Second Sunrise Cowboy (Second Chance Book 8) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page A
Authors: Rhonda Lee Carver
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She had him good, that’s all he knew.
Maybe her sweet smile, or the vulnerability evident in the way she looked up at him, had him by the balls. He sensed something in her though, like a lioness waiting to be unveiled, her wall to be blasted. Whatever the hell it was, she had his desire working overtime.
Her eyelids lowered. “I’m still waiting for that promised kiss.” Her sultry voice rammed through the last bit of wall. She toyed with the neckline of his shirt and his cock twitched. Two seconds passed and he buried his mouth on hers, parting her lips with his tongue and tasting her.
Her tongue met his, dueling, licking his bottom lip, teasing it with gentle nips of her teeth. A groan escaped his throat as she stood on tiptoes, digging her nails into his biceps. Just as he thought…a lioness wanting released.
He lifted his head, gaining his breaths.
Dragging her close, her breasts brushed his chest. The firm mounds and pebbled nipples teased his heated flesh. He dragged the lace aside, capturing the hard nub in his mouth, suckling it until a moan escaped from within her. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and her whimpers vibrated her chest. This could go far, very quick. He pulled away, enough to lift his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses along the silken length, licking the dip between her collar bones. She tasted like heaven, just as he thought she would.
He slid his tongue to the other breast, skimming along the bra. He slid his tongue inside, rolling her nipple between his lips, definitely wanting to rip her clothes from her body.
Chapter Seven
Cash’s heated breath caressed her skin and she trembled under his warmth. Her fingers dug deep into his flesh as he flicked his tongue along her breasts, gently nibbling and tasting. She’d never felt something more erotic. “I don’t know you and yet it feels like I do,” she whispered.
He lifted his head, kissed her chest, her jaw line, and then her lips. “I’ve been thinking about you…thinking about this. I can’t get you out of my mind.”
So I wasn’t the only one?
He brought his hand to her hair, entwining the tendrils around his fingers and bringing them close to his nose as he inhaled deeply. “My God. I could never get enough.” His ragged voice vibrated her insides.
His mouth covered hers, slipping his tongue between the seam of her lips, seeking, demanding, needful, reflecting her inner emotions. His kiss left her wanting more and more. He was an intoxicating aphrodisiac and he filled her bloodstream like an illegal drug. She realized this spiraled too fast and headed down a path of uncertainty, but she couldn’t put on the brakes—wouldn’t, even if she could.
Desire overwhelmed her senses as he continued to place her under a cowboy spell of lust and yearning. She met his tongue, matching his exploration until her head reeled with a hunger she’d never known, but always dreamt of having.
His hands smoothed over her bare skin of her back, undoing the bra strap, scorching her under his calloused palms. She liked his touch. Hell, it’d become a need she couldn’t control. His fingers walked down her spine until he reached her bottom and he palmed her ass, gently squeezing and molding the curves to his touch. His hands moved upward, along her stomach and to her bare breasts. He ran his palms over the tingling flesh. She leaned her head onto one shoulder, a moan dripping from her parted lips and the bulge behind his zipper brushed her hips.
She dropped her hand and skimmed her knuckles over the hard shaft below his belt. His moan penetrated the air, tickling her senses. She became more aggressive, rubbing and following the long length.
His hands grew hot, possessive, demanding on her body. He loosened the button to her jeans, then slipped his fingers inside the edge of her panties. Her
She had him good, that’s all he knew.
Maybe her sweet smile, or the vulnerability evident in the way she looked up at him, had him by the balls. He sensed something in her though, like a lioness waiting to be unveiled, her wall to be blasted. Whatever the hell it was, she had his desire working overtime.
Her eyelids lowered. “I’m still waiting for that promised kiss.” Her sultry voice rammed through the last bit of wall. She toyed with the neckline of his shirt and his cock twitched. Two seconds passed and he buried his mouth on hers, parting her lips with his tongue and tasting her.
Her tongue met his, dueling, licking his bottom lip, teasing it with gentle nips of her teeth. A groan escaped his throat as she stood on tiptoes, digging her nails into his biceps. Just as he thought…a lioness wanting released.
He lifted his head, gaining his breaths.
Dragging her close, her breasts brushed his chest. The firm mounds and pebbled nipples teased his heated flesh. He dragged the lace aside, capturing the hard nub in his mouth, suckling it until a moan escaped from within her. He flicked the nipple with his tongue and her whimpers vibrated her chest. This could go far, very quick. He pulled away, enough to lift his mouth to her neck, trailing kisses along the silken length, licking the dip between her collar bones. She tasted like heaven, just as he thought she would.
He slid his tongue to the other breast, skimming along the bra. He slid his tongue inside, rolling her nipple between his lips, definitely wanting to rip her clothes from her body.
Chapter Seven
Cash’s heated breath caressed her skin and she trembled under his warmth. Her fingers dug deep into his flesh as he flicked his tongue along her breasts, gently nibbling and tasting. She’d never felt something more erotic. “I don’t know you and yet it feels like I do,” she whispered.
He lifted his head, kissed her chest, her jaw line, and then her lips. “I’ve been thinking about you…thinking about this. I can’t get you out of my mind.”
So I wasn’t the only one?
He brought his hand to her hair, entwining the tendrils around his fingers and bringing them close to his nose as he inhaled deeply. “My God. I could never get enough.” His ragged voice vibrated her insides.
His mouth covered hers, slipping his tongue between the seam of her lips, seeking, demanding, needful, reflecting her inner emotions. His kiss left her wanting more and more. He was an intoxicating aphrodisiac and he filled her bloodstream like an illegal drug. She realized this spiraled too fast and headed down a path of uncertainty, but she couldn’t put on the brakes—wouldn’t, even if she could.
Desire overwhelmed her senses as he continued to place her under a cowboy spell of lust and yearning. She met his tongue, matching his exploration until her head reeled with a hunger she’d never known, but always dreamt of having.
His hands smoothed over her bare skin of her back, undoing the bra strap, scorching her under his calloused palms. She liked his touch. Hell, it’d become a need she couldn’t control. His fingers walked down her spine until he reached her bottom and he palmed her ass, gently squeezing and molding the curves to his touch. His hands moved upward, along her stomach and to her bare breasts. He ran his palms over the tingling flesh. She leaned her head onto one shoulder, a moan dripping from her parted lips and the bulge behind his zipper brushed her hips.
She dropped her hand and skimmed her knuckles over the hard shaft below his belt. His moan penetrated the air, tickling her senses. She became more aggressive, rubbing and following the long length.
His hands grew hot, possessive, demanding on her body. He loosened the button to her jeans, then slipped his fingers inside the edge of her panties. Her
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