Page 77 of A Heart Falls Cowboy Christmas

“Just kisses. We’re good with kisses.”

He whispered the words against her skin as he leaned over her again, and she half retreated-half collapsed to the quilt.

Another kiss, this time to the top of her breast over her bra. Another, to the spot where her nipple lifted the fabric.

Jinx closed her eyes.

He’d touched her over her clothes in the past weeks, but this— So much more intimate. So much more exactly what she wanted. What she needed.

The ache between her legs grew.

She might be innocent, but she wasn’t completely inexperienced. She’d given herself orgasms, watched some porn, and wasn’t shy about touching that made herself feel good.

Someone else—Logan—touching her was so much different.

He eased her bra strap off her right shoulder, kissing the newly exposed top of her breast. A gentle stroke over the skin followed, tugging the fabric aside until her nipple popped into view.

“Sweet Jinx.” Logan kissed the taut peak.

Why had she left her bra on at all? It was completely in the way.

“More,” she demanded. Her hands had a mind of their own, curving around his shoulders, fingers running through his hair.

The entire time, he pressed kisses to her body, his lips the only point of contact with her skin.

Until teeth came into play. Oh My God, he used his teeth on her nipple, and she just about levitated off the blanket. He nipped once then nibbled, soft sweeps of his tongue following.

“That’s so good,” she whispered.

Logan smiled his wicked smile, only visible for an instant because he was kissing her again. Lower, over her belly and to the edge of her panties. Lower still, until the heat of his breath lit her core an instant before he pressed a kiss directly over her clit.

She quivered from head to toe.

He hooked a finger into the fabric and tugged it down as far as it could go. Pressed a kiss lower. Lower still, but over the protective layer of the fabric.

To hell with it. Jinx shot upright, caught her underwear, and stripped them off then faced him as boldly as she could.

Their gazes met. Hell, the heat in his eyes—if she weren’t already on fire she would have ignited from that alone.

She dropped back on the quilt. It was too late to be shy. One hand stroking over a breast, she eased the other between her legs. “Don't stop,” she begged.

Logan dropped between her thighs, mouth hovering over her fingers as she glided them in soft circles over her clit. “That feel good?”

“Uh-huh.” Bold moves seemed the way to go. She bent her knees and spread them wider, giving him more room. “I like circles around more than right on top.”

“Got it.” His gaze locked on her, his lips curled. “Tell me if you like A or B more.”

She laughed. “This is a test?”

“Best way to learn.” As she slipped her fingers up slightly, he pressed a kiss to her mound. “Use your fingers to hold yourself open for me.”

Oh God. Jinx slid her hand back down and, feeling all sorts of sexy yet out of her depth, did as he asked.

The next kiss he gave her landed on her swollen clit, and she moaned softly. “I like that.”

Heat and moisture came next. His tongue, teasing in a slow circle around her clit, the same way she’d used her fingers to masturbate.

“That’s good, too. Oh, wow. So good.”