There it was. All her planning had come down to this. Everything was within her grasp and all she had to do was choose it. Her throat tightened, stifling her words as she fought the sudden rise of panic swelling within her, the irrational tears that threatened to come. No! This was what she wanted. Clearing her head, she forced herself to study Derek's face, remember every moment they shared together. She could do this. She wanted to.
He traced half circles back and forth over the tops of her breasts and then stopped to pull the bustier back up over the tortured nipple. The leather was soft against her sensitive skin, but she longed for the wet of his mouth instead. Her mind spun. She was so aroused, so near to coming, she could barely think.
His hands moved to her upper arms and he turned her around, pulling her shoulder blades into his chest. His cock bulged through his pants, pressing against the small of her back, his solid thighs against her ass. They stood angled against the wall in a hallway overflowing with anonymous guests, but for Katrina there was no one there but them. The world ceased to spin in anticipation of her answer. It should have been easy, she'd been planning this night, waiting for her chance for months, but now she was overwhelmed by trepidation.
Did she really dare to uncover what dark desires lay behind those blue eyes that had never looked at her quite this way before?
His left hand circled around her hip and slid under the hiked skirt to her soaked G-string. Grazing her bare neck and shoulder with his teeth, he growled, “You're so wet now. But this is nothing compared to what I could do to you.” He hooked a finger under the swatch of sodden fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the warm air swirling around them. “These panties are in my way."
"Take them off,” she begged, gasping at the sting of the strap as it snapped off her hips almost before the last word escaped her lips.
He fingered the torn garment, bringing it up so that Katrina could see the darkened fabric, smell her own musky scent. He tucked the wet panties into the cleavage of the bustier, leaving just the crotch peaking out. Stroking down her arms from shoulders to wrists, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall. “Stay,” came the low command from behind her.
"I would tie you up, punish you,” he growled at her ear. The bullwhip was in his grip now, the handle in one hand, the slack looped in the other. Her heart skittered at the sight of it as he lowered the handle to hip level and rested it against her mound. It was thick and long and looked almost like ivory, shining, poised above her pussy in a taunt.
"I would make you obey,” he whispered, taking the soft wound leather of the whip and stroking between her lips, circling her swollen clit. Her juices seeped from her tightening core, coating her thighs with a trickle of wet.
"Take you as I desired, filling every hole any way I pleased."
Breath entered her lungs in staggered pulls as she listened to his promises and threats.
He teased the handle between her slick folds, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her faster than the streaks of terror could follow. “Say it."
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Ridin’ the edge of lust is fun—until someone falls in love.
Cowgirl Up and Ride
© 2008 Lorelei James
A Rough Riders book.
Goody-two boots AJ Foster has waited her entire life for her dream cowboy Cord McKay to see her as more than the neighbor girl in pigtails. Now that she's old enough to stake her claim on him, she's pulling out all the sexual stops and riding hell-bent for leather—straight for his libido.
Divorced rancher Cord has sworn off all women ... until innocent AJ suggests he teach her how to ride bareback—and he realizes she doesn't mean horses or bulls. Between his responsibilities running his massive ranch, missing his young son and dealing with the sexual shenanigans of his brother and cousins, Cord is more than willing to take AJ up on her offer. On a trial basis.
The fun and games tie them both up in knots. AJ isn't willing to settle for less than the whole shootin’ match with her western knight. But for Cord, even though the sexy cowgirl sets his blood ablaze, he's determined to resist her efforts to lasso his battered heart.
Sweet, determined AJ has the power to heal—or heel—the gruff cowboy ... unless Cord's pride keeps him from admitting their relationship is more than a simple roll in the hay.
Warning: this book contains: raunchy sex scenes that'll work you into a lather faster than a winded horse, graphic language, resourceful use of baling twine, ménage a trois, ménage a quatage, and yippee! hot nekkid man-on-man-lovin'.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Cowgirl Up and Ride:
He sighed, primed to leave, when Amy Jo darted onto the dance floor with some fresh-faced buck who had three extra pairs of hands.
Rather than go home to watch lousy TV alone, he settled in and watched her. She'd two-step a couple of numbers with one guy, flit to the bar for a fresh drink, and drag a new dance partner to the floor.
Cord hid in the darkened corner for over an hour, tracking every enticing sway of her slim hips, every smooth glide of those long legs, every exaggerated shoulder roll, every sexy chest shimmy, every toss of that sleek platinum hair. Not once did Amy Jo acknowledge him, even though she was as hyper-aware of him as he was of her.
Her sexy little ass shake turned him on more than if she'd have been buck-ass naked grinding her crotch on a brass stripper's pole.
