Bad in Boots: Harm's Hunger

by Patrice Michelle

  BAD IN BOOTS: HARM’S HUNGER

  An Ellora’s Cave publication written by

  PATRICE MICHELLE

  Warning:

  The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. BAD IN BOOTS: HARM’S HUNGER has been rated BORDERLINE NC17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

  Chapter One

  “What do you mean, you don’t know where she is?” Ty Hudson raised his voice and switched his cell phone to his other ear. His dark brows drew together as he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly agitated. “Her flight was due in at three. Did you call her cell phone?” Ty cast Harm an apologetic glance.

  Harm placed his booted foot across his knee and leaned back in the seat sighing. Looked like he might be here a while.

  “She probably forgot to turn it back on once her plane landed. Check that she did actually get on the plane and call me back. I appreciate it, Colt.” He snapped the phone closed. “Sorry about the delay, Mr. Steele. I know you’re anxious to get the papers signed and get back to your ranch, but my sister owns half the property, so I need her signature as well.” He ran a hand through his close-cropped hair. “I don’t know why our great-aunt Sally stipulated we handle the transaction in person if we decided to sell the property.”

  Harm rose and placed his black Stetson back on his head. “Sally Tanner was a fine woman. I’m sure she had her reasons. I can hang out for a couple more hours.” He patted the cell phone clipped to his belt. “You’ve got my number. Call me when you locate your sister.”

  As he walked toward the elevators, Harm wondered for the fiftieth time why Sally deeded the land to the Hudsons. They were from the east coast, used to city living, not ranching. Sally had been a great neighbor, letting him use a large portion of her property to rotate his cattle. She’d always claimed, “It’s the Texan way, Harmon. You take care of my horses and I let you use the land.” And it was as simple as that for Sally. He’d miss the old girl.

  As he pushed the button for the lobby, just his luck, the elevator skipped right past the lobby and descended to the basement level. When the elevator doors slid open, two long, shapely legs attached to a very curvy body stepped into the elevator.

  Maybe his luck was about to turn.

  “Hi.” The blonde woman with crystal blue eyes smiled at him as she leaned over to push the button for the eighth floor. She was wearing a barely there two piece candy apple red bikini, her hair and skin still wet from the hotel pool she’d obviously taken advantage of. He smiled back and out of habit, ran his fingers across the brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”

  She looked him up and down and quipped with a grin. “Ooh, a real live cowboy.”

  “Born and bred.” He grinned back.

  When the elevator stopped on the lobby floor, Harm was thankful no one was there waiting to get on. He hit the Close Door button, fully intending to bask in this woman’s beauty as long as he could. A lift of her eyebrow was the only indication she noticed he didn’t punch a button for a different floor, only the eighth floor button was lit.

  As the elevator started to ascend, Harm asked, “Not from around here I take it?” He couldn’t place her accent. Virginia maybe? But she had the huskiest voice, like Lauren Hutton’s. It was so damn sexy he wanted to keep talking just to listen to her speak.

  She gave a throaty laugh. “No. Just visiting.”

  As she stared up at the elevator lights, he took a moment to enjoy her luscious curves. Not one ounce of fat graced her nicely built body. She looked to be about five-eight or nine. A nice fit for his six foot three frame. The first stirrings of arousal made itself known in his tightening crotch when he noticed her hard nipples pressed against her wet top. He let his gaze drop to her flat stomach and firm thighs. Nice. He’d bet his last dollar she had an ass that begged to be squeezed. But unfortunately she had her hands crossed behind her back, holding a small hand towel against her damp suit.

  The elevator stopped on the six floor but the doors didn’t open. They both looked at each other and then he punched the button for the eighth floor to get it going again. Nothing happened. He hit the Open Door button but the doors didn’t budge.

