“You are so sexy,” he murmured, and just as he was about to crawl over her, she threw her legs over the mattress, aligning her mouth with his swollen crown.

He gave her a perplexed look and ran his hands along her neck. “What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve wanted to do for a while now,” she managed around a lump forming in her throat.

She closed her hands over his girth. He was hard and swollen, and she could feel the tension in him as she reveled in the thickness and texture. He growled when she wet her lips, leaned forward, and flicked her tongue over his crown, tasting the tangy juice pooling on his tip.

“Mmmm,” she murmured, loving the way he pulsed in her hands, the way his magnificent body rippled from her touch.

His deep tenor seeped under her skin. “Jesus Christ, Alix.”

Her pussy throbbed, and lust sang through her blood from the excitement of knowing she could rattle him. “Do you like this?” she teased, running her tongue along his length as she cupped his balls with exquisite gentleness.

She glanced up the length of his body, and his eyes shimmered with heat as he watched her mouth work. Drowning in sensations she’d never felt before, she dragged her tongue over him, a slow, lazy caress that had him cursing under his breath. It secretly thrilled her to know she could do this to him, and made her feel bolder than ever before. Her heart thudded, full and happy. This man had awakened something in her, freed her in a way no one had ever done before.

A sound caught in her throat and Jag palmed her face. “Alix?” he asked.

With her emotions on a roller-coaster ride, she lowered her head and took his cock into her mouth. He gently fisted her hair as she moved her head, taking him as deeply as possible.

“That’s so good,” he said, his voice hoarse and deep. Pleasure resonated through her as she fucked him with her mouth. His hips rocked, his hands tugged her hair, and her insides soared. It just didn’t get any better than this. After this week, how she could go on without him was beyond her.

She licked and sucked, wanting him to let go so she could drink him in, but he had other plans. Full of blood, his cock throbbed, his veins swelling and pulsing as his orgasm mounted. He gripped her shoulders, his fingers burning on her skin, sheer agony etched on his face as he eased her off him.

“Jag,” she complained, but her cries of protest were lost on a moan when he pushed her back, dropped to his knees, and buried his face between her legs.

“Yes,” she murmured, spreading her arms wide across the soft blankets. He swiped his tongue over her sex, and she nearly came unglued with that first sweet lick. His tongue circled her swollen bud, and he put a thick finger inside her. With every erotic stroke, stimulating her nerve endings, he feasted on her. Honestly, the man was just too good to be true.

She pitched her hips forward and writhed under his care. As warmth seeped into her soul, blistering heat exploded inside her, and she nearly sobbed with pleasure. His tongue swirled in a way that drove her wild. Her body spasmed as he fueled the flames. But before he allowed her to tumble over the edge, he climbed over her, dragging her to the center of the bed.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he said, the longing in his voice stirring her emotions as his warm breath teased her flesh. “I want us to come together.”

He lowered his head, and the look on his face was pure ecstasy as he kissed her with such passion and emotion it left her gulping for her next breath. Their tongues tangled, and she reveled in the taste of herself on his lips.

She tugged him to her, his body pinning hers to the bed, as he gripped her legs to widen them.

“I need you to take me deep. Can you do that?”

“Yes,” she cried out, and curled her legs around his back, granting him better access as her body ached for so much more from him.

He plunged into her, and they both cried out. She threaded her fingers through his hair and moved her hips, welcoming every inch of him into her body. Pressure brewed in the depth of her womb as he pumped harder, like he couldn’t get close enough, deep enough.

She arched into him, and Jag put his mouth over hers, swallowing her soft cries. The television continued to play in the background, but as her sex muscles gripped him hard, her thoughts scattered, unable to focus on anything but this man and what he was doing to her.

A storm moved through her when he slipped a hand between their bodies to touch her clit. Her body vibrated. Violently. The man had a talent for knowing just what she needed.

Heat swirled around them, racing over her body and exploding her senses. She raked her nails over his back and skimmed his sinewy muscles, enjoying the feel of his sculpted body as he moved urgently over her.

“You feel so good,” he murmured as he bent to take one of her nipples into his mouth. He laved her gently and then bit down. Teetering on the edge of ecstasy, she cried out, her body becoming pliable in his arms.

Lost in the sensations, she liquefied under his touch, and then suddenly the pressure building in her body became too much to bear.

Her sex fluttered, every nerve in her body alive and on fire. “Jag,” she said, “I’m so close.”

His body broke out in a sweat, and he threw his head back, urgent need coloring his voice when he said, “Me, too, baby. I’m there. Come with me.”

She held him tighter, crushing her breasts to his chest as she let go, her pussy clenching hard around his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled, and a heartbeat later, a rush of air exploded from his lungs as he gave himself over to the pleasure. She felt him release inside her, his cock throbbing and swelling, his seed filling her body with warmth.

Barely able to breathe as they rode out the waves together, she panted, gasping for air, but still couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. They held each other tight for a long time, and eventually, the world around her finally started coming back into view. She ran her hands through Jag’s hair, the intensity of their sex stealing the air from her lungs and seizing her muscles.

“So good,” she murmured as his muscled bunched. “So damn good.”

He lifted his head and smiled. It was filled with such tenderness that her throat clogged as her insides wobbled. “Not good, sweetheart,” he said, teasing. “Perfect.” He released a sigh, the soft cadence in his tone warming her from head to toe.

She drew his head to her chest, holding him to her heart as he fell over her. Basking in contentment, she soaked in his warmth. She touched his face, rattled by the things he made her feel, the things he did for her. She squeezed her muscles, holding him inside her body, never wanting this moment to end. She was falling, drowning in sensations, in need—for Jag—and was helpless to stop it. How could she ever go back to being dutiful, straitlaced Alix after a week in Jag’s bed?

She wasn’t the same woman anymore.

Chapter Six

As her glorious, fun-filled, sexy time with Jag came to a close, Alix woke to the sounds of birds chirping and turned to look at the man asleep beside her. Her heart thumped. It had been almost one week since she’d first stepped foot on the ranch. For the most part, Alix had been able to shelve her concerns about her fiancé and future, deciding to simply enjoy Jag and a week of sex.

But as the week came to an end, she was in trouble. She’d allowed herself to feel too much and had fallen hard for him. He might have asked for sex, but he’d pushed her to open up, to become the woman she was meant to be, and it left her wanting more. It wasn’t just their time in the bedroom that drew her in. She loved talking to him, and he listened, really listened, when she bared her soul. Telling him about Nelson had been easier than she thought. He didn’t pity her. No, he wouldn’t waste his time on pity. Instead, he helped her discover what she really wanted. And what she wanted was him.