Page 22 of Rocky Mountain Home

She let her hands roam up his chest. “But there were consequences, Jesse. That changes things.”

He shifted his position, and their hips bumped, the heat from his torso slipping over her.

“There’s a lot we’ve got to figure out over the next while that’s complicated. This?” His gaze roamed her body, a heated expression back in his eyes. “Sweetheart, this is the simplest thing in the world. It’s also the biggest thing we’ve got going for us, so we may as well take advantage of it and enjoy the ride.”

Forcing her brain to function was damn difficult when all her hormones were percolating like a soda machine set on high. “Wait. You’re right. If we’d found each other again, fooling around would be logical and fun, but there is something because of that night.” She looked him in the eye. “This isn’t just our lives we’re messing with. You clean, Jesse? Because I’m going to assume you’ve been with other women since me, and I’m not about to trust a condom, since they obviously work oh-so-well for us.”

He made a face. “I enjoyed our night together, a lot, but you’re right. It was only one night.”

Dare lifted her hands to his shoulders, easing them apart as the sexual tension slipped off potential-now-screwing-around into future-screwing-around, which was not great for her current aching hormones, but still something to look forward to.

“Then get proof and we’ll talk.”

“Oh hell, we’ll do more than talk.”

Jesse unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it off in record time before catching her against him. Once more she was trapped by strong arms, this time with the full-on furnace heat of his body melting her resistance.

He’d pinned her arms between them, and her palms were pressed to bare skin. She traced the muscular chest under her fingers. “You have a strange way of slowing down, cowboy.”

“You said no sex, which makes sense. I’m glad you’re going to be a stickler for keeping Buckaroo safe.” He lowered his voice, and a challenge came into his eyes. “Nothing to say I can’t get you off without sex.”

Something was wrong with her that she wasn’t nixing the idea immediately. “You’re not going to end up walking around with blue balls?”

“I have no intention of keeping the pressure so high they turn blue. I can get us both off in a way that keeps you safe.”

He nibbled his way along her neck, hands cupping her ass to pull her tighter to where his erection bulged the front of his jeans.

Distracting. Very distracting. Dare struggled to focus. “I still want to—”

“—fuck? Me too.”

She laughed. It was impossible not to. “Stop interrupting, asshole.”

He sucked lightly on her neck, pressing his advantage when she quivered involuntary. “You do want to fuck, don’t you?”

“Yes, eventually. Papers, yada, yada, but I also want to date you. I’m serious about that too.”

He untucked her shirt and his talented fingers made short work of her buttons. “We’ll date for a while. Have lots of talk time. I’ll find my baby books so you can admire all the shots of my bare butt.”

He ran his hands delicately up the sides of her body, hands on bare skin under the open tails of her shirt. He undid her bra with rapid skill before sweeping forward under the fabric to cover her breasts with his palms.

An electric storm shot through her. “Careful.”

“Jeez, Dare. This is the baby thing, isn’t it?” He peeled off her shirt, tossing away her bra. “Fuck.”

“No. No fucking, but yes—” She gave up and gave in, a long moan of pleasure escaping her lips. It was too good to not let him have his way with her. “God, do that again. Like that.”

He’d lifted her breast with one hand as he leaned in and swiped his tongue over her nipple. It beaded tight under his touch and a tingling sensation washed over her. “That’s so good.”

She gasped as he picked her up and carried her to the kitchen table, dragging out a chair with one foot to arrange her in his lap. “I’ll be busy for a few hours. I hope you don’t mind.”

He shoved her back up to overdrive immediately, this time wrapping his lips around one peak and sucking. His tongue flicked rapidly as pleasure tore through her system, faster and faster, as if she were a pot of water, and once she’d reached the boiling point she could just stay there for a good long time.

He murmured happily, switching sides, her breasts hot and heavy against his mouth. His big palms supported the weight as if he were her own personal servant, and even through the haze of pleasure, the image made her snicker.

Jesse pulled back far enough to offer up a smile. “What’re you giggling about?”

“Just picturing you walking around with your hands over my boobs for the next five months.”