When she was alone at the bar Cord moseyed up behind her. “Evenin’ Amy Jo."
She tossed him a quick grin and granted him a not so quick once over. “Surprised to see you in here, Cord. And it's AJ now, not Amy Jo."
"My mistake. Why the name change?"
"New attitude, new name.” She resumed drinking her beer.
Cord scooted close enough to catch a whiff of her sunshiny scent. He noticed sweat beading on the curve of her neck below her ear and had the strangest desire to place his mouth there and gently suck the salty droplets clean away.
A beat passed and she didn't acknowledge him.
"I didn't know you liked to dance."
"There's a lot you don't know about me."
I'd like to learn. Every. Damn. Thing.
"Who are you here with?"
Amy Jo—AJ—faced him fully. “Who are you here with?"
"No one."
"That why you came looking for me? Can't find anyone better to hang out with?"
"No. Didn't know you thought so highly of me."
She shrugged.
The classic brush off—a pointed reminder on why he avoided the bar scene. He flashed her a fake smile. “Anyway. I came by to say hello. I'm headin’ home and I wondered if you needed a lift."
AJ arched a slim brow. “You offering to give me a ride, cowboy?"
Cord curbed his response, you can ride me any time, any place, as long as you want, cowgirl, and cleared the lust from his throat. “Yeah."
The band announced the next tune, Willie Nelson's “Always On My Mind” and AJ shook her head at yet another eager, happy-handed cowboy approaching her for a dance. “Thanks for the offer, but no."
"You sure? You've been drinkin’ pretty heavily the last couple of hours. Probably shouldn't be drivin'."
"How would you know how much I've been drinking?"
"Because I've been watchin’ you. Closely. Every step and every sip, darlin'. I couldn't take my eyes off you and you damn well know it.” Her confidence slipped; he moved in. “You like that I've been watchin’ you, sweet Amy Jo."
"AJ,” she corrected softly.
"You like that I've been watchin’ you, sweet AJ."
"So while you were watching, did you see anything you liked, McKay?"
"Oh yeah.” His gaze landed on her lush mouth.
"Right. Give me a break."
Cord managed to drag his eyes back to hers. “You callin’ me a liar?"
"No. I'm calling your bluff."
"Meaning?"
"Meaning, I know you'll
look your fill, burn my clothes away with your sexy eyes, but you're too damn polite to do anything more than gawk at me."
Cord nearly choked, “Polite?"
"Polite. Responsible. Chicken. Whatever.” She stared at his lips and ran her pink tongue over her teeth. “Tell me, Cord, don't you ever just wanna say to hell with what's expected of you and do what makes you feel good?"
"Every damn day."
She reached up, letting her fingers fiddle with a button near his shirt collar. “Then tell me why you don't?"
"I'll tell you anything you wanna know, baby doll, as long as you answer a question for me first."
"Okay."
"Look at me."
When AJ's lust-filled eyes met his, it took every ounce of restraint not to smash his mouth to hers, hike up that sassy excuse of a skirt, spread those silky thighs wide, and nail her against the closest paneled wall.
Focus.
"Can I buy you a drink? Like the shot you did earlier?"
"You wanna see me do a blowjob?"
Cord froze.
She laughed. “See why I won forty bucks?"
"Just for sayin’ that raunchy word out loud?"
"No. For doing it."
He lifted both brows. “Doin’ what?"
"Giving them a group blowjob. See, the object is the same with the drink as it is with the act, shoving the glass in your mouth as far as it'll go, keeping a tight grip with your lips. Then you tilt your head and suck hard and deep, bracing yourself for the warmth spilling down your throat as you try to swallow it all."
He growled, “What game are you playin’ with me, little girl?"
AJ stood on the tips of her boots. “I haven't been a little girl for a long time, Cord McKay."
"Believe me, I noticed."
"About damn time."
If he leaned in a fraction of an inch, he could lay a hungry kiss on those ripe lips, not innocent like the flirty smooch she'd teased him with last year. Would this bolder AJ take the initiative?
She didn't. Instead, she lifted a shaking hand to his cheek. Her fingertips delicately traced the outline of his neatly trimmed goatee, lingering on the short hair above his upper lip. A chaste, yet erotic caress to make his cock stand up and take notice if it wasn't already rock-hard.
"No games. If you want to play with me, all you have to do is ask. I'll be here tomorrow night, waiting for your answer."
AJ spun on her bootheel and vanished into the sea of bodies on the dance floor, leaving Cord McKay absolutely pole-axed.
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Table of Contents
Take Me Again
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
About the Author
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