“Ceiling shoes,” her friend, Patty, had called the heels when Daya bought them. Patty had said it was because they were the kind of heels that would be up in the air once she had a man between her thighs. Daya had laughed at the time, but now she wasn’t laughing. She was wriggling with desire, wanting him to strip the rest of her bare and take her hard. Take her now. With her fuck me heels straight up at the ceiling.
But Ramón apparently had no intention of rushing anything. His movements were slow and sensual as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra, baring her breasts to the air and causing her nipples to grow rock hard. She was never so glad she had indulged in such sexy lingerie as she was at that moment. He slid it out from beneath her and set it aside with the dress.
“My sweet little coqui.” His warm mouth slid over her nipple and he sucked, causing her to gasp and squirm beneath him. He paid close attention to both nipples before moving down her body, kissing a path straight to waistband of her panties. He grasped the skimpy lace at the sides and shifted his big body so that he could ease the material down her legs and set them aside with her dress and bra.
When she was completely bare, he eased back onto his knees, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly unbuttoned and removed his silk shirt. She swallowed hard as she studied the perfection of his bronzed chest, shoulders and arms. An Adonis carved from stone and come alive to be hers for the night.
She wanted to go to him, to unfasten his belt for herself, but by the look in his eyes she knew he wanted to be in complete and total control. He eased to his feet and laid his shirt next to her clothing. After he removed his shoes and socks, he unfastened his belt buckle, and unbuttoned his slacks. She found herself holding her breath as he slid the slacks over his hips.
Her eyes widened at the bulge pressing against his black satin boxers. Her eyes grew even bigger when he dropped the boxers and she got a good look at what she wanted so badly inside her.
He lowered himself and braced his hands to either side of her shoulders, his hips between her thighs. His skin was so warm, his erection pressing into her belly as he held most of his body weight off of hers
A groan of need rumbled up in his throat before he lowered his head and kissed her. He moved down her body again, exploring each inch and curve, kissing each freckle and scar as if he’d found a precious treasure. Little by little, she felt like she could almost hear his thoughts, sense what he felt—and it was all appreciative. All hot. All burning like a fire that wouldn’t be doused.
Every nerve ending felt alive and she needed him more than she could ever remember needing anything in her life.
He finished kissing the inside of her ankle before lowering her foot and then moving his big shoulders between her thighs. She held her breath, flutters tickling her belly as he lowered his head.
One swipe of his tongue along her folds and her body shuddered with the potent sensations that caused her mind to whirl. He reached up and linked her smaller hands in his big ones and she gripped them tight as he licked her folds and sucked her clit.
The Christmas lights above her twinkled and merged with the colors in her mind. A climax took her swift and suddenly, and as she soared, she thought she heard the angels sing with her cry. Her body trembled, her core clenching with each wave of pleasure.
When she finally returned from the Heavens, she opened her eyes to see Ramón now above her, a sensual smile on his strong, carved features.
“You are precious, my Daya.” He kissed her long and slow as she regained her bearings. Or tried to.
He moved his cock to her core. She was so petite and he was so big that she found herself holding her breath, wondering if he would fit inside her. She was so wet as he carefully slid inside her. He stretched her, filled her.
When he was fully seated inside her, he gave her a moment to catch her breath. He took her slow and easy as Christmas lights blinked colorful patterns onto their exposed skin. She felt as if she’d been consumed by magic. More color and light and sensation beyond any that she had imagined or experienced spun through her.
Daya’s mind swam. Her body responded in ways she hadn’t thought possible. Their lovemaking became even more frenzied and exciting.
“You are mine.” Ramón’s voice held a possessive growl. “My sweet, do not doubt that you belong to me.”
“Yes,” she called out, accepting him, accepting this new path in her life. “I belong to you.”
“You want more, coqui.” His voice deepened just like their passion. “I can give you more, just as you have given me. I can heal your wounds as you’ve healed mine, and still I will give you more, and more.”
A second orgasm sent her flying. It was like his words gave her wings and lifted her to the sky. Even her cry soared high as she rose.
She was still skimming clouds of passion when she heard Ramón’s shout of pleasure. In it she heard power and dominance, yet the tenderness and gentleness he had shown her as he made love to her was there, too.
Eyes closed, she drifted for a moment, feeling a sense of belonging and peace, a serenity that she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. It was a feeling of coming home and being exactly where she needed to be.
When she opened her eyes, she found him watching her, a light smile on his lips. He was so handsome, so virile, that he seemed to be almost a dream. But he was far more than a handsome face. So much more.
Everything she’d learned about him tonight and her own intuition told her he was a good man. A man who would be there for her, and a man who would let her be there for him, as well.
He stroked hair from her cheek with his knuckles, his caress whisper soft against her skin. “Tell me what you are thinking, little one.”
She put her hand over his and smiled at him. “This moment is the best Christmas present I could ever have asked for.”
