taking boots off for."
"What?" He pulled back, then grinned when he saw the twinkle in her eyes. "You know you're completely worthy of ditching the boots." He swung off the bed, and yanked off his cowboy boots. He didn't waste time, sliding his jeans off as well, leaving behind only his boxer briefs.
She was propped up on her elbows, watching him, her face shadowed by the moonlight as if she were an ethereal goddess who had come to earth just to ease his pain.
"You are one fine woman," he said as he eased onto the bed, crawling across the navy comforter until he was above her, suspending himself, not quite touching, but almost, a temptation so great his muscles were actually shaking with the effort he was exerting to restrain himself.
Mira placed her palms on his chest, a sensual, incredibly delicate touch that made his abs tighten. "Kiss me, Chase."
"A cowboy never says no to his woman," he said, lowering himself on top of her. This time, it was pure heat between them, the thin fabric of her top and pants no more than a tease. Her skin was hot, a sinful temptation. Her breasts were straining against her camisole, her nipples hard and ready.
"I'm not your woman," she whispered.
Yes, you are. He didn't say it aloud. He just kissed her, a kiss that staked his claim on the woman he'd coveted since the first time he'd seen her picture on AJ's desk during orientation week their freshman year.
She sighed in capitulation, and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Her kiss was as fervent as his, stoking the embers already burning within him. This time, when he slid his palm beneath the hem of her silky top, he moved his hand upward, sliding her top aside. Her breasts spilled free, and he pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.
He cupped her breasts softly, stunned by the sight of them. Petite and soft, they filled his palms as if they were meant for him. "Perfection," he whispered, as he bent his head to place a reverent kiss on each nipple.
Mira stiffened beneath him, a soft gasp slipping from her lips as he kissed her breasts. Satisfaction poured through him as he drew her nipple into his mouth and bit lightly.
"Oh, wow." She gripped his shoulders, twisting beneath him. "I can't believe how good that feels."
He grinned. It felt right to have her responding to him so completely. She was entirely accessible to him, allowing herself to feel every sensation he stirred up. He wanted her to feel amazing, to drift to the heavens in ecstasy. He wanted to give her everything he had to offer.
New furor surging through him, he kissed his way down her belly to the waistband of her pants. Her skin was so soft and smooth, her muscles trembling as he moved lower. He thumbed the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and ever so slowly began to slide them downward as he kissed her.
The soft tuft of hair tickled his chin, and then he pressed a kiss to the swollen nub between her legs. Mira's body jerked, and she let out a soft cry, and tried to pull away, even while her fingers dug into his hair, holding him right where he was.
He grinned, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her still as he kissed her, sweeping his tongue across her folds. She tasted like the sweetest honey, one that was created just for him. It was intoxicating perfection, stirring up a sense of possession inside him. He wanted to claim her as his own, forever and ever, locking her down against him. His muscles were taut with need, as he continued to kiss her, intense satisfaction roaring through him as she responded to him, giving herself over to him completely. Her trust in him settled in his gut, and it felt so right. This was his woman, the one he'd been waiting for his entire life. Mine.
Her body started to tremble, and she gripped his shoulders. He took advantage, upping his assault, driving her relentlessly, tightening his grip on her hips as she bucked against him. Anticipation roared through him and he bit lightly,
"What?" He pulled back, then grinned when he saw the twinkle in her eyes. "You know you're completely worthy of ditching the boots." He swung off the bed, and yanked off his cowboy boots. He didn't waste time, sliding his jeans off as well, leaving behind only his boxer briefs.
She was propped up on her elbows, watching him, her face shadowed by the moonlight as if she were an ethereal goddess who had come to earth just to ease his pain.
"You are one fine woman," he said as he eased onto the bed, crawling across the navy comforter until he was above her, suspending himself, not quite touching, but almost, a temptation so great his muscles were actually shaking with the effort he was exerting to restrain himself.
Mira placed her palms on his chest, a sensual, incredibly delicate touch that made his abs tighten. "Kiss me, Chase."
"A cowboy never says no to his woman," he said, lowering himself on top of her. This time, it was pure heat between them, the thin fabric of her top and pants no more than a tease. Her skin was hot, a sinful temptation. Her breasts were straining against her camisole, her nipples hard and ready.
"I'm not your woman," she whispered.
Yes, you are. He didn't say it aloud. He just kissed her, a kiss that staked his claim on the woman he'd coveted since the first time he'd seen her picture on AJ's desk during orientation week their freshman year.
She sighed in capitulation, and wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Her kiss was as fervent as his, stoking the embers already burning within him. This time, when he slid his palm beneath the hem of her silky top, he moved his hand upward, sliding her top aside. Her breasts spilled free, and he pulled the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.
He cupped her breasts softly, stunned by the sight of them. Petite and soft, they filled his palms as if they were meant for him. "Perfection," he whispered, as he bent his head to place a reverent kiss on each nipple.
Mira stiffened beneath him, a soft gasp slipping from her lips as he kissed her breasts. Satisfaction poured through him as he drew her nipple into his mouth and bit lightly.
"Oh, wow." She gripped his shoulders, twisting beneath him. "I can't believe how good that feels."
He grinned. It felt right to have her responding to him so completely. She was entirely accessible to him, allowing herself to feel every sensation he stirred up. He wanted her to feel amazing, to drift to the heavens in ecstasy. He wanted to give her everything he had to offer.
New furor surging through him, he kissed his way down her belly to the waistband of her pants. Her skin was so soft and smooth, her muscles trembling as he moved lower. He thumbed the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and ever so slowly began to slide them downward as he kissed her.
The soft tuft of hair tickled his chin, and then he pressed a kiss to the swollen nub between her legs. Mira's body jerked, and she let out a soft cry, and tried to pull away, even while her fingers dug into his hair, holding him right where he was.
He grinned, and wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her still as he kissed her, sweeping his tongue across her folds. She tasted like the sweetest honey, one that was created just for him. It was intoxicating perfection, stirring up a sense of possession inside him. He wanted to claim her as his own, forever and ever, locking her down against him. His muscles were taut with need, as he continued to kiss her, intense satisfaction roaring through him as she responded to him, giving herself over to him completely. Her trust in him settled in his gut, and it felt so right. This was his woman, the one he'd been waiting for his entire life. Mine.
Her body started to tremble, and she gripped his shoulders. He took advantage, upping his assault, driving her relentlessly, tightening his grip on her hips as she bucked against him. Anticipation roared through him and he bit lightly,
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