Hell. What had he just gotten himself into?

Jake pushed the passenger side door of his truck closed after tucking Mira inside. As he ambled around the rear of the truck—the long way around—to the driver’s side, he sucked in air. Holding that breath for several seconds helped him to focus. A little.

Before he reached for the door handle, he paused and exhaled. Slowly.

His cock ached. Was dying to be unleashed. He burned to bury himself deep inside Mira’s pussy and grind into her until he made them both come hard and fast and often. And soon. But he’d promised himself he’d be a gentleman. Right? He’d be thoughtful. Careful, not careless. Responsible, not reckless.

His plan for tonight had been simple—to get out of that damn hotel room, and Lake Buchannan, for the evening. He’d actually not wanted to see Mira, but was preparing himself to see her again in the morning. He knew he would—he saw it in her eyes earlier today. All he wanted was to fantasize about fucking her.

He definitely did not expect to run into her tonight.

Now, here she sits in his truck. At his own invitation. Waiting.

“I wonder what’s going on inside her head.”

He didn’t know if he could keep his hands off her. For a brief moment, he closed his eyes and mentally recalled her walk across the smoky room after she’d entered the bar.

That damn, red, skin-tight dress she wore sent his libido spiraling out of control. Every straight man’s eyes in the room slowly rotated toward her as she sauntered through the haze. Her skirt hit her thigh-high, her waist nipped in neatly over her hips, her ample rear punctuated the look with an exclamation point at every hitch of her step. The scoop neckline plunged low over her breasts showing ample cleavage; her tits begged to spill out of a black push-up bra playing peek-a-boo beneath the red fabric. Her hair looked on fire as it fell in long, soft curves over her back and swung slightly with the sway of her hips.

Good God. He could have jacked off underneath the table just watching her walk. That’s when he’d stood up, crossed the room, and claimed her before anyone else in the bar had the same idea. Hell no.

Get a grip, man. He couldn’t wait outside the truck forever. She probably wondered what the hell he was doing, standing out there mumbling to himself.

Lifting the latch, he hauled his body inside and sat, closing the door behind him. Illumination from a street lamp a few feet away gave him enough light to see her. Mira rotated and looked at him as he sat there. They stayed silent. His gaze traveled softly over her face and he took in her slightly worried expression. Then fell to her chest, which rose and fell with even but measured breaths.

“I do talk big,” he said. “But I would never hurt you. Or anyone. You look worried.”

She took a deep breath and let it out. “I’m not worried. Well…” She paused, her eyes widening a bit and settling on his face. “Okay, I am worried a little.”

“Why? Don’t be afraid of me, Mira.”

Her gaze fell. She started fiddling with her fingers on her lap. Jake watched as she worked them over, clasped and unclasped her hands. “I’m afraid of touching you,” she said softly. “Of you touching me. I’m afraid I’ll like it too much.”

Jake laughed out loud and placed a hand over hers, stilling her fingers. Her hand looked so small beneath his. He liked the way he covered her up, and wanted like hell to cover her body with his. Right now.

“Liking it too much isn’t a bad thing, is it?”

She jerked, and glanced out the windshield. “That was one intense moment we had back in the hotel this morning.” She looked back into his eyes. “It rattled me a bit.”

“Me, too.” He nodded and grinned a little. “Yes, it was intense.”

“I’m strongly attracted to you,” she admitted.

His grin broadened. “That’s a good thing. I feel the same.”

“I really want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard and long. In fact, I’m afraid if we do, I might not be able to get enough of you.”

Jake laughed and leaned closer. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” Reaching out, he fingered a tendril of her hair. Like red silk. He tugged that strand, leaned in and whispered. “I want that too, honey. Like you wouldn’t believe. I’m not sure strongly attracted is a right enough phrase. I’m not sure when I’ve felt so drawn to a woman. I have to have you.” His lips nuzzled her cheek. “But I have to tell you, honey, and odd as it may sound, it’s just not about sex with you. I want to get to know you, the person, too. You fascinate me and we’ve barely scratched the surface in getting to know each other. I want to scratch a lot deeper than surface.”

