Cowboy 12 Pack
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He wanted to do that for so long, and only wished he could taste them, but it would have to wait until later. Right now, he had a mission. Releasing her, he took her hand and sat back on a stack of hay, three feet off the ground.
“Turn around,” he said, gripping her hips to help her sit on his lap. “Now, just relax. I’ve got you.” Once he started to kiss her neck, he felt her back relax against his chest and she sighed.
“But I can’t touch you.”
He glanced down over her shoulder and watched as he reached around to cup her gorgeous chest. Heat skittered down his spine. Damn, she was stacked and hot. “Trust me, honey, you are,” he said, brushing his thumbs over the peaks demanding attention.
She let out an unintelligible sound and pressed back against him, giving him better access to her throat—which he took—and her breasts—which he also took. Slipping a hand inside the opening of her top, he cupped her generous, soft flesh and pinched her peak, fighting the rush of need heating his body. This was not about him. This was about Brandi, and he intended to take care of the woman.
While sliding his free hand down her hip and thigh, he transferred his kisses to her other shoulder and began to bunch up her skirt. She stiffened.
“Shh… Relax. Close your eyes,” he soothed.
After a moment’s hesitation, she did, her hands reaching behind her to grip his hips. Taking that as a green light, he snuck his hand under her skirt and caressed her hot, trembling thigh, nearly coming undone when he slid a finger under her panties and found her wet.
“You’re soaked.”
She nodded against his shoulder. “Kade, I—I need…”
“I know,” he reassured, and at his first stroke, she jerked back, nearly setting him off.
Eyes closed, he counted to ten backwards, then slipped his finger inside her slick warmth. Her moan shook through him all the way to his boots. She felt good. So damn good. In and out, he slid his finger in slow, sure strokes. She opened wider and, releasing her breast, he took advantage of the silent invitation. Bringing his other hand to her thighs, he relished the heat emanating from within and added a finger.
“Kade…” She jerked back again. “I can’t…”
“Don’t hold on. Come for me, Brandi,” he urged, his voice hoarse with need from the beautiful, responsive woman thrusting against his hands.
And a second later, with two fingers sliding in and out of her heat, he brushed his thumb over her center and she burst, his name flowing from her lips in a drawn out, sensual moan.
God, he’d never heard or felt anything so incredible.
Letting her down easy, he slowed his strokes, then pulled out to hold her gently against him. And as she worked to get her breathing under control, he used the time to talk his body out of exploding. Hell, he wanted release inside her body, not in his damn jeans.
Chapter Eight
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WHEN HER VISION returned and she came back down to herself, Brandi twisted to stare at Kade. Her pulse hiccupped. The man stole her breath. Heat smoldered in his gaze, giving him a rakish, dangerous appearance. He was damn hot. It was a miracle the bales they sat on didn’t burst into flames.
“I’m speechless…and legless.” She glanced down at her body. “Are they still there? Because I can’t feel them.”
He chuckled. “Oh, they’re here,” he said, reaching down to stroke her thighs.
Her heart thudded in her chest at the thought of what he was going to do to her next, and at what she wanted to do to him. But not here. She slapped away his tempting hand then fixed her panties before she stood. Good, she didn’t fall. Enough strength returned to hold her upright.
Positioning herself between his legs, she trailed her hands up his thighs and leaned in to kiss him full on the lips. He needed little encouragement because he took over, crushing her close and deepening the kiss to mind-drugging proportions. And oh, look at that, she couldn’t feel her legs again.
He drew back without warning, and rested his forehead to hers. “Okay, we…” He cleared his throat. “We’re going to have to save that thought until we’re inside the ranch.”
She nodded, unable to speak. Inside the ranch was good. Inside her was even better, but inside her inside the ranch worked best.
Warm fingers entwined with hers as they walked to the house, whinnies and neighs echoing in the distance along with an occasional command from one of the ranch hands. The late afternoon air was hot with little to no breeze, and she was immediately grateful for the climate controlled barn they’d just vacated.
