kiss seemed to turn to fire. His mouth seemed to burn her everywhere he kissed: her mouth, her neck, her collarbone. Her entire body was humming with desire, a need for him that trumped almost a decade of fear and hesitation.
He grabbed her hips and pulled her further onto his lap. She could feel his erection pressing through the thin material of her pants, and the zipper on his jeans was digging into her sensitive flesh. His hands flanked her hips, trapping her against him. His grip was strong and unyielding, but she didn't feel like she was trapped, just protected.
He kissed her throat, and she leaned her head back, giving him full access. She closed her eyes, all her senses riveted on his mouth as he kissed down her throat, and then lower, moving down between her breasts.
She started to tremble again, and he palmed his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her up as he pressed a kiss to the swell of her breasts. Oh, God. Really? Every inch of her skin was tingling in anticipation, as he swirled his tongue across her skin, lower, and lower, until it brushed over her nipple.
Her entire body clenched in response as he pulled the taut bud into his mouth, lightly biting the sensitive tip.
"Feels good?" He swept his tongue across her nipple, a damp seduction of incredible softness.
"Of course not. Why would you say that— Oh!" She let out an involuntary yelp as he bit her nipple again.
"Don't lie to me, woman. A cowboy has ways of extracting the truth." He pulled her up again, and caught her mouth in a searing kiss that obliterated the last of her defenses. She kissed him back, desperate now, pouring herself into the kiss. The kiss grew harder, deeper, so urgent that it was almost violent, but not quite, never quite crossing that line to someplace that scared her.
He swept his hand under the loose waistband of her pants, sliding his hand over her bare bottom, never letting up his relentless assault on her mouth as he gripped her hips again, this time, skin against skin in a dazzling seduction of sensation and strength.
Red stomped his foot once, the sound jerking her back to the present. She was on a horse! "Chase, we have to stop—" He cut off her protest with another kiss, sliding his hands under her bottom and lifting her so tightly against him that his clothes seemed to merge with her own skin.
Sensation flooded her senses, and all she could do was cling to him as he continued his sensual, delicious assault on every level. She was vaguely aware of a rocking motion, and realized that Red was walking, but Chase gave her no time to think about it. He wrapped his arms around her, and then swung her off his lap in an effortless move that made her feel like she weighed about five pounds. He swept her through her window, depositing her inside the room. For a brief moment, she felt the cool night air sweeping over her now, filling with regret and loneliness. Why had he ended the kiss so quickly? Even as she thought it, however, she took a deep breath, steeling herself against the turbulence of emotions as she turned away from the window.
It was better this way. She needed space from him to think, to figure out, what she needed to do—
Suddenly, she heard the thud behind her, a thud that sounded suspiciously like Chase coming through her window after her. Her heart leapt in anticipation, and she spun around, but she didn't have time to fully turn before his arms wrapped around her, sending heat rushing through her. Before she could decide whether to protest, he scooped her in his arms and carried her toward the bed.
Chapter 8
Oh, God, was she going to do this? They were just going to leave his horse in the middle of the ranch? "Red—"
"He's well-trained. He's fine. I took off his tack before I followed you in. He'll head to the barn and settle down for the night." He set her on the bed, and pulled back, his blue eyes gleaming at her. "But I appreciate the fact you were concerned about him."
It was such a small
He grabbed her hips and pulled her further onto his lap. She could feel his erection pressing through the thin material of her pants, and the zipper on his jeans was digging into her sensitive flesh. His hands flanked her hips, trapping her against him. His grip was strong and unyielding, but she didn't feel like she was trapped, just protected.
He kissed her throat, and she leaned her head back, giving him full access. She closed her eyes, all her senses riveted on his mouth as he kissed down her throat, and then lower, moving down between her breasts.
She started to tremble again, and he palmed his hand between her shoulder blades, holding her up as he pressed a kiss to the swell of her breasts. Oh, God. Really? Every inch of her skin was tingling in anticipation, as he swirled his tongue across her skin, lower, and lower, until it brushed over her nipple.
Her entire body clenched in response as he pulled the taut bud into his mouth, lightly biting the sensitive tip.
"Feels good?" He swept his tongue across her nipple, a damp seduction of incredible softness.
"Of course not. Why would you say that— Oh!" She let out an involuntary yelp as he bit her nipple again.
"Don't lie to me, woman. A cowboy has ways of extracting the truth." He pulled her up again, and caught her mouth in a searing kiss that obliterated the last of her defenses. She kissed him back, desperate now, pouring herself into the kiss. The kiss grew harder, deeper, so urgent that it was almost violent, but not quite, never quite crossing that line to someplace that scared her.
He swept his hand under the loose waistband of her pants, sliding his hand over her bare bottom, never letting up his relentless assault on her mouth as he gripped her hips again, this time, skin against skin in a dazzling seduction of sensation and strength.
Red stomped his foot once, the sound jerking her back to the present. She was on a horse! "Chase, we have to stop—" He cut off her protest with another kiss, sliding his hands under her bottom and lifting her so tightly against him that his clothes seemed to merge with her own skin.
Sensation flooded her senses, and all she could do was cling to him as he continued his sensual, delicious assault on every level. She was vaguely aware of a rocking motion, and realized that Red was walking, but Chase gave her no time to think about it. He wrapped his arms around her, and then swung her off his lap in an effortless move that made her feel like she weighed about five pounds. He swept her through her window, depositing her inside the room. For a brief moment, she felt the cool night air sweeping over her now, filling with regret and loneliness. Why had he ended the kiss so quickly? Even as she thought it, however, she took a deep breath, steeling herself against the turbulence of emotions as she turned away from the window.
It was better this way. She needed space from him to think, to figure out, what she needed to do—
Suddenly, she heard the thud behind her, a thud that sounded suspiciously like Chase coming through her window after her. Her heart leapt in anticipation, and she spun around, but she didn't have time to fully turn before his arms wrapped around her, sending heat rushing through her. Before she could decide whether to protest, he scooped her in his arms and carried her toward the bed.
Chapter 8
Oh, God, was she going to do this? They were just going to leave his horse in the middle of the ranch? "Red—"
"He's well-trained. He's fine. I took off his tack before I followed you in. He'll head to the barn and settle down for the night." He set her on the bed, and pulled back, his blue eyes gleaming at her. "But I appreciate the fact you were concerned about him."
It was such a small
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