  Harm lifted the emergency handset and dialed the front desk. Once he’d set the receiver back on its cradle, he turned to her and grinned. He couldn’t help it. Now he had a few more minutes with her. It would take the front desk at least fifteen minutes to find maintenance. “Well, looks like you’re stuck with me for a few.”

  He put his hands on the guardrail and leaned his back against the sidewall. She adopted the same position on the opposite wall, laughing. “So sit a spell and all that, huh?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, something like that. Where are you from?”

  “Maryland.”

  “Here for long?”

  She shook her head, her eyes twinkling. “Not officially.”

  A long moment of silence ensued as they both assessed each other. She had a beautiful oval face with almond shaped eyes and eyebrows slightly darker than her hair. But it was her lips that drew his attention. Free of lipstick, her full, naturally rosy lips made him throb. Those lips were made for kissing.

  Her unabashed gaze roamed his face and his body while he did the same, this time appreciating the full frontal view. If only he could see her breasts. Were her nipples large quarters or small dimes? He was dying to peel away her bathing su—. Just then, he couldn’t believe his eyes, the front snap on her bikini top gave way and her luscious breasts spilled out as the lycra material snapped backward.

  Her sharp, embarrassed intake of breath had him averting his gaze and turning his head while trying not to grin. Dimes. Perfect rose tipped dimes. She faced the wall and made frustrated sounds as she tried to get her suit back together.

  “Um, excuse me. Would you mind doing me a favor?” She called over her shoulder?

  She’s kidding, right? He cleared his throat. “Sure, can I turn around?”

  She laughed. “Yes, you’ll have to in order to help me.”

  Harm turned and immediately saw her problem. One of the hooks had caught on the back of her bikini top and she wasn’t able to reach it. He had to touch her back in order to release the hook. The brief brush of his fingers against her soft skin only made his cock throb harder.

  “Thanks.” She let the towel drop so she could fix her top.

  Holy shit! What a beautiful ass. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the firm round flesh that the red straps of the g-string bikini framed quite nicely.

  She faced him, her eyebrow arched. “Enjoy the view?”

  “Hell, yes,” he admitted before he thought better of it.

  She didn’t look angry, just amused. Shrugging, she picked up her towel. “I was trying to avoid that.”

  His lips quirked upward. “I figured as much.” He hadn’t moved away and now only a foot separated them. Her scent reminded him of warm sunshine right after a spring rain.

  She leaned back against the wall, putting her hands on the handrail for support. “You know, I—” Her bathing suit popped open again, exposing her breasts once more. “…am apparently going to keep flashing you,” she gritted out, her cheeks turning red as she dropped the towel once more to grab the errant fabric.

  “You won’t hear any complaints from me. Flash away.” He gave his best roguish grin.

  “Har-har.” She looked up while trying to snap the scraps of material closed.

  The elevator started moving and her sarcastic expression turned to panic as they neared her floor. He reached out and pulled the red emergency butt
on to stop the elevator. When he turned back to her she looked about ready to spit nails.

  “Can I help?” he offered.

  She threw her hands up in frustration, obviously beyond embarrassment at this point. “Have at it.”

  As he moved closer, she added, “The bikini top, I mean.”

  He chuckled as he tipped his hat back and picked up the scraps of cloth.

  Jena couldn’t help but stare at the tall, sexy cowboy as he bent close, the expression on his face one of concentration as he tried to fix her bikini top. His navy blue button down shirt fit his muscular chest to perfection, showing off his tanned skin.

  As he inched closer, his jean-clad leg brushed hers, reminding her of her first reaction to seeing those lean hips surrounded by that faded denim. The material had lighter streaks at his bend of his legs, which drew her gaze to the well-proportioned bulge at his crotch. And now his hot bod was an inch away… Yum, dee-lish. She closed her eyes as a fissure of desire coursed through her.

  Once she tamped down her raging hormones, she opened her eyes, only to have her gaze zero in on the light brown hair that peeked out beneath his black hat. He wore it a little longer than the super short cuts she was used to. Hmmm, the more to run her fingers through. Geez, this is ridiculous, Jena. The man’s a complete stranger. But, I’m on the extended visual tour. May as well continue.