“Thirsty?” he asked as they entered the ranch, central air humming in the background.
“Yeah.”
She was parched. The guy had dried her throat ever since he’d stepped into the hot tub, all those muscles and ridges begging for attention. And now, praise be, she was about to get the chance.
Still holding her hand, he led them into the kitchen she’d always admired while visiting and babysitting. Open and big, with a swinging door, state of the art appliances, a cute breakfast nook, large butcher-block island, it held so much charm she could see a family grow up happy there. Young Cody was lucky.
“What would you like?” He held the refrigerator open for her perusal.
Her first instinct was him, but she caught herself. Ed hadn’t liked that stuff and, although she was trying not to compare Kade to the jerk, she just didn’t want to presume his likes, either.
“Water, please.”
He swiped two from the shelf, passed one to her, then downed his bottle while he watched her drink. It boggled the mind how her throat could be dry during the act of drinking. She lowered and capped her water, and forced air into her lungs. His gaze was deliciously dark and heated.
“You’re not going to drink the whole thing now, are you?”
She shook her head. Voice low and full of need, the damn man robbed her of speech again.
“Good, because I’m dying here, hun. I’d never last.”
With that, he grabbed her water, set it on the counter…then tossed her over his shoulder and strode out of the kitchen.
“Kade? What are you doing?”
“You, in a few minutes.”
“I’m too heavy. Put me down. I’ll hurt you.”
He laughed. “Bullshit, honey. What you are, and what you think you are, are way off base.” Then he slapped her ass.
“Hey!”
His laughter increased. “Keep putting yourself down and I’ll keep smacking your ass.”
“You’re crazy.” She laughed, a carefree, reckless feeling taking over. “What if I like it?”
That stopped him in his tracks. “Then heaven help us both,” he said, before he continued to carry her down the hall and into a room blissfully dark, until he flicked on the light.
Dammit.
Kicking the door shut behind him, he slid her down his very hot, very hard body. By the time her feet hit the floor, Brandi was sweating in places that didn’t sweat.
“Finally,” he breathed into her mouth, cupping her face and kissing her crazy mad.
She shuddered and pressed into him against the door. He was hard. Deliciously hard. Every inch. Slipping her hands under his shirt, she reveled in the fact his stomach quivered under her touch. And she touched, oh, hell yeah, she touched, stroking the ridges in his flat stomach, feeling slightly guilty because hers was not.
But then he broke the kiss. She wasted no time pushing his shirt up, and leaned in to lick his collarbone.
“Son-of-a…”
He yanked the confining T-shirt off and she inhaled at the sight. He was glorious…and hers. But when she made to step closer to continue her lick fest, he grabbed her upper arms and held her back.
“Oh, no. It’s my turn.”
Without warning, he grasped the hem of her skirt and ripped the dress up and over her head, leaving her standing there in bra and panties.
In broad daylight.
Under the gorgeous, magnificently ripp
ed man’s scrutiny.
She glanced down, slightly relieved her intimate apparel matched. Too bad it was all white. And too bad she spilled over in spots.
He inhaled and blew out the breath. “You are so beautiful.”
Before his comment registered, he hauled her over his shoulder again. A startled breath whooshed out of her lungs as the strong, sexy man strode to the bed and dropped her on the mattress.
Standing at the foot of the bed, he stared down at her, gaze smoldering, breathing ragged. Her good parts tingled and beckoned.
As if he knew, he crawled over her, a sexy smile spreading across his face. “You’ve got great bounce,” he said, before kissing her to within an inch of insanity.
Then he released her mouth to zero in on the spot behind her ear that made her clutch his back and moan. Damn, he knew her well. Normally, she would’ve wondered how but, right now, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this incredible man who didn’t seem to care about her jiggling. In fact, he appeared to embrace her curves. And a second later, he did.
“This has to go,” he said, kissing her shoulder as he slid her lacey straps down her arms. “Lift up.”
