Cooking For Cowboy (Stampede Sizzlers) by Brenda Sinclair Page B

right. But I’m hoping that you’ll follow through anyway,” she whispered seductively. Her brazenness shocked her; she didn’t recognize herself.
    “Anything to keep my cook happy.” He bent his head and brushed her lips with his. “So, you want me to kiss you.”
    “That would be nice. Of course, if you don’t want to…”
    “Quiet woman and just enjoy,” he whispered, moving his hand to the back of her head, burying his fingers in her hair, and possessing her lips with his mouth.
    Minutes later, he allowed her to come up for air. She felt like a surfer who’d been swamped by a giant wall of water that completely enveloped her and stole her breath.
    “Okay,” she responded, keeping her eyes closed and savoring the delectable thrill of kissing this man. She felt his hands on the waistband of her jeans. Oh yes, touch me; she silently urged him on. Having him pressing against her aching body was driving her crazy, making her antsy with need.
    He pulled her shirt out of the waistband and the rush of cool air on her heated body made her gasp. He slipped his hands inside her shirt and cupped her breasts. No, that’s not what I wanted, she silently complained. Her body throbbed for much-needed attention as she remembered how his fingers felt inside her the other night.
    He claimed her mouth and his tongue slipped between her lips. Her disappointment diminished and she moaned. An instant later, she felt him reach around and unsnap her bra. A sigh escaped her lips as he pushed her shirt and bra up. Cool air-conditioned air brushed her heated body and she shivered.
    Touch me again, she silently coached.
    As if reading her mind, Chad massaged her naked breasts with his warm, calloused hands sending renewed shivers up her spine. “Don’t stop,” she gasped, momentarily breaking contact with his mouth.
    “I won’t,” he whispered. His breathing had quickened and she felt his warm breath against her cheek.
    She almost suggested he follow her to her room, but his response clouded her thinking and urged her on. She buried her fingers in his hair, pulled his head down to her breasts. She needed his mouth on her nipples. Needed to feel it now. And she couldn’t wait for his hands to move lower.
    Chad’s fingers tweaked her nipples for what seemed forever. And then he suckled one aching bud while his hand massaged her other breast. Sierra sighed; she might faint from the sensations. When she thought she couldn’t stand it another moment, he lavished attention on her other nipple. She heard herself moan aloud.
    “That feels so wonderful...” She sighed.
    He raised his head, met her eyes, and started unbuttoning her shirt. The small white buttons got the best of him, and he simply pulled her shirt over her head. She slipped her arms out of her bra straps and tossed it aside. She’d rethink this in the morning, but for now being totally naked from the waist up in the middle of the dining room seemed like a good idea. And she fully intended to suggest they move down the hall to a bedroom any minute now.
    Sierra tugged Chad’s t-shirt out of his jeans and pulled it over his head, loving the sight of his naked chest. A mixed scent of horses and sweat and man teased her nose. She caught her breath, inhaled deeply. She’d never been so turned on by a man’s scent before. If men’s cologne manufacturers bottled this, they’d make millions.
    Chad pulled her against his muscular body. Sierra’s ribcage had healed and she savored the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. The heat from his body flamed her desire. The dusting of hair on his chest tickled her breasts, and she tingled with the sensation.
    He found her mouth and kissed her senseless, backing her up against the hard table edge. He lifted her up, set her bottom atop the table and nestled his erection between her legs before resuming his attention to her nipples. When she felt his arousal pushing against her intimately, she lost all conscious thought, loving