Page 30 of Home to the Cowboy

Slipping an arm around his neck, she watched his face. He really was a beautiful man. Square jaw, broad shoulders and his mouth … oh, my goodness, that mouth. Fascinated, she lifted her hand and traced his bottom lip.

Groaning, he quickly moved his hand and sucked in her finger. She felt it right down to her toes. “Dylan …”

“June, I-I …” he got out as he slid her down his body. Before she could say anything, he was kissing her, pressing her up against a truck. Probably his, but she couldn’t really care. All she cared about was that he didn’t stop. Ever.

Those big hands slid possessively over her shoulders, down her back, stoking the smoldering embers as far as they went.

Gasping, he lifted his head. “Get in the truck, please, before I undress you right here.”

Delicious shivers rippled through her body as he helped her inside, making sure his hand touched her breast ever so slightly.

By the time he was behind the wheel, she was ready to rip off her clothes. As he drove away from the hotel, he pulled at her skirt. “Lift up your skirt, I have to touch you …”

Unable to do anything else, she complied. As his warm hand clamped around her leg, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Feverish, she moved closer to him. It wasn’t enough though, not nearly. Her fingers were opening his shirt buttons before she even thought about it, and she only relaxed somewhat when she was finally able to touch him too.

As he drove back to the house, his hand slid ever so slowly up her leg. Half delirious with wanting to be with this man, she turned and bending down put her lips on his warm skin. Her mouth moved down his throat, over his chest …

Just when she was ready to explode, the sound of screeching tires brought her back to earth.

“Your key?” Dylan demanded.

She was already digging it out. “Here.”

“I’ll unlock and come back for you.” Jumping out of the truck he raced toward the front door.

There was no way she could wait. As quickly as her high heels and long skirt allowed her, she got out of the truck and ran toward the front door as Dylan was pushing it open.

“I said wait …”

Dragging him after her, she closed the door. “You seriously wanna scold me right now?” She’d left a side lamp on before she’d left earlier. In the half-light, his eyes were glittering, sending messages that had her heart beating way too fast.

“Damn it, June …” Throwing his hat to the side, he pushed her against the wall, sweeping his hands down her body. “You make me crazy …”

“Ditto,” she just managed before his hot lips closed over hers.

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Dylan couldn’t get enough of her. Soft curves, lean lines, rose petal skin, silky hair. Wafts of her soft, flowery scent were everywhere, seeping through his skin where it joined his heated blood.

Her hands were busy opening more buttons of his shirt.

“At last,” she breathed as she opened his shirt. “Impressive six-pack, cowboy.” Her words were husky, not quite steady, and even before her mouth slid over his chest, his blood shot way past boiling point.

Shrugging off his shirt, he caught her mouth again. Her lips were soft and warm, and wet from his previous kisses, and within seconds he was burning up. Gasping for air he lifted his head, steadying himself against the wall with his arms. “I … I don’t want to rush this …”

“Too late,” she moaned, slipping her arms around his body.

With his blood roaring in his ears, he bent down and kissed her again. All too soon, it wasn’t enough. He wanted more, so much more. As his mouth slid down her neck, his hands cupped her gorgeous breasts.

He swallowed her gasp, pulling her closer still while his hands ran over her, torturing them both giving her as much pleasure as he could. Her next moan came from deep in her throat at the same moment her heart tripped under his hand.

His own groan filled the air as he finally slipped his hand inside her strapless top so that he could touch her without any obstacle. Soft;, so, so soft.

“Wait.” Her hand moved behind her body and the next moment she threw the top to the side. The stone of the necklace he’d given her was lying between her breasts.

Nearly reverently, he fondled her breasts, his eyes roaming over her flushed face, her tangled hair, her swollen lips. “Beautiful. You’re so, so beautiful.” Bending down, he closed his mouth over a hardened nipple.

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