  Thick brows framed his to-die-for chocolate brown eyes. A straight nose and a strong jaw with a small cleft in his chin finished out his handsome face. Tiny lines appeared around his eyes when he smiled, making him look a little older than the early thirties she guessed him to be.

  In all her twenty-nine years, she’d never met a man who smelled as good as this one did. His scent brought to mind the fresh outdoors with a hint of spice mixed in. Man, was this tall, sexy, real-life cowboy a hottie. If this was what she’d been missing living in Maryland, she might just reconsider staying in Texas.

  She stared at his large hands, tanned from working outdoors, broad palmed and long fingered. He had the sexiest hands she’d ever seen. What would it feel like to have his hard working hands on her?

  When his knuckles nudged the plump fullness of her breast, she involuntarily sucked in her breath. Shivers coursed through her body, settling into a throbbing heat between her legs. At her gasp, he stopped his movements as his dark gaze met hers for a long moment, assessing her. He let the cloth drop and smiled while he slowly drew his finger down the inside curve of her breast.

  “Ever fantasized about kissing a complete stranger in an elevator?”

  Her heart crashed in her chest at his question. God, what a fantasy! Damn skippy! Who hadn’t had that one?

  She tried to smile but couldn’t quite manage the expression as revved up as she was. “Yeah, but my fantasy included a tall cowboy wearing a black Stetson.”

  He grinned and put his hand on the wall above her head, leaning close, his eyes on her mouth, his lips a breath a way. “I aim to please.”

  She chuckled at his arrogant stance. “See that you do.”

  His lips barely brushed against hers as if waiting for an invitation. What’d she have to do, bare her breasts for him? Oh, yeah. She’d already done that. Jena reached up and knocked his hat off so she could run her fingers through his hair. Curving her hand around his neck, she pulled him closer.

  When his sensual mouth covered hers, the very first stroke of his hot tongue against hers sent her blood pressure skyrocketing. She moaned into his mouth, and wrapped her arms around his neck as he stepped into her, pressing his very impressive erection against her belly.

  He took her mouth with a possessive intensity she hadn’t expected. His dominant kiss, as if they’d been lovers for years, was a killer turn on. The tingling sensation scattered all the way through her body and down to her toes.

  His hand moved to her naked breast and plucked at her nipple, the rough skin on his fingers a perfect drag against the soft bud. As he kissed her jaw, he asked, his voice sounding thoroughly aroused, “Just how far does this fantasy of yours go?”

  “As far as you’re willing to take it.” Her chuckle turned to a gasp of pleasure when he wrapped his big hands around her back, pulled her toward him, and closed his mouth over her nipple. Sucking on the hard tip, he rubbed his thumbs on the plump sides of her breasts as he gently nipped the tip with his teeth.

  “Be careful what you ask.” He pressed a hand down her belly and slipped it into her bikini bottoms, past the bikini cut curls between her thighs. “I’m a demanding bastard.” At his last word, his finger found her hot core and delved deep.

  “Oh God.” She inhaled deeply at the delicious sensations engulfing her. “On the demanding thing,” she panted, “I think you’ve met your match.”

  Chuckling, he kissed a path to her other breast. He sucked long and hard on the hardened tip as he added another finger, strumming her body like the tight cords on a guitar. Jena grabbed his shoulders for support as she arched against his hand.

  “How close are you, darlin’?” he asked as he stroked her masterfully.

  Her body started to quake and she tensed her muscles around his hand, ready to come. “Very,” she gasped.

  He withdrew his hand from her body, his fingers sliding her moisture around her clit. “You’re so warm and wet. My cock is jealous.”

