by Em Petrova
And he took that as invitation—he slammed his mouth across hers.
Kinsey barely held back a coo of desire. God, until now she’d been lying to herself. She did want this—Asher’s rough hand moving over the buttons of her blouse as he angled her head with the other to sink his tongue deeper into her mouth. The flavors of the man hadn’t fully died off in her system, and now they consumed her in one fiery inferno of a kiss.
“Been dyin’ to…” he filled her mouth with his tongue once again before pulling away abruptly to complete his sentence, “have a look at these gorgeous breasts of yours.” He dropped his gaze to the opening he’d made in her shirt. She glanced down too, watching lust cross his rugged features.
She didn’t want her skin prickling just from him looking at her. She hated this man for what he’d done to Trent. When she started to push off his lap with the intention of tossing him out alongside the road, he caught her shoulders and stared into her eyes.
“Kinsey baby, I know you want me to touch you. To suck these.” He traced a fingertip along the outer curve of her breast, and she stifled a shiver of desire. “You want me pressing your thighs apart and sucking on that sweet pussy.”
Oh God.
“Stop,” she managed weakly.
As he curled a hand around her nape, she realized she’d have to actually stop panting for the cowboy and make an actual effort to get away from him.
He teased his fingers into her hair, loosening the elastic holding her ponytail. Seconds later, her hair hung free around her face.
His gaze worked over her. “Christ. So beautiful.”
“Asher—”
“Don’t think I don’t feel you quivering for me.” He slipped his thumb across her nipple, working it into an even tighter bead.
“But—”
“But this isn’t about the things we disagree about.”
“Yes, it is!”
“No.” He leaned in and captured her lips before she could think to do any of the things she should to free herself. A pressure built in her core, driving her to rock her hips against that insanely thick cock she knew hid behind his fly. As he twirled his tongue around hers like kissing was an art form, she forgot herself and allowed a moan to escape.
His smile spread beneath her lips, and he drew back to show off the twinkle in his eyes too.
She pushed at his chest and heaved herself to the side, but he held her atop him. “I’m serious. We disagree about plenty, but there’s one thing we can agree on, and that’s our bodies crave each other.”
Oh God. Crave?
“This need between us ain’t about our differences.” He slowly pressed his hips upward, nudging her pussy with the hard ridge of denim under her.
“Asher…”
He silenced her, slamming his mouth across hers for a long, sucking, pulling, mind-blowing kiss that erased every thought from her head except getting naked with this man.
Maybe he was right. She didn’t have to like his ideas, just his skills in bed—or in this case, her Jeep.
He inched his fingers up her torso, over her ribs. She grabbed his hand…and moved it where she wanted it, covering her aching, needy breast.
* * * * *
When Asher slowly closed his fingers around her hardened bud, he swallowed her moan into his mouth. The exquisite taste and feel of her had his cock throbbing with blood.
“Kinsey baby, climb into the back seat.”
She stilled in his arms. Hell, she really was gorgeous, with her hair disheveled and her olive green eyes sparking like she had a fever.
For a moment, he didn’t know if she’d slug him or do as he requested. Bracing himself for a slap across the face, he gulped back surprise when she slipped off his lap and crawled between the front seats. He grinned and twisted to follow.
“Hell yeah.”
She barely hit the vinyl before he began tearing at her clothes. Stripping off her ugly top and baring all that succulent flesh he’d lost his head over once before. When she ripped off his hat, he flashed her an even bigger smile and buried his face between her naked breasts.
She arched up to meet the kisses he spattered across her skin. When he sucked one nipple into his mouth, she released a throaty cry.
Hell, if she kept making those sounds, he’d lose it in his pants like a teenage boy. And he possessed far too much self-control for that.
He slipped a hand between their bodies, loosened her belt and opened her fly. When he pushed her pants over her hips, she lifted up to help him.
“Asher…”
“Fuck, you’re hot.” He sucked her nipple again, tugging it lightly with his teeth. She dug her fingers into his hair and dragged him down for more. As he worked his tongue around and around her hardened nipple, he wondered just how far he could take Kinsey. Her responses to him were far too frenzied—she needed more. Now.
He released her nipple and then pushed onto his knees while tearing open his own belt. When she reached her soft, warm hand into his boxers and drew out his cock, he issued a growl.
“I want to taste you.” She guided him up her body, and hell if he could stop himself from brushing the swollen tip of his erection over her plump lips. Their gazes held a moment, and then she squeezed her eyes shut and sucked him into the heated cavern of her mouth.
“Holy fuck!”
She licked his shaft to the root, and lowered her mouth even more as he thrust inside deeper. When the head bumped the back of her throat, he groaned. “Take it. Jesus hell. Yesss.”
She worked his cock like she’d thought of little else in the days since their first encounter. He dropped his head back, lost in the warm, wet feel of her mouth…
Too close. I have to give her pleasure first.
With Herculean effort, he swung his hips back and dragged his cock from her mouth. She stared up at him, lips wet and eyes glowing with lust. “Get a condom, cowboy.”
