Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] by Cara Covington (best large ebook reader txt) 📗

No, she could hold out. Then sometime later—when the urge struck her—she might wander back this way again, flirt a little. Play a little. Sometime later when the scent of their bodies even this close didn’t make her just a little bit dizzy and a whole lot horny.

Morgan pulled his Jeep into a parking spot along the curb. On the other side of the street, the wide, sparkling window of the restaurant beckoned. Tamara’s stomach rumbled, reminding her that it was past noon and she’d skipped breakfast.

Before she could open the door, Morgan had done so. He extended a hand to her, and while she’d rather not take it, she couldn’t figure out how to avoid doing so without appearing completely ridiculous or worse, pissy.

Tamara put her hand in his. Shock—pure, physical, and delicious—skittered up her arm, flooded her body, and ignited a hunger that had nothing to do with food. How had she known this would happen? Sensations swarmed through her, heating her blood and racing her heart. Her body instantly recalled the impression of a denim-shrouded cock, big and hard, nestled against her pussy. Her slit gushed with the nectar of her arousal, and her nipples turned hot and hard and begged for a hot, wet mouth.

Tamara stepped out of the car. Morgan closed the door and closed the distance between them by pulling her straight into his arms.

“I’ve been hard for you since I first wrapped my arms around you and brought you to the ground. Nice to know you’re hot, too.”

Tamara’s hands were trapped against his chest, her body flush with his, hip to breast. The will to deny his claim, to move, to push away, deserted her. She looked up into his obsidian eyes and felt as if she could lose herself completely in their depths.

“We’re right out on the main street of town.” The weak defense was the best she could do.

Morgan smiled, a wicked smile that sent bolts of sexual electricity streaking straight to her cunt.

“We’re on the main street of Lusty, Texas,” he said. “So let’s be lusty.” One hand left her back to anchor in her hair. He tilted her face up just a bit more and kissed her.

Wet and wanton, hot and hungry, his lips settled on hers, his tongue spearing into her mouth with bold and brazen strokes. His taste burst inside her like the most potent wine. The heat of his body, of his mouth, seared her. All strength left her knees and she fisted her hands on his jacket to hold on. A part of her felt she was holding on for dear life.

The slide of his lips against hers, the press of his hard cock against her stomach, fired her jets and primed her thrusters. She sensed herself sinking and whimpered when, far too soon, he ended the kiss and eased away from her.

Tamara blinked and barely had a second to register what he’d done when Henry’s arm slid around her, turned her, and brought her tight against his body.

“My turn.”

“Um, I don’t think—”

“That’s right, Itty, don’t think.” Henry’s whispered words touched her lips a bare moment before his mouth plundered hers. Wild and carnal, Henry’s tongue stroked hers, the rhythm of its dance slow and sultry. He kissed her as if he had all the time in the world and intended to consume her one lick at a time. His flavor reminded her of dark coffee laced with brandy. He was a liquor streaming through her blood, intoxicating her mind and emancipating her spirit.

She wanted more. Oh God, she wanted so much more!

Henry gentled his kiss and then stepped back. He turned to look at Morgan, and both men smiled.

Tamara felt as if she’d been taken out of herself and dropped into a world of smoke and mirrors. She leaned against the Jeep, trying to keep herself from collapsing into a puddle on the street. Blinking several times, she tried to clear her head. Morgan’s low chuckle irritated her, but considering the way she’d just melted into him and his brother, she really couldn’t say anything about it.

“When we get you naked, between us, we’re going to burn with the purest, hottest heat,” Morgan said. “It’s going to be wet and wild and wonderful.”

“Yeah, until you get off.”

Oh, hell. She hadn’t meant to let that slip. She’d wanted to just enjoy the flirting and then walk away. A few kisses, some heavy innuendo, maybe a caress or two. Those she could allow herself. Anything more would just open her up for disappointment.

It was a letdown she knew well. She’d only had a couple of lovers, but the dance was the same. Just as she was ready to come, her partner would climax and immediately lose interest. In the past, that kind of frustration had stung. In the case of these two Kendalls, she had the feeling the disappointment would be devastating.

“That sounded like a challenge, Red,” Morgan said.

“A delicious one at that,” Henry agreed. Then he stroked his hand down her hair. “Don’t you worry, Itty-Bitty. You’re going to come so often and so hard you won’t even remember your own name.”

“Let’s go, Tamara.” Morgan took her hand, kissed it, then drew her away from the car. “Let’s get you some lunch. You look a mite peaked.”

Tamara had time to look up at the sign over the restaurant. Lusty Appetites. She had the sinking sensation she already had all the lusty appetite she would ever be able to handle.

* * * *

Morgan snagged a round table in the back corner of the restaurant, seating Tamara between him and his brother. He needed to sit down, to focus on something other than the luscious woman who’d fallen out of the sky and into their lives.

She’d tasted better than any woman he’d ever sampled. It had taken every bit of his will not to take her right there on Main Street in front of God, man,