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Cowboy Crazy(26)

By:Em Petrova


Tearing away, he said, “Not here.”

She was wrapped around him, eyes hazy with passion. “What?”

“Come with me.” He took her wrist and hauled her off the stool he’d just plopped her on. They went out of the garage and across the yard to where his truck was parked. She didn’t say a word as he put her inside and got behind the wheel. He didn’t take the driveway, but bumped across the field.

She bounced in the seat—curls, breasts, thighs. Hell, he was going to lose it before he’d even gotten his hands on her.

He knew just the spot to take her.

One point on the ranch was higher than the rest, and long ago he’d longed to put a house here. Dreaming of standing at his own window with a cup of coffee in hand and staring at the miles of Paradise Valley was how he wanted to live his life.

When he stopped, Charlotte leaned forward and placed her hands on the dash to gaze out the windshield. “It’s…”

“I know. C’mon.” He got out and came around the truck to open her door. She knew him well enough to wait, and that pleased him right down to the toes of his boots. She took his hand, and Hank squeezed her slender fingers, head bowed over hers.

“The view is amazing. Even in the dark, you can see so much. It’s beautiful.”

He focused on the whorls on her head and the tender shell of her ear. “I know,” he breathed.

She tipped her face up. Their gazes connected, his heart sputtered. Leaning in, he took her mouth—gently. Their kiss was slow and chaste, but it filled him with a simple joy.

Straightening, he said, “The view gets better.” He led her to the back of the truck. From this vantage point, you could see for miles. Prime grazing land that his brothers would someday own.

If they ever found wives, that was.

Charlotte’s breath caught, and she placed one hand against her heart. Was it thundering like his?

All he had was right now—and he was damn well going to take it.

He lowered the tailgate and gripped her waist. When he settled her on the edge, she caught the front of his shirt, twisting it under her hands. Need coursed through him, and he issued a ragged breath.

“I plan to finish what I started the other night, sugar.”

“I…yes.” Her eyes were two silvery moons in the pale oval of her face. He could get lost in those eyes for eternity.

He reached around her and caught the edge of a wool blanket he always carried in the back of the truck for emergencies. It wasn’t a feather bed, but it was clean. He spread it out and urged her to lie back on it. When he joined her, she curled against him.

For long minutes, he just held her, learning the rise and fall of her chest and the knobs of her spine. Turning to each other for a kiss was natural.

If he only got one chance at this, he would take it slow. He tugged her tight to his body, and she melted against him. As he plundered her mouth with his tongue, she grew bolder and more restless. Wriggling closer, rocking her hips.

He bit off a growl as his erection bumped her belly for the third time. If he didn’t get control, he’d ruin this encounter, and he was pretty sure this was his last chance.

His hat had been abandoned, and she ran her fingers through his hair, sending tingles down his arms. He imagined lying in bed in this very spot with her as his wife.

Charlotte’s tongue swiped across his over and over until he could barely trust himself to touch her. The more he lay docile, the more aggressive she became, and that was fine by him. This time she could take what she wanted.

She rolled atop him, breasts crushed to his chest, as warm and light as a spring breeze. “I should have done this that night on the porch.”

“You needed the time.” He buried his nose in her hair and nuzzled her ear. When he took the tender bit of flesh between his teeth, she squirmed.

“I’m ready now,” she gasped.

He gripped her round ass and pulled her up and onto his cock. Their shared moan hung in the night air. Kissing along the column of her throat, he kneaded her firm cheeks.

“I’ve never been with a cowboy.” Her breath hitched as he reached a sensitive area.

“Me neither.”

She giggled, and he realized how damn right this was. Fire raging now, he flipped her. Bracing himself on his elbows, he stared down into her eyes. They were filled with stars, and he was going to memorize every glimmer.

“I’ve been aching for you, sugar.”

She raked at his shoulders, catching the fabric of his T-shirt and pulling it overhead. Cool air kissed his skin, and at one time, he would have believed that to be the ultimate pleasure. Not anymore.

Her fingers danced over his skin. “You’re so broad. Muscled.”