll help you out.”
He took a couple of steps nearer.
“Be careful. If you trip right now, you might pole vault out the window.”
He laughed and stepped to the side of the bed. “Not my fault. You seem to have this effect on me.”
She flashed another killer grin. “That’s nice. I like that.” She held out her arms and he leaned down to embrace her, letting his fingers slide over the smooth skin on her back. She pulled him toward her and lifted her chin.
He emitted a groan as he gave in to the lure of her lips. He sat beside her on the bed, kissing the full, sweet lips and holding her in his arms.
She unbuttoned his shirt and stroked his chest with her fingers. Spirals of desire emanated from her fingertips. Her short nails scratched softly against the hair on his chest. The desire swirled lower grabbing him by the testosterone, made him shrug out of the shirt.
He just wanted to feel her flesh against his. Wanted to experience the rush to his loins when her breasts melted against his chest. He sucked in a breath.
“Jenna, there’s something I wanted to tell you.”
She flicked open his belt and found the zipper on his jeans. “Yes,” she said pleasantly.
Her touch caused him to momentarily forget anything he might have wanted to say.
A soft chuckle close to his ear brought another wave of lust with it. “Are you going to wear those boots to bed, cowboy?”
“Um, I guess not.” He pulled off his boots and socks, slinging them under the bed. Aw, hell! His pants were fitting way too snug now anyway, so he stripped those off too and sat back on the edge of the bed. “Jenna, there’s something…”
“I can’t hear you,” she whispered, drawing him closer. Her lips grazed his cheek and then the side of his neck as she wound her arms around his shoulders.
He leaned over her, found her mouth again and sank onto the bed beside her. When she opened the covers to display her lovely body, he scrambled close, unable to resist the desire to hold her.
His pulses pounded in his head as he trailed kisses down the side of her throat, to her breast. Oh, yes! She arched toward him. Oh, no! He pulled back. “Honey, I have to tell you something,” he blurted out in a rush.
He nodded. “It’s important.”
She ran her tongue along his neck, tracing his pulse.
“Oh, Jenna! You’re killing me. Seriously now, I've got to tell you the truth.”
She jerked back in surprise. “You’re married! So help me, E.J. Kincaid, if you tell me you have a wife back in Dallas, I will kill you dead.”
He grinned. “Nothing like that.” He exhaled a long breath. “You’re the only woman...the only woman in my life.”
She huffed out a breath too. “Okay then. Tell me. I can take anything else.”
“Damn, I hope so.” He struggled for words, then blurted out, “I lied to you about us. I—we never had sex.” He watched a wide range of emotions play out across her face.
“Then how did I wake up naked in your arms?”
“I got your boots off and you did the rest. I swear.”
“You’re telling me that you pulled off my boots and I stripped naked?” Her voice rose a whole octave in timbre.
“That’s about it. You passed out right after that.”
“And you’re telling me you didn't molest me while I was out cold?”
“I swear. I did not.”
She slapped him, her open palm making a resounding noise against his cheek.
He sucked in a deep breath and let it out all at once. “Okay, I deserved that.” His cheek stung from the slap. “I just held you all night long, and if it’s any comfort, I didn't get much sleep.”
“What the heck was the big idea?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. It was dumb. I realize that now. You were giving me a pretty hard time the day before and I figured you’d have a fit when you woke up in my bed.” He shrugged. “But you woke up all soft and pretty and I...I started falling in love with you.” He grazed her shoulder with his lips. “I couldn’t help myself.”
She blinked a couple of times and stared up at him. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound emerged.
“Jenna, please don’t be mad at me. I care about you so much.”
She made a strangling sound deep in her throat. “Why did you tell me now?”
He rested his forehead against hers. “Because I didn't want the lie to go on. I didn’t want you to think our first time had been some drunken hook up.”
She swallowed; blinked again. “So, this is our first time?”
It felt like a giant hand was squeezing his heart. “If you want it to be.” He nuzzled her neck, felt her pulses throbbing under his lips.
She pulled back and gazed at him thoughtfully, then traced her finger down his jaw line. “Yes,” she whispered. “I want it to be.”
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