When she did, he unhooked the back and tugged the bra free, tossing it onto the floor. Unable to hold that position, Brandi lay back on the bed, mesmerized at the hunger heating his gaze as he watched her breasts bounce. And bounce.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed, leaning on one arm, tracing light circles over her cleavage, around her nipples, driving her crazy.
Her breasts felt achy and heavy, and if he didn’t grab them soon she was sure to die.
“Kade.” She hated the need in her voice, but hated the ache even more.
Finally, a big, warm hand covered a breast while his mouth found the other. She cried out, but didn’t care. He touched and kissed and worshipped both with equal fervor, and by the time he left them, she was wet and hot and just a bit shaky.
“I told you I was going to kiss you all over,” he reminded, smoldering gaze dark with blatant need. “Twice.”
He kissed a path down her chest, and when he got to her stomach, she squirmed, kind of hoping he’d skip that area. But he paid it just as much attention, caressing and kissing, slipping his tongue into her belly button. She wriggled.
“Easy, honey.” His large hand covered her belly, thumb nudging under the band of her panties. “I meant every gorgeous inch of you.”
She stilled. He thinks my stomach is gorgeous? Brandi lifted up to watch, shocked to find he was indeed enjoying her body. And though she knew she should probably lie back down, she didn’t. Couldn’t. Her gaze refused to leave the man loving her curves.
He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses across her abs to nestle and nip where her hip and waist met. Then he continued down her legs, dragging her panties with his fingers until they joined her bra on the floor. Straightening, the hunky man stood at the edge of the bed and gazed down at her completely bare and unhindered body.
He swallowed hard. And she watched in amazement as his chest heaved as if he had trouble breathing, sweat glistening on his skin, covering those gorgeous muscles with a sexy sheen.
“You, Brandi Wyne, are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Don’t ever let me hear you say otherwise.” His voice was low but firm. “This is what you and your gorgeous curves do to me.”
With that, he shed the rest of his clothes and stood naked before her…gloriously naked and fully erect. Holy hell. Her stomach fluttered. She’d never had more than six inches before. Kade Dalton was definitely bigger than six inches.
Her mouth literally watered…and other places closer to the magnificent man. “You are beautiful,” she told him, sitting up, reaching for him. “I need you inside me.”
“Not until you tell me you’re beautiful.”
She snickered. Like that was going to happen.
“I’m serious,” he stated and grabbed her hand to tug her off the bed and into his bathroom. “Now look.”
He twisted her around to face the vanity…and mirror. Really? He wanted to bring a mirror into this right now?
“Look at yourself, Brandi.” He stood behind her, running his hands down her sides until they rested on her hips. “Look at how you go in and curve out. A guy wants something to hold onto. Something soft and warm.”
After she talked her stomach into settling down, she tried to see what he was seeing. Yes, she had curves. Yes, she went in at the waist. Yes, she was soft…because she never made the time to work out.
But then she noticed his fingers and how they splayed her hips…and how she saw his hips behind her, and his chest and shoulders. And she realized, if she could see him, that meant…she wasn’t as wide as she thought.
Her gaze met his in the mirror. “Go on, Brandi. Say it.”
“I-I’m not as fat as I thought.”
His eyes closed and jaw clenched before his gaze found hers again. “Good, but that’s not what I said.” He traced a hand up over her stomach, then ribs, brushing the swell of her breast with his thumb. “How does that look to you?”
The contrast of her curves and smooth skin against his hard, tanned ridges was…
“Beautiful.” She swayed into him, body quivering at the feel of his erection poking her ass and back.
He cupped her breast with one hand and slid the other hand between her legs. “And this?”
“Beautiful.” Her voice shook.
She grabbed his hips and pressed back, reveling in his muttered curse. In a blink of an eye, he twisted her around and set her on the counter. She squeaked when her heated skin met the cold surface. Taking advantage of her opened mouth, he kissed her deep, and frantic and oh so hot, his tongue pressing against hers. And his hands, those talented hands skimmed down her body and legs, then lingered between her thighs to stroke until she quivered.