Mira pulled back and stared at him for a moment. “Seriously?”

Jake grinned. “Seriously.”

Shaking her head, Mira said, “Jake, as much as I’d love for you to scratch deeper, all I really want is for you to scratch my itch. Nothing more. If you think there can be more, then this was a big mistake. I shouldn’t have let it go this far.” She turned slightly toward the door, and then back to look at him. “Look, I’ll just go back inside the bar and find Tory. I’ll go home with the girls.” She reached for the door handle.

Jake’s hope fell flat. He put his hand on her arm. “Wait. No. Please, Mira. Stay.”

Her gaze met his. “I should go. You want more. And I’m not—”

“Not what?”

She swallowed her words and clamped her mouth shut tight. He definitely wanted to know what she was not, but he didn’t want to push it, either.

“I’m not willing to give more.” She tilted her chin up in defiance.

“Oh really?” He cocked a brow.

“Yes. Really.”

Grinning, he tugged at her arm. “Mira…” he said softly. “Come here. I want you.”

****

Good enough. That’s what I’m not. Good enough for you.

Mira felt brave in the bar but the moment Jake sat in the enclosed cab of his truck beside her, all of her boldness slipped away and she felt enormously vulnerable. Sexually speaking, that is. And another part was that he was—well, a Remington, of course. He took up way too much space in the big truck cab. Jake was larger than life and sexier than hell, and every pore of his body oozed potent testosterone.

Her thighs began a slow quiver, aching to know what he would feel like between them. If she concentrated on that thought long enough, she might be able to make herself come.

But what fun would that be, without him in real life?

She couldn’t find out. If they had sex, and if Heath McCoy ever discovered they were together—after all he was still a hotel guest—he’d have her job and then where would she be? Besides, this was Jake Remington sitting beside her. She wasn’t…good enough.

And that was that.

But no one was talking about forever here, right?

Well, he was talking about more. Scratching deeper than the surface. Whatever that meant.

Jake’s breath feathered against her cheek. His gentle tug of her hair with his fingertips made her lose sight of all reasoning. She was a lost cause. Jake Remington was a magnet and she was drawn to him like a chunk of raw steel.

“Come here, Mira,” he repeated. His lips grazed hers.

“So, we’re not at the hotel,” she whispered. “Right?”

He drew back. “I’m not sure what that means but no, we’re not at the hotel.”

“Or anyplace close to Lake Buchannan.”

“Honey, we’re still in Kerrville, almost a couple of hours away.”

“And no one here knows us.”

“Except for your friends but I think they are probably occupied.”

Mira knew Jake had no clue where she was going with this. “Then no one will know.”

He tipped his head sideways a little. “Honey, if you don’t want anyone to know we’re together, my lips are sealed.”

“Promise?”

“I don’t kiss and tell. Besides, what happens between us is our business. No one else’s.”

“And we’re not talking about anything other than tonight. Right? We’re just scratching itches here.”

Jake eyed her. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

He blew out a breath of acquiescence. “All right, then. I agree.”

She laid a hand on his crotch. “Okay. Then fuck me Jake Remington. Right here. Right now. Before I change my mind.” Before I lose my mind.

He growled and the sexual stirrings inside Mira swirled and heightened. His hands went to her waist and he hauled her up on him. She straddled his thighs, her short dress inching up her to her hips. “Thank God you have tinted windows.” Her words came out on a breath.

“Thank God I finally get to be inside you. Feels like I’ve waited forever.”

Mira laughed. “It’s only been, what? Fifteen hours or so since we met?”

He nuzzled her neck and Mira loved the feeling of his five o’clock shadow scraping against her skin.

“Feels like an eternity. Let’s move to the back,” he added. “I want plenty of room to properly fuck you.”

Mira glanced into the extended cab of the pickup. There was a bench seat back there. Perfect. “Yes.”

She separated from him and squeezed her ass through the front seats and into the back. Jake took the easy route, exited the cab, and came in the door. “Well, that was smart,” she said and smiled.

