Page 6 of The Cowboy’s Forever Promise

Ignoring his question, she walked past him into the room. Faraway, a little voice was trying to get her attention, but as the sound of the door locking behind her reached her, she forgot about everything else.

The need to be with this man was so intense, so powerful, she was burning up. She was done asking questions she didn’t have answers to.

Pulling the top over her head and dropping it to the floor, she turned to face him. Inhaling sharply, his eyes traveled over her.

His gaze never leaving hers, he dropped his hat, his hands reaching for the buttons on his shirt. Slowly, ever so slowly, he strode toward her. By the time he was right in front of her, his shirt was unbuttoned.

Her eyes zoomed in on the remarkable six-pack right before her eyes. Shoving the sides of his shirt away, she stepped closer, the need to put her hands on him so strong it wouldn’t be ignored any longer.

“Wow, impressive, cowboy,” she whispered. Moving closer, her lips ended up against his neck. The subtle tones of musk and leather mingled with his own earthy scent, slipped in through her open mouth, heating her blood further, clouding her brain.

“Damn, woman.” As he pulled her close, his growl sent shivers down her spine. Before she could catch her breath, his mouth met hers in a sizzling kiss.

Gasping, she shuddered, and as if that was what he’d been waiting for, his tongue shot through to where hers was eagerly waiting to dance.

Sensation after sensation slammed into her and still she couldn’t get enough. She wanted more, so much more. Need, so sharp, so intense, was clawing mercilessly at her insides.

And as if reading her mind, he slipped her bra straps over her shoulders. Gasping, he lifted his head, his eyes burning with the same fever burning inside her.

“Look at you,” he rasped as his gaze dropped to her breasts. “Red satin will forever be my favorite.”

Thanking her lucky stars for her love for sexy underwear, she quickly unhooked her bra, not even bothering to grab it as it fell.

“Beautiful,” he whispered as his hands finally covered her aching breasts.

With his desire throbbing against her and his big hands massaging her breasts, her head fell backward, giving him more access. Desire streaked through her like hot wine until a whirlwind simply picked her up.

As she was spinning out of control, his mouth closed over one of her aching nipples, lights exploded behind her eyes, and without any mercy she was thrown over the edge of a high mountain. Sobbing, she let go and flew.

*

In awe, Carson picked her up and walked to the big bed in the middle of the room. “You are something special,” he whispered as his mouth trailed kisses all over her face. “I love that you’re so responsive to my touch.”

As she slowly opened her eyes, he gently put her down.

“What about you?” Still breathless, her hands slid up over his back.

“Oh, I’ll have my turn,” he chuckled. “But first.” He lifted the braid and loosened the tight fastening holding it in place. Carefully he combed her hair with his fingers. “I’ve been itching to do this. I want to see your hair spread out over your shoulders.”

“I have a hairbrush,” she said and quickly turned away.

Watching her as she bent down to pick up her bag, his mouth watered. Seconds later, she returned with the brush.

“Turn around,” he said as he took it from her. He carefully picked up a few strands of hair before he gently moved the brush down her silky tresses. With every stroke of the brush, his blood heated a little more, his breath caught a little longer until everything around them faded and all he was aware of was the soft strands in his hands and her labored breath. Or was it his?

Dropping the brush, he slipped his hands in her hair, slowly combing through the smooth tresses. Soon though, it wasn’t enough, he wanted more of her. Moving his hands over her shoulders, he explored every delightful inch as his hands moved ever so slowly down to cup her gorgeous breasts.

Lifting a hand, she touched his face and turned her head. Their lips met in a searing kiss while his hand moved further down her body.

“I just think we’re still a tad overdressed, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Indeed.” Turning around, she put her hands on his hips.

“Let me.” With a slow smile, her breath still not quite steady, she loosened first his belt and then the top button of his jeans. Frowning slightly with concentration, she opened the rest of the buttons before she pushed down his jeans.

As he sprang free, her eyes widened on a gasp.

Feeling ten feet tall, he grinned as he got rid of his boots and kicked his jeans away. “Like what you see?”