unsuccessfully against the splendid passion overwhelming her senses.
“I don’t think you mean that, darlin’.”
“Hellfire and damnation but you’re a bullheaded varmint! I didn’t come here to … to bed you.”
“You’ve thought about it,” Colt ventured wickedly. “I dare you to tell me differently.”
“You … you … braying jackass!” Doubling her fists, she pushed ineffectively against his bare chest.
Daring to look into his eyes, Sam saw a smiling warmth there, sign of an emotion she least expected. He stood towering over her, tall and bronzed, and the tense silence was made even more pregnant by the drumming of her heart. Her lips parted, her breath grew labored as Colt’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her fiercely close, with a violence that made her cry out. He tasted the hot sweetness of her mouth, his kiss stirring something volatile in both of them. Time shuddered to a halt.
The awakening pleasure deep within her was fertile with the promise of fulfillment. Strong warm fingers expertly loosened and discarded her clothing as Sam watched in mute fascination, eyes half-closed, panting breathlessly. She was mesmerized by the glistening bronze of his body as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. The heat of his kisses flooded her senses until a raging desire destroyed the last of her will and scattered her self-control. Colt sensed her capitulation and rejoiced.
“You want me,” Colt murmured huskily. “I can feel you tremblin’, darlin’. Every silken inch of your luscious flesh is quiverin’. You’re on fire for me.” All Colt could think about was to have her long golden legs wrapped around him and her violet eyes liquid with desire.
Sam could not deny she wanted Colt. Her purpose in coming to Colt’s room scattered like ashes before the wind as his strong arms enclosed her, his open mouth settling over hers with maddening insistence. She found herself moaning softly beneath the brute force of his need and his expert touch. Suddenly she burned for him, a totally foreign feeling, as she was rendered incapable of speech or thought or anything but the hot liquid melting in her core, his to do with as he pleased.
Encouraged by the unexpected passion he found simmering beneath the surface, Colt’s hand cupped a swollen breast, fondled it, went down to touch her thigh.
Sam groaned. His fingers felt like live coals on her satin skin. Her traitorous body wanted to arch up, to seek what he offered with no quarter asked. The male musky scent of him came to her, and the scent excited her, enticed her; repulsed her.
One questing finger sought out her tender flesh, teasing it to fullness, torturing it until she gasped and writhed against his palm. Emboldened by her response, the finger plunged into her moist, hot depths. Sam cried out in delicious agony, her passion sparking his. Suddenly the brief limit of his control expired when Sam cried out, “Colt!” The ache to have him inside her reached a fevered pitch.
“I know what you want, darlin’,” Colt answered her silent plea, “‘cause I want it just as badly. But if you’re the virgin I think you are, the first time will hurt. There’s no holdin’ back now, Sam, I’m beyond that point. I’ll give you the most pleasure I’m capable of if you relax and go with your feelin’s.”
The ache he had aroused within her demanded immediate easing, but he would not grant her that. Instead he stoked the delicious agony with his tongue, hands, and voice. The intimate touch of his tongue on her nipple sent Sam soaring. When he took the swelling bud into his mouth and gently sucked, she nearly shot off the bed. He moved to the other nipple with the same delicious torment, and a hot flame flooded her body.
Sam cried out in deprivation as suddenly his warmth left her. But before she could voice her protest he was back, without the restriction of clothing between them. Then he was looming above her, his eyes
“I don’t think you mean that, darlin’.”
“Hellfire and damnation but you’re a bullheaded varmint! I didn’t come here to … to bed you.”
“You’ve thought about it,” Colt ventured wickedly. “I dare you to tell me differently.”
“You … you … braying jackass!” Doubling her fists, she pushed ineffectively against his bare chest.
Daring to look into his eyes, Sam saw a smiling warmth there, sign of an emotion she least expected. He stood towering over her, tall and bronzed, and the tense silence was made even more pregnant by the drumming of her heart. Her lips parted, her breath grew labored as Colt’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her fiercely close, with a violence that made her cry out. He tasted the hot sweetness of her mouth, his kiss stirring something volatile in both of them. Time shuddered to a halt.
The awakening pleasure deep within her was fertile with the promise of fulfillment. Strong warm fingers expertly loosened and discarded her clothing as Sam watched in mute fascination, eyes half-closed, panting breathlessly. She was mesmerized by the glistening bronze of his body as he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed. The heat of his kisses flooded her senses until a raging desire destroyed the last of her will and scattered her self-control. Colt sensed her capitulation and rejoiced.
“You want me,” Colt murmured huskily. “I can feel you tremblin’, darlin’. Every silken inch of your luscious flesh is quiverin’. You’re on fire for me.” All Colt could think about was to have her long golden legs wrapped around him and her violet eyes liquid with desire.
Sam could not deny she wanted Colt. Her purpose in coming to Colt’s room scattered like ashes before the wind as his strong arms enclosed her, his open mouth settling over hers with maddening insistence. She found herself moaning softly beneath the brute force of his need and his expert touch. Suddenly she burned for him, a totally foreign feeling, as she was rendered incapable of speech or thought or anything but the hot liquid melting in her core, his to do with as he pleased.
Encouraged by the unexpected passion he found simmering beneath the surface, Colt’s hand cupped a swollen breast, fondled it, went down to touch her thigh.
Sam groaned. His fingers felt like live coals on her satin skin. Her traitorous body wanted to arch up, to seek what he offered with no quarter asked. The male musky scent of him came to her, and the scent excited her, enticed her; repulsed her.
One questing finger sought out her tender flesh, teasing it to fullness, torturing it until she gasped and writhed against his palm. Emboldened by her response, the finger plunged into her moist, hot depths. Sam cried out in delicious agony, her passion sparking his. Suddenly the brief limit of his control expired when Sam cried out, “Colt!” The ache to have him inside her reached a fevered pitch.
“I know what you want, darlin’,” Colt answered her silent plea, “‘cause I want it just as badly. But if you’re the virgin I think you are, the first time will hurt. There’s no holdin’ back now, Sam, I’m beyond that point. I’ll give you the most pleasure I’m capable of if you relax and go with your feelin’s.”
The ache he had aroused within her demanded immediate easing, but he would not grant her that. Instead he stoked the delicious agony with his tongue, hands, and voice. The intimate touch of his tongue on her nipple sent Sam soaring. When he took the swelling bud into his mouth and gently sucked, she nearly shot off the bed. He moved to the other nipple with the same delicious torment, and a hot flame flooded her body.
Sam cried out in deprivation as suddenly his warmth left her. But before she could voice her protest he was back, without the restriction of clothing between them. Then he was looming above her, his eyes
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