He locked the doors with his key fob and tossed them into the front seat. “I’m a smart guy,” he returned. Then he pushed her back against the seat and covered her with his body. “Smart enough to lure you into my lair,” he added.

Mira giggled. “Oh, that sounded wicked.”

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

“Show me.”

“You’re quite the tart, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been holding back. Wait and see.”

“And a tease, too.”

Mira reached between their bodies and cupped his crotch. “And either you have a banana in your pocket or…”

“Oh, I’m very happy to see you, Mira. Ecstatic. In fact, when I saw you in that bar, my every fantasy had finally been fulfilled.”

“You’re incorrigible.”

“No, I’m insatiable,” he countered.

“Sounds like we were meant for each other.”

“Oh honey…” Jake growled again. “I do love a challenge.”

A sensual thrill tripped over Mira’s body. “Not much of a challenge here, Jake. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m easy-peasy. A sure thing.”

Jake smiled, then laughed. “Honey, if you were easy-peasy, I would have had you this morning in my hotel room.”

She didn’t have a snappy comeback to that but it didn’t matter. In seconds, she forgot the entire conversation.

In one motion, Jake skimmed his hands up her thighs and over her hips, moving her form-fitting dress up to her waist with his hands. He bypassed her thong and her belly and pushed her dress higher, the stretchy, sheer fabric giving nicely to expose her breasts. A half-second later Jake found the front closure of her bra, released her flesh, and buried his face between her tits. With his hands on each side of her outer boobs, he squeezed and smashed them into his face.

“Ah, shit,” came his muffled voice. “Your tits have haunted me since this morning.”

Mira shifted to wrap her legs around his hips and her arms around his back to hold him close. From somewhere inside her came a deep sigh. Holding him to her felt more than sexual—it just felt good, satisfying, and damn nice. After a moment, he surfaced and said, “I love your tits. I could play with them all night.”

“Not too much?”

He pulled back. “God, no. Why would you say that? They’re perfect.”

She shrugged. “Most guys don’t want more than a mouthful.”

Jake squeezed her tits again, to where they were pushed tight and close together, her nipples hard and pointing at him. He licked from one to the other. “I’m not most guys.”

Sighing, Mira relaxed and tipped back her head. “Oh, that’s good, Jake. Really good. Play with me.”

He didn’t disappoint. Mira sank back into the truck seat while he squeezed and suckled at her breasts, teasing the hard peaks, going back and forth from one to the other. He drew her flesh between his lips and she savored the wet heat of his mouth against her skin.

She groaned and arched into him, sensation diving directly to her clit.

“I love that,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Jake released a breast with a pop, leaned back, and tugged at her dress. “Here, let’s get this all the way off.”

Mira partially sat up while he peeled the dress over her head and she shrugged out of her bra. Jake’s next movements sent his hands skimming down her belly and over her hips. “I love your curves. Every. Single. Fucking. One of them.”

His hands on her body sent Mira into a spiral. As he inched closer to her clit, she anticipated the tremor he would quake within her, and longed for him to push inside her. But Jake had other ideas.

Spreading her legs apart, he flicked the thong aside, framed her pussy with his hands, and leaned in. Mira fully relaxed for a moment when his mouth covered her clit and started sucking. Immediately, tension built in her belly as he teased and flicked. Jake’s tongue danced on her clit like magic and before long, she was on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

Jake must have sensed how close she was, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and hauled her up tighter against his mouth. Mira clutched at his shoulders and dug her fingertips into his muscles. Then, without warning, the orgasm ripped through her pelvis and exited out her curling toes, her head thrown back and pussy throbbing.

“God, Jake!” she shouted. The sensations rolled over her for a few more seconds and when she was nearly finished, Jake released her and drew back. In quick motions, he jerked at his belt and fumbled with his fly. Mira reached forward to help him push his jeans over his hips.

“Hold on,” he whispered while fishing in his back pocket for his wallet. He produced it and a condom quickly, and Mira watched as he shakily ripped a corner of the packet off with his teeth and pulled out the rubber.

Mira grasped his cock and held it for him, realizing her own fingers were shaking. She was on the edge, needed and wanted more of him, and…something else. He affected her differently than other men. Being with Jake was just…different.