“Not quite yet.” He went for her boots and spent far too many throbbing seconds unknotting the laces. “Double knots?”
She giggled. “I don’t like them coming untied while I’m working.”
He pulled her boots off and she helped him with her pants. Once he had her bared to him, the scents of her arousal hit him hard. The back seat offered little room, but he’d make do. He sat back on his heels and dragged her ass and thighs up to rest on his legs. Having her wet pussy right there ripe and ready for playing sent his cock bobbing against his abs.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
He threw her a crooked grin. “Gonna make you scream. Then come. Then scream some more.” Before she could ask any more of her questions, he pressed his thumbs into her outer pussy lips and parted her. Her pink clit made him ache.
Several heartbeats passed with him just staring down at her beauty.
“Asher…”
“You’ll find I’m a voyeur, Kinsey baby. And you’ve got one of the prettiest pussies I’ve ever seen.” To punctuate his words, he stroked the pad of his thumb over her hard nubbin and down to her dripping folds. He eased his thumb into her hole, and she cried out. Then he slipped free and zigzagged a path through her slick folds to her clit again.
Over and over, he tormented her, barely strumming her clit and then circling it hard and fast. When she started to tremble and a pink flush coated her body, he backed off again, keeping her dangling on the brink of release.
The windows fogged up. Her breathy cries filled the air. He couldn’t be any harder or more driven to get more from this woman.
He plunged two fingers deep inside her and settled his thumb over her clit. She twisted down on his hand, and his fingers sank even deeper. “Make me come, Asher. Oh God…”
“Like this?” He thrust rhythmically while teasing her hard clit. Then he licked his other thumb and rubbed the wetness over her nipple.
She bucked off the seat with a cry of pleasure. Her eyes glazed, and her inner walls clamped around his digits. The first pulsation hit, and then she screamed h
is name.
Looking between her face and her wet pussy, he drew out her orgasm until she quivered against him. Staring into her eyes, he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Asher…condom, dammit.”
His chest vibrated with a chuckle as he located one in his wallet and slipped it on as if he had all the time in the world to drag this out between them.
Clearly, she had other ideas, because she scrambled to her knees and pivoted on the seat to face the side window, presenting him with her round ass.
Holy shit. He’d hit the jackpot with this wild woman.
* * * * *
The moment Asher slid deep inside her, she stopped second-guessing her brazen act of practically thrusting her ass at him and lost herself in sensation. He filled her so full, stretched her so far. Her mind latched onto the sound of his rough breathing and the light slap of their bodies.
She threw him a look over her shoulder and found him gazing where he entered her. A little thrill ran through her. If he truly loved the visual aspect of sex, she’d just given him the grand prize of views.
With a groan, he slid out and then rammed home again. Tingles ran through her body, pooling low in her belly until she felt herself climbing a second time.
“Hell, I wanna kiss you.” He grabbed her hair, wrapped it around his fist and yanked her head back. She twisted her neck, mouth seeking out his. The hard claiming of his mouth had her insides fluttering and her pussy contracting around his cock.
Suddenly, he released her and kissed her throat. When he bit into her earlobe, she shuddered, tipping on the ledge between heaven and reality.
Right now, she’d take the heaven. She shoved back on his cock and took the orgasm he gave her. She came on him, and he stiffened, his moves jerky and disjointed as he galloped toward his own end. The moment she felt the heat of his release through their barrier, she could taste him again in her memory—salt and musk and man.
He went dead still. For long moments, aftershocks zipped along her senses. Then all at once, realization flooded in.
She’d slept with Asher—the man she had several reasons to despise—again. And while on the job.
Okay, this isn’t happening one more time.
When he pulled free of her, she flipped off her hands and knees and made a grab for her clothes. Getting dressed in close quarters to a man who swallowed up every inch of space proved much harder than she originally thought. She kept bumping into him, and he brushed against her several times.
Finally, she managed to stuff her feet into her boots and open the side door. She spilled out onto the back road, taking deep gulps of air.
Dammit, did she hear that annoying chuckle coming from the man? She bent and tied her shoes, triple knotting them this time to add an extra deterrent.
Once she climbed behind the wheel, he already sat in the passenger’s seat, grinning like the cat that claimed the cream. Hell, she’d practically shoved the whole bowl at him.
Without meeting his stare, she started the Jeep and continued driving.
“You just gonna act like that never happened, Kinsey baby?”
“Stop calling me that.”
“You just want me to press you down and rub that sweet pussy of yours again.”
She stomped the brake, and the Jeep skidded to a stop in the middle of the road. “Get out.”
Damn that quirk of his lips. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I’m not putting up with this and working with you. You’re on your own, Moon. Stay out of my way.”
He arched a brow. “You forget that I’m damn good at what I do. If I don’t want you to know I caught someone—or in this case, a coyote—then you won’t ever find out.”
She stifled a scream of frustration. “You’re a damn outlaw, Moon.”
He laughed. Laughed. As if he didn’t care what she called him. Then she remembered what family he’d been born to and exactly why nothing fazed the man.
“Drive, Kinsey. We wanna set those traps o’ yours up before nightfall. You don’t want the ranchers taking matters into their own hands.”
