Texas Wild by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online Page A

had one thing in common. They had
reminded her too much of her player-card-toting brothers and cousins, even
hitting on her using some of the same lines she’d heard her family use. And a
few bold ones had even had the nerve to issue ultimatums. She had retaliated by
dropping those men like hot potatoes, just to show she really didn’t give a
royal damn. They said she was cold and couldn’t be thawed and that’s when they’d
started calling her Iceberg Megan. Didn’t bother her any because none of those
men had gotten beyond the first boring kiss. She was who she was and no
man—coming or going—would change it.
    “I’m waiting on an answer,” Rico said, interrupting her
thoughts.
    She gazed up at him and frowned. “Wait on. I don’t intend to
give you an answer because it’s none of your business.”
    He nodded. “All right. You claim you can control the passion
between us, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “Then I want to see how you control this.”
    The next thing Megan knew, Rico had reached out, pulled her
into his embrace and swooped his mouth down onto hers.
    * * *
    Desire that had been lingering on the edges was now
producing talons that were digging deep into Megan’s skin and sending heated
lust all through her veins—and making her act totally out of control. He parted
her lips with his tongue and instead of immediately going after her tongue, he
rolled the tip around, as if on a tasting expedition. Then he gradually tasted
more of it until he had captured it all. And when she became greedy, he pulled
back and gave her just the tip again. Then they played the tongue game over and
over again.
    She felt something stir within her that had never stirred
before while kissing a man. But then no man had ever kissed her like this. Or
played mouth games with her this way.
    He was electrifying her cells, muddling her brain as even more
desire skittered up her spine. She tried steadying her emotions, regaining
control when she felt heat flooding between her thighs, but she couldn’t help
but release a staggering moan.
    Instead of unlocking their mouths, he intensified the kiss, as
his tongue, holding hers in a dominant grip, began exploring every part of her
mouth with strokes so sensual her stomach began doing somersaults. She felt her
senses tossed in a number of wild spins, and surprised herself when she wrapped
her arms around his neck and began running her fingers through the softness of
his hair, absently curling a strand around her finger.
    She could taste the hunger in his kiss, the passion and the
desire. Her emotions were smoldering, and blocking every single thought from her
already chaotic mind. The man was lapping up her mouth, and each stroke was
getting hotter and hotter, filling her with emotions she had pushed aside for
years. Was he ever going to let go of her mouth? Apparently no time soon.
    This kiss was making her want to do things she’d never done
before. Touch a man, run her hands all over him, check out that huge erection
pressing against her belly.
    She felt his hands rest on her backside, urging her closer to
his front. And she shifted her hips to accommodate what he wanted. She felt the
nipples of her breasts harden and knew her robe was no barrier against the heat
coming from his body.
    No telling how long they would have stood in the middle of her
kitchen engaged in one hell of a feverish kiss if his cell phone hadn’t gone
off. They broke apart, and she drew in a much needed breath and watched him get
his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans.
    She took note of the angry look on his face while he talked and
heard him say to the caller, “I don’t want you calling me.” He then clicked off
the line without giving the person a chance to respond.
    She tensed at the thought that the person he’d just given the
brush-off was a woman. Megan lifted her chin. “Maybe you should have taken that
call.”
    He glanced over at her while stuffing his phone back into the
pocket of his