“You are my Christmas gift.” He traced the line of her jaw with his fingertip. “And this is only a moment in what will last a lifetime. Will you share a lifetime of moments with me, Daya, and be my Christmas gift for the rest of our lives?”
Daya smiled. She brushed her lips along the corner of Ramón’s mouth. “You are a gift I will treasure always.”
He kissed her slowly and sensually. When he drew back he said, “Merry Christmas, coqui.”
“Yes it is, Ramón,” she said with a smile. “Yes, it is.”
Also by Cheyenne McCray
~Romantic Suspense~
“Lawmen” Series
Hidden Prey
“Riding Tall” Series
Branded For You
Roping Your Heart
Fencing You In
Tying You Down
Playing With You
Crazy For You
Hot For You
Made For You
Held By You
Belong To You
“Rough and Ready” Series
Silk and Spurs
Lace and Lassos
Champagne and Chaps
Satin and Saddles
Roses and Rodeo
Lingerie and Lariats
Lipstick and Leather
~Paranormal~
Dark Seduction
Night’s Captive
Future Knight
~Holiday~
Bad Boy Christmas
Cheyenne writing as Jaymie Holland
“Tattoos and Leather” ménage
Inked
Branded
Marked
Stranded
“Hearts in Chains” BDSM Series
Wounded
“The Auction” Series
Sold
Bought
Claimed (with bonus novella Taken)
“Taboo” Series
Wicked Nights: three Erotic Tales
Taboo Desires: three Tales of Lust and Passion
Playing Rough: three Stories of Sensual Submission
Paranormal
The Touch
Excerpt…Hidden Prey
“
Lawmen” series
By Cheyenne McCray
Almost absently, he rubbed his thumb along Tori’s delicate jawline while they both remained quiet. He liked the way she fit in his arms. It felt…right.
It was the right time to tell her about what happened with Brian. Landon knew he should do it now.
And then every good intention vanished as she tipped her face up to look at him. Her eyelashes glittered from the remainder of her tears and her brown eyes seemed even darker than normal. As their gazes met and held, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away from her again. She drew him to her in so many ways and he was helpless to stop himself from wanting to get closer to her.
The other agents were downstairs and he was upstairs, alone. With Tori.
This wasn’t smart.
Hell, it was a long, long way from smart.
He held his breath, then let out a slow exhale as he lowered his mouth to hers.
The moment their lips met, she gave a sigh, surrendering herself to his kiss. That sense of surrender fueled him, somehow making him desire her even more than he already did.
He moved his lips over hers, hungry for the taste of her, the feel of her. Her scent filled him, as if a part of her was now inside him. Her lips were so soft, her taste exquisite on his tongue. God, he knew he could never get enough of her.
She leaned into him as their body heat melded, fusing them together in a way that defied explanation. Her sighs turned into a soft moan as he moved his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and to her waist. She was wearing one of her new T-shirts and he pushed the hem up just enough that he could feel her soft skin along the waistband. He gripped her slender waist in his hands, his fingers brushing the base of her spine where she’d been tattooed.
Her hunger and his grew in matching intensity. She moved her palms up his chest to his shoulders and gripped them like she was afraid she would slide away if she didn’t hold on tightly.
He slipped his palms from her waist to her ass, feeling the perfection of it as he squeezed her closer to him. His cock was impossibly hard, pressing against her, straining to get free from behind the tough denim of his jeans.
Their clothes—too much cloth was between them. He wanted to feel her warm silky skin against his, nothing keeping them apart. He wanted only to slide between her thighs and drive his cock deep inside her heat.
The rumble that rose up in his chest was like a lion staking a claim on his territory, and she made an answering purr, giving herself completely to him. Not just surrendering, but offering herself for his pleasure. She asked for nothing, just gave him everything she had.
She sighed again as he slid his lips along her jawline to her ear. She gasped when he nipped at her earlobe and shivered in a delicate way that told him he’d just found one of her erogenous zones. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and nipped at it again. He felt another shiver run through her body.
He moved his lips down the column of her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. The soft purring sounds she made caused his cock to grow even harder and he rubbed himself against her in a slow deliberate movement, like what he’d do when he was inside her.
A gasp escaped her as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her taut nipples that pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt. She slid her fingers into his hair and encouraged him to lower his head so his mouth was even with her breasts. His body was close to shaking from the power of his need for her as he circled her nipple with his tongue, wetting the T-shirt and causing her to suck in her breath. She gave a small cry and gripped his hair tighter as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.
He had to taste the salt on her skin, feel its softness in his mouth. He pushed her T-shirt over her perfectly sized breasts and licked each of her nipples through her satin bra. She caught her breath as he pulled her bra beneath her breasts so they were bared for him.
She pushed his head down again, guiding him so that his mouth was directly over her nipple. He skimmed his lips over the hard nub and she moaned as he sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. Her nipples were hard peaks as he nipped at each one. God, but he loved the way she tasted. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. He loved everything about her.