She watched Jake close his eyes at her touch. Condom securely rolled on now, he pushed at his jeans and again, Mira skimmed her hands over his hips to help. Jake wasn’t to be denied for long, and obviously didn’t care that his clothing didn’t go very far.

“Just as long as they don’t get in my way.” He gasped the words.

Mira eyed him—his beautiful, erect, and thick cock—with anticipation.

Jake continued, “I can’t wait any longer to fuck you, Mira. Goddamn I want inside.”

He pushed her legs farther apart and pressed the head of his rock-hard cock against her core, sliding between her pussy lips, slowly edging deeper into her vagina. The sensation both thrilled and excited Mira. She spread her legs wider and squealed a little. He continued the in and out motion, working his way inside, until his body was flush with hers; his glorious cock filled her fully.

Mira whispered, “I want to suck you later. Want to fuck your cock with my mouth.”

Jake groaned and ramped up his thrusts. Mira wrapped herself around him and held on. She reveled with his every plunge, his every tug and pull as he rocked her body. His length delighted her with its exit and thrilled her when it pounded back home again.

“You’re so damn big, Jake,” Mira hissed. “Give it to me hard and long. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Honey, I could live inside of you.”

Mira shivered and dug her fingernails into the shirt over his back. She wished they were in a bed somewhere, fully naked, where she could explore all of him.

Touch all of him. She loved skin to skin. Friction.

Another time. This couldn’t be the only time, even despite what she’d said earlier. Could it?

A low growl started deep in Jake’s throat and the sound of his pending pleasure kick-started the hot pressure of another orgasm funneling up inside Mira’s body. The angle was perfect as he rapidly nudged her G-spot and Mira felt her lower body unwittingly unravel and uncoil. She called out and threw her head and arms back. Jake grasped her hips and gave her several last hard and fast thrusts.

She exploded—and gasped out high-pitched, incoherent sounds.

He shouted out her name and pushed harder into her, then stilled. Mira’s breath came in quick gasps as sensation journeyed up and throughout her body. Her hands went to her nipples, which were on fire, peaked and rigid like small pebbles. She played with them while watching Jake’s face—his eyes closed, his brows knit, his breathing labored.

He collapsed over her. “Goddamn, woman. Hell. I’m sorry.”

Mira laughed and hugged him. “For what, you silly cowboy?”

“For going too fast. For just fucking. I wanted to give you more attention. I wanted to make it last. I wanted—”

“Stop,” Mira interrupted. “Just stop, Jake Remington. You were perfect. I came twice. You came damn hard. We’re all good here.”

He raised up then and looked into her eyes, studying her face for several seconds. “No. We’re not good here. You’re too good a woman to fuck fast and leave. I want you in my bed tonight, Mira. All night. Come back to the hotel with me and let me do this properly.”

Too good a woman…

Mira blinked back the sting in her eyes. What could any woman say to that? She couldn’t refuse. Against her inner gut warnings, she whispered, “All right, Jake. All right.”

****

Jake drove with Mira curled up next to him. The damn console was in the way, but she made the best out of it. She leaned into his shoulder, dozing, while he drove. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other tucked in tightly between her hot thighs. Her hands were pressed over his wrist, holding him there.

It was a simple gesture, yet it turned him on like nothing else. His cock was rigid and ready again, and he hoped to hell he could hold his control long enough the next time. His plan was to make Mira hum all night long and by morning, she’d be warm and soft and pliable and hopefully…his.

He glanced to see the even rise and fall of her chest, her breathing soft. Auburn curls fell over her shoulder and spilled onto her breasts, held snugly in place by her bra and that damn skin-tight red dress.

Still, there was ample cleavage for him to ogle, and more. He couldn’t wait to do more—and +very soon.

He exhaled as the hotel came into sight. This woman beside him... This Mira. She was…

He couldn’t explain it. All he knew was that every time he looked at her, every time their gazes connected, he was lost. And not just in a sexual way. There was more.

Yes. That was it. Mira was more.

More woman than he’d ever had in his life. And he loved the thought of that.