“I’m done,” he said, fishing a condom out of a drawer, only to curse when she helped him slowly roll it on. “You’re killing me.”
She smiled. “I know the feeling.”
Positioning himself between her legs, he grasped her hips and slowly entered the tip. Oh, damn, he felt good. So gloriously good. Their mutual sound of approval echoed around them. And after her body had a chance to adjust to his size, he pressed the rest of the way in.
“Hell…yeah…you feel incredible,” he murmured, chin up, eyes closed, skin tight across his face as his expression held somewhere between ecstasy and pain.
She hugged his hips with her thighs, her body quivering around him as she laced her ankles behind his fine ass and drew him in further. His eyes snapped open and a wicked smile crossed his face.
Lordy, she nearly came undone just looking at him.
“You want more, do you?”
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Lean back a little.” He bent to kiss a path up her throat, slowly thrusting in and out. “Hold onto the counter. I’m not going to last long. You feel too damn perfect.”
Doing as she was told, Brandi gripped the edge and fought to hang on. The position allowed for a better angle and heat gathered inside at a crazy speed.
“So damn perfect,” he said silkily, one hand squeezing her hip and ass, while the other cupped her breast.
Empowerment rushed through her body. The man made her feel like a size two supermodel—admired and accepted—when on a good day, she was lucky if she fit in a single digit dress. She was beginning to realize her perception of her weight and dress size might be off. Perhaps it was all right not to be in the single digits after all. The sexy, gorgeous guy currently enjoying her non-petite body would seem to concur. Enthusiastically.
He took her mouth in a hungry, demanding kiss that left her hot and shaking. Yeah, he was definitely enjoying this every bit as much as she was. And his stamina? Damn, she couldn’t get over his endurance. She couldn’t get over his talented hands and lips and incredibly, delicious, thrusting parts.
On the brink, she never felt so alive and on fire, and wished it could
last forever. But she was close. Too damn close. So when he skimmed a hand down her chest and pinched her nipple, she broke the kiss and cried out. And as she burst for the second time that hour, she transferred her grip to his shoulders and held tight. Kade let out a low, sexy sound, thrust one last, deep, thrust and followed her over that edge.
Several hours and sexcapades later, Brandi opened her eyes to see dawn creeping in through the curtains with a slice of light hitting the floor. She stretched and felt the warmth of the sleeping man next to her, and what seemed like every muscle in her body. Chances were, she wasn’t going to walk straight, but she didn’t care. A smile tugged her lips as she recalled their raid on the kitchen and how Sheriff Stamina took her on the window seat in the bay window. She’d briefly worried about being seen, but the stables were all on the side and front of the property. And frankly, the man made her feel too damn good to care.
Then their fun moved to the game room before ending up back in Kade’s bedroom, where they had sex in the shower. Jordan was right. A bench seat, a certain height off the ground, would’ve been ideal last night. And since she’d never just had sex before, she let things get a little wild and crazy, discovering she didn’t care to be shackled, and didn’t really like handcuffing him, either. She enjoyed his hands touching, ravishing her body.
Glancing at the clock, she swallowed a groan and slid out of bed, careful not to wake the sexy guy who more than earned his slumber. What would he think about the night? Had the sex really been as good as she thought? Now that the light of day had arrived, trepidation began to show its ugly head. What if she had only imagined his enjoyment?
Her gaze fell on the naked man, half on, half under the covers. Long and lean, ridges she kissed and licked until he cursed and buried himself deep inside her trembling curves. God, he was gorgeous, and perfect. She turned her attention to her naked body. Not gorgeous, not perfect, but attractive enough to turn the hot sheriff’s head, and make him call out her name several times.
Yeah, he enjoyed their night.
Feeling pretty good, she gathered her clothes and wondered if maybe they could do this sex thing again. But then she reached for her shoe, which had somehow gotten stuck under his duffle bag.