Heart pounding, she deliberately moistened her lips.“Then if you don’t need doctoring… what do you need, cowboy?”
His reply was husky.“I thought you’d never ask.”
If he hadn’t held her steady, she might have crumpled like a rag doll when his demanding lips found hers.But she needed his mouth against hers, needed it with a ferocity that made her wind both arms around his neck and hang on, moaning at the sweet invasion of his tongue.The heat of the room seemed fitting, matching the heat inside her, calling forth moisture that slicked her skin, readied it for love.
He snapped open the clip holding her hair and dropped it to the table beside them.Then, as he kissed her into oblivion, he combed her hair with his fingers, starting at her scalp and stroking downward.It was one of the most sensuous feelings she’d ever known, being kissed while he caressed her hair.
Slowly he released her and guided her back to the chair, where he got to one knee and pulled off one of her boots.Then, holding her gaze, he tugged off the other.Her breathing grew shallow.
“We’ll have to be inventive,” he said.“I’m not prepared for this wonderful gift you’ve given me.”
“Oh!”And she, a grown woman, wasn’t, either.Embarrassment crept up her cheeks.“Then maybe we shouldn’t?—”
“Yes, we should.Within boundaries.”
“Ry, I think I should go.”
“No, you don’t.”Taking her by the elbows, he brought her upright and pulled her close.“Only a man with no imagination would let you go out that door tonight.”
“But—”
“I’m not that man.”Cradling her bottom in both hands, he picked her up.Despite her misgivings, she wrapped her legs around him, tightening the contact.His manhood, held captive in snug denim, swelled in response.
“Ry, this is crazy.We should?—”
“Quiet, madam foreman.”He sat on the edge of the bed, holding her firmly in his lap, keeping her pressed tight against him.He kissed the corners of her mouth, her chin, the base of her throat, detonating land mines of sensation everywhere he touched.“From the first day, when I rode behind you and watched your tempting backside posting up and down in the saddle, I’ve dreamed of touching you like this, and I’m not waiting.I know what I’m doing.”
She couldn’t argue that one as he popped open the first snap of her shirt and eased her back just enough to flick his tongue against the widening vee he’d created.With a sigh, she bared her throat in surrender.
“And then you massaged ointment on my thighs,” he murmured as snaps gave way to his questing fingers.“Do you have any idea the image you created, bending over my lap like that?”
“I didn’t want you… to be in pain.”She was having a hard time thinking as he reached for the front clasp of her bra and her breasts began to ache in anticipation.
“There are many kinds of pain,ma chérie.”
“Some can be… sweet.”
“If you know that someone will soon relieve it.”He lowered his head and took her nipple between his teeth, biting gently.She moaned.
He cradled her breast and licked the heated surface.“You’re so cool-looking on the outside, but on the inside—” he nibbled at the turgid peak once more, “—you’re so hot, you could burn a man.”
Desire roughened her voice.“Are you afraid?”
“No.”He lifted his head to look into her eyes.“I love the fire.”He unhooked her belt and pulled it through the loops.“I love to build it and I love to see it burn.”
Through eyes heavy-lidded with passion, she met the challenge in his gaze.Astraddle him like this, she was already open to him, completely vulnerable to his plans, save for some insignificant layers of material.He unfastened her jeans and pulled the zipper down.They were old jeans, soft and pliable from long wear.They easily accommodated the hand that Ry slipped inside the opening.Unerringly, he found her sensitive spot with the heel of his hand and pressed against the damp cotton of her underwear.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth, holding back a small cry.
“Oh, no,” he said.“We’ll have none of that.Not in this secluded little cottage.Not when the guests are all inside with their air conditioners running.”He rotated the heel of his hand against her with lazy precision that wound the spring ever tighter.“I want it all, Freddy.Lose it for me.Let me see the tigress in heat.”
She closed her eyes and whimpered.
“That’s better.”A breath later, he’d pushed aside the cotton barrier and slipped his fingers deep inside her.“Now let’s turn up the flame.”
She moaned as he initiated an insistent rhythm.
“Yes.”His breathing quickened.“More, Freddy.”He rubbed her tight knot of desire with his thumb.“Give me more.”