Excerpt…Branded For You
~Riding Tall Series~
By Cheyenne McCray
Branded For You ebook available FREE at all major ebook retailers
The afternoon was cooling off as it turned to dusk and then darkness descended on them. They each grabbed a light sweat jacket from the camper and slipped them on.
Ryan took a couple of steaks out of the cooler to cook over the fire. Megan sliced the potatoes and wrapped them in foil with butter and seasonings and put them in the coals first. Ryan buttered, salted, and peppered the corn on the cob and wrapped them in foil, too. When it was time, they placed the corn along the edge of the fire. Ryan had cored out the onion and put butter in the center and wrapped it in foil and put it in the coals, as well. The steaks went on last, when everything else was just about finished cooking.
When it was ready, they sat on the camping chairs in front of the fire and ate dinner.
“This is unbelievable,” Megan said with a smile.
Firelight flickered on her pretty features, casting shadows in the darkness as they ate. He thought about what he’d said to her earlier.
“I might be falling for you, Meg.”
He didn’t regret his words. He’d dated a lot of women in the past but there’d just been something missing. Something intangible that he hadn’t been able to name.
He’d never been a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy, but some thought so. He just wasn’t going to hang in there with someone if he knew she wasn’t the right one.
He’d never felt the same way with anyone that he did with Megan.
Last night he’d taken her hard and rough, and the memory caused his groin to ache. Damn she’d been amazing. But she needed to know that he wanted more from her than a night of good, hard sex.
When they finished dinner and had cleaned up, he brought a blanket from the camper and handed it to her before he put out the fire. After he extinguished the fire, he lit a candle within a glass and metal hurricane lantern.
He took her by the hand. “I’ve got something I want to show you.” Her hand was warm in his.
She smiled up at him, her smile causing something deep inside him to stir. He led her into the forest, candlelight from the hurricane lantern lighting the way. The candlelight was much gentler than a regular camping lantern and the shadows from it bounced from tree to tree.
“I saw a place somewhere over here,” he murmured as they walked through the forest then came to a stop. “Here we go.”
A small clearing lay on the other side of a fallen tree, a bed of leaves at the center of the clearing. They stepped over the tree and then he found a sturdy place to set the hurricane before taking the blanket from Megan and spreading it out on the leaves.
He slipped out of his jacket and set it on the fallen tree. “I’ll keep you warm,” he said as he held out his hand.
She looked up at him, slid off her sweat jacket, handed it to him and he set it on top of his own.
He sat on the blanket and beckoned to her. She eased onto her knees beside him and he cupped her face in his hands and lowered his head and kissed her.
Her kiss was sweet and his desire for her kicked into full gear. He wanted to take her hard again, right now. But more importantly, he wanted to show her that it wasn’t only about rough sex with him. It was all about her.
When he drew away from the kiss, her lips were parted, hunger in her pretty green eyes.
“You’re an incredible woman.” He brushed his thumb over her lips, which trembled beneath his touch. “I’ve loved every minute of this weekend.”
“So have I,” she said, her voice just above a whisper. “I wish it didn’t have to end.”
“It doesn’t.” He nuzzled her hair t
hat was silky now that it had dried. “When we return, we just pick right back up where we left off.”
She smiled and he kissed her again. She felt so soft and warm in his arms. He slid his hand under her T-shirt, pleased she didn’t have her bra on as he cupped her bare breast and rubbed his thumb over her nipple. He watched her expression as her lips parted and her eyes grew dark with need.
He drew the T-shirt over her head and set it on the fallen tree. Candlelight flickered, gently touching her bare shoulders and chest.
“You know how much I love your body and how beautiful I think you are,” he murmured before stroking her nipples with the back of his hand.
He cupped her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands before he lowered his head and sucked a nipple.
She gasped and leaned back so that her hands were braced behind her on the blanket, her back arched so that he had better access to her breasts. He pressed them together and moved his mouth from one to the other, sucking one nipple before moving his mouth to the other one. Her nipples were large and hard and he loved sucking on them.
“I want you on your back, looking at me.” He adjusted her so that she was lying on the blanket. Her eyes glittered in the light, desire on her features.
He was surprised at how she made him want to go slow with her, to be gentle and show her how much he cared. She stirred things inside him he’d never felt with another woman.
Excerpt…Silk and Spurs
~Rough and Ready Series~
By Cheyenne McCray
Silk and Spurs ebook available FREE at all major ebook retailers
The backyard was a haven with its tall sycamores, oaks, shrubs, and flowers. Jessie leaned against a pillar on the back porch and looked up at the stars, enjoying the evening scents and the night sounds.
In her Mustang she’d followed his truck from Tucson that morning. She had gone back to work photographing the ranch and he’d headed off to work. The entire day she wondered what would happen when he got back.
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