Slocum's Breakout - Jake Logan [31]
“You are a very powerful man,” she said softly. “I am drawn to men such as you.”
“Killers?”
“Lady killers,” she said, smiling. What might have been a wicked smile carried that shyness and a hint of anticipation to it that Slocum found irresistible. A thousand thoughts raced through his mind, and he saw from Maria’s reaction that many of those raced through hers, too.
He kissed her.
He kissed her and damned himself for being a fool. Thinking with his cojones, Murrieta had said, and it was true and Slocum didn’t care.
They both stood, still awkwardly kissing. Then they flowed into each other’s arms, her soft, yielding body pressed hotly against his. If Murrieta had wanted Maria to convince him to do whatever it was, he wouldn’t return—or he might to “surprise” them and blackmail Slocum into joining what would be a crazy plot.
If Murrieta knew nothing and returned, he might consider this embrace to be worth killing Slocum over. The man obviously took his duty as alcalde seriously, and protecting the citizens, especially the lovely young señoritas, would be a priority.
All this crossed Slocum’s mind, and he didn’t care. Maria’s lips tasted like honey against his. Her fingers began exploring, moving up and down his back, pressing into his spine, then working higher to cradle the back of his head.
His own kiss deepened, and his tongue invaded her mouth. Their tongues dueled erotically, causing them both to breathe faster. He felt her heart trip-hammering through her breast crushed against his chest. He pulled her even closer, as if their bodies could merge this way. But they couldn’t. Not like this.
He reached down and caught at her skirt, lifting it high. For her part, Maria worked frantically on his fly. He stroked over her bare legs, moved up, and found the curves of her taut ass. When he realized she was having difficulty with his fly, he squeezed down on her rump, then abandoned her flesh to shuck off his gun belt and then pop open his fly. Barely had he sprung out, erect and ready, when her groping fingers circled him and tugged him in obvious need toward the spot still hidden by the roll of her skirt.
She lifted a leg and hooked it around his waist. This positioned them properly for him to slip back and forth and then find the lust-slickened slit that opened to accommodate him fully. As he entered her, a tremor passed through her from head to toe. She shivered deliciously and clung even more fiercely to him. With a tiny hop, she jumped up so both legs circled his waist.
He held her and turned about, supporting both their weights. Leaning back caused him to sink balls deep into her, then bending forward, he pulled out enough for her to sob out, “No, in, I need you in me!”
Moving awkwardly at first and then finding the right rhythm, he moved in and out of her as she clung to him. But he wasn’t able to thrust the way he wanted—the way she wanted, too.
Her moans grew louder until he spun about and sat her down on the table. This allowed her to give up her grip around his waist and hike both feet to the edge of the table. From here, Slocum pistoned forward, sinking fully. Then he withdrew. Slowly. Every inch of his retreat caused a new ripple of desire to pass through her. He felt the heat within his loins and the pressures mounting as he made love to this lovely woman. She leaned back, supporting herself on her elbows, as he continued to lever his hips forward furiously, then withdraw slowly. This motion soon caused her to cry out in carnal release.
Slocum continued for a minute longer and then knew he was going to get off at any instant. His body took over and he moved erratically, driving forward and pulling out in a rhythm dictated more by his own arousal than a desire to pleasure her.
He shoved forward, gasped, and spilled his seed. All around his hidden length, she crushed down on him, milking him, squeezing the last possible thrill out of their lovemaking as she could.
He stepped back