Page 40 of Ridin' True

For a moment, all I could do was stare.

The tattoo on his left bicep started on his back. I couldn’t see where it began, but the feathers of his eagle-like wing wrapped around the front of his shoulder, the image extending down to his elbow.

His chest had no ink, just a thin layer of dark hair spread across both his pectorals. He also had a treasure trail—the hair at his belly button descending toward his hips, and disappearing in his pants. Down on his right side, just above his jeans and beside the six-pack I couldn’t miss, there was another tattoo. It was a skeleton dressed as a cowboy riding a horse as he spun a lasso over his head.

Before I had a chance to reach out and touch him, Jed was tugging my shirt out of my jeans. Then it was my turn to lift my arms as he slid my silk top right off of me. I wasn’t near as much to look at as he was, but when his large hands took hold of my sides, pulling me toward him, I got the impression he wasn’t disappointed.

He kissed me thoroughly, until I was lying across my bed, his body hovering over mine.

He dragged his lips from my mouth, down my neck, descending further still as he yanked one cup of my strapless bra from over one of my breasts. I whimpered at the sensation of his tongue on my pebbled nipple. Then he sucked me into his mouth, and I hitched both of my knees on either side of his hips as I sank my fingers in his hair.

Goodness gracious,I loved his hair—thick and soft and perfectly tug-able.

He shoved a hand beneath me, and I arched my back in response. My bra was gone a second later, and then my opposite nipple was in his mouth.

I was still fully clothed from the waist down, he wasn’t even near my sex, and yet, I was on the verge of an orgasm.

“Jed,” I moaned with a thrust of my hips.

He let my nipple go with apop, then peered at me from beneath his lashes.

“You done with foreplay?”

“Are you kidding? I thought the ridewasforeplay,” I replied, mostly joking but kind of serious.

He chuckled, and the grin that accompanied the sound made my sex clench.

“I like you,” he muttered, reaching for the button at my jeans.

He yanked my zipper open, and I was so turned on I didn’t understand what was happening when he stopped cold and glared down at my belly.

“Those fuckers do this to you?”

The tone of his voice was scary. So scary, I wasn’t sure what the right answer was. Then his eyes found mine, and words just fell out of my mouth.

“Oh, right. I forgot.”

He quirked an eyebrow at me. “You forgot? Darlin’, you’re purple and blue.”

“I know. It’s only a little tender. I’m fine, I promise.”

“Which one?”

“What?” I asked with a shake of my head.

It was more than a little challenging to have this conversation with a very hot, half-naked man in front of me. Especially considering all I could really think about was what might happen after he actually took off my pants.

“Which one hit you?”

“Jed—I’m sorry, do we have to do this now?”

“Yup,” he stated shortly.

I closed my eyes, furrowing my brow in concentration as I tried to remember. “I was, um, I couldn’t see. They had a hood over my head. I was trying to fight them off. I think, I mean, I don’t know for sure—I think it was the scary one. The scary one who came to my office before.”

“Good girl.”

No sooner had I opened my eyes than one of his hands was in my thong. I was rewarded handsomely for my answer. He barely grazed my swollen clit, and I was coming.