Chapter Five
The more Asher watched her, the more she wondered if he truly bent toward voyeurism or just liked gawking at her. Her uniform was covered in dirt from digging a hole to set the trap, and he hadn’t peeled his eyes off her the entire time.
She straightened and dusted her palms on the legs of her pants. “You could make yourself more useful, you know.”
He gave a light shake of his head. “This is your expertise. I got old trusty back in the Jeep, remember?”
At the reference to his rifle, she bristled. “I’m not letting you shoot those coyotes.”
“So you’ve said before.” He stretched out on the ground and folded his arms under his head. The pose looked so masculine, showcasing the strong lines of his muscled body, and her insides clenched at the sight.
She turned away and started scattering some of the dirt she’d dug out of the hole back over the trap she’d set.
“Explain what you’re doing to me again,” Asher drawled.
She heaved a sigh at how thick-headed he acted, when it was apparent just by speaking to him that he was intelligent.
“The animal sniffs out the bait I left under the trap. It sees the sheep wool I put in the hole and assumes an animal is there for the taking, and then it gets ensnared. The loop tightens around its leg, holding it in place until I get to it. At that point, I’ll probably need to use a dart to tranquilize the angry, frightened coyote to get it into a crate for transport.”
His gaze tracked her movements as she completed the set. “And you believe these coyotes will stay where you put them? When they’ve established Stokes as their home? With a ready food source on a dozen or so ranches, not to mention countless rabbits and squirrels for the taking?”
She sent him a sidelong look. God, every inch of the man invited her to climb on top of him and start that slow rub that would work them both up to a heart-pounding ecstasy.
What had he asked her? Oh yes.
“There are studies like this performed all over the US. I’m not the first person to think up relocation.”
Using only his ab muscles, he sat up and crossed his ankles. “I like you with your hair down better.”
She whirled on him, hand on her hip. “Do you think I exist to be pretty for you or please you in some way? Because you’re hella wrong, Moon.” She picked up the bucket of dirt and took off. She cut across the edge of the field, heading toward the creek where she and Branson had discovered coyote tracks.
A moment later, she heard Asher’s steps and cast him a dirty look. “I don’t need your help.”
“’Course you don’t. You’re one of those strong, independent women.”
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you making fun of me?”
“Man, you get your panties in a bunch pretty often, don’t you? No, I’m being serious, Kinsey. Not many women work in your field, and that shows how passionate you are about protecting wildlife and the land. Not that I hadn’t guessed as much when you insisted on coming with me on the hunt.”
For some reason, his words felt like a compliment, a soft bit of praise, and damn, she didn’t need more reasons to jump his bones. He already had her worked up just by glancing his direction. His direct gaze burned out from under the lowered brim of his hat.
She looked away.
Right now, the only way to resist Asher was to recall the reason for her dislike in the first place. Damn if she could conjure those reasons at the moment, with his warm, heavy gaze on her.
“Maybe the coyotes will come in if we call.” He cupped a hand to his mouth and raised his head. “Here, coyote! Come in and get some bait in Kinsey’s trap!”
“You’re an idiot.” She bit into her lower lip to keep the smile off her face.
His gaze landed on her. A heavy throb of need passed through her.
When he took a step toward her, she backed up,
suddenly remembering why she didn’t like him.
“Why don’t you tell me about that night you caught my brother and hauled him in?”
He stopped in his tracks, eyes seeming to darken at her demand. “I refuse to talk about that.”
“Were his buddies around? Because you should have taken them all to jail. He’s taking the fall for them, you know.”
“I said,” he said through a clenched jaw, “I’m not talking about it.”
“How many innocent lives have you ruined?”
“How many have you?”
She blinked at the vehemence in his tone. “What are you talking about? I don’t—”
“As kids, we were hungry. We caught fish by illegal means and shot deer out of season just to keep the hunger from gnawing at our bellies. All those people you fine when you’re patrolling—maybe they’re in the same boat we were. Ever consider that?”
She pressed her lips together. “Most of them just receive a warning or a small fine.”
“Even a smile fine would take money out of their pockets that they need badly.”
“I’m just doing my job, Asher.”
“How is that different from me doing mine?” He cocked a brow at her.
Quickly, she scurried down the bank to the creek and scouted for tracks. He followed, landing next to her.
“You’re cute when you’re pissed.”
She issued a frustrated scream. The noise barely escaped her lips before his mouth descended over hers, squelching all sound but a soft moan.
He angled his head, swiping at her lips with his tongue. At the same time, he extracted the small folding shovel from her hands, probably so she wouldn’t whack him alongside the head with it. Once her hands were free, he took hold of her wrists and directed her arms around his neck.
For a moment, she let him swallow her up, allowed their attraction to steal all thoughts from her head besides getting closer to Asher.
Then she realized what she was doing and tore free.
“Kinsey baby, you can’t deny what your body’s tellin’ ya.” He nudged his hat up so she managed a good look at his handsome face. That dark hair sprouting along his jaw would be enough to make any woman drop to the ground and spread her legs.