  She gritted her teeth when she noted the devilish gleam in his eye. He was toying with her. “Listen, I—”

  He shoved his fingers back inside, fast and hard. Her breath hitched and she sighed in pleasure at the rough invasion.

  “You were saying?”

  “Noth—nothing.” Lust rushed south, her entire body bowed as her climax neared.

  “I feel you tightening around me.” He leaned close and kissed a path from her neck to her ear where he whispered, “But I want you hotter,” and withdrew his hand once more.

  “Damn you,” she hissed, her body so primed she reached down, ready to finish the job herself.

  He grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away, growling, “Oh, no you don’t. You asked for a fantasy. I’m the person who’s going to give it to you.”

  So much blood had flowed south with her arousal—her sex ached and pulsed— he made her hornier than she ever remembered being in her life.

  They stood there, glaring at one another

  Jena started to pull her wrist away, but he used his hold to pull her against his chest. Before she could push away, he reached for her thighs and lifted, wrapping her legs around his waist and pushing her against the wall.

  He captured her lips with his as his hands slid up her thighs to grab her ass and clutch her close while he drove his erection as far into her as clothes would allow.

  She clasped his shoulders and arched against him, tiny whimpers of pleasure escaping her lips.

  “God, you’re making a dry fuck feel pretty good,” he moaned into her mouth.

  Jena laughed, reached between them, and yanked at the buckle on his pants, then the button until she could slide her hand inside. She took hold of the warm, rigid flesh and touched the tip with her thumb, rubbing the drop of cum away. She smiled when he groaned and rocked into her hand. As soon as his breathing turned ragged, she released her hold on him.

  He lifted his head from kissing her neck and met her gaze, his clearly frustrated.

  “You need to be hotter,” she mocked.

  “Damn you,” he gritted out.

  “Now why does that sound familiar?”

  Her amusement died a fast death when he pushed two fingers inside her once more, his erection pressing against his hand, adding more pressure. She panted and gyrated her hips as he thrust in and out, rubbing his thumb against her clitoris just as his fingers found her trigger spot deep within.

  “Come, sweetheart. Live the fantasy.”

  Jena dug her fingers into his shoulders. Sensations curled within her, clawing, begging to be released. He shoved his entire body against her, his thick chest, his lean hips holding her up while
he stroked her body into a tight coil of raging need.

  “Yes, oh God. Yes, yes!” She tightened her legs around him, rocking against the rhythmic movement of his hand and grinding hips. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her deeply, taking her breath away as he muffled her scream from her thoroughly satisfying orgasm.

  When her spasms finally stopped, he put his forehead on hers and they both continued to breathe heavily.

  “We’re doing this a little backwards, but…nice to meet you…”

  “Jena.”

  “Jena,” he repeated and smiled. “Harm.”

  She smiled and reached down to stroke his cock. “Now, about your—”

  The phone on the wall started to ring, interrupting her but at the same time reminding her they were in an elevator, possibly angering many hotel guests.

  Harm withdrew his hand and let her feet slide to the floor as he looked over at the phone. “Rotten timing.”

  She couldn’t help but grin. “At least for one of us.”

  “Rub it in, why don’t you?” He adjusted his pants, retrieved his hat from the floor, and pushed the button back in.

  “I still have a problem.” She tried to hold her bikini top closed while holding the towel over her bare bottom. She wasn’t being very successful. “There are several families on my floor.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Hmmm, I see what you mean.”

  The elevator stopped and sure enough, a family stood outside the elevator waiting for it. Harm reached over, pulled her against his side, and grabbed her butt, towel and all.

  “Afternoon folks,” he said in a friendly voice and walked off the elevator with her as if it were perfectly normal for him to have a tight hold on her rear while they walked.

  “Um, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she said.

  “What?” He looked down at her. “You wanted me to shadow you or something?” He shook his head, squeezed her rear, and whispered in her ear. “Uh-uh, darlin’. This is a lot more fun. Your sweet ass was made to be grabbed and often.”