Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Because,” he growled, his warm breath spreading over her skin. “I know what you’re hiding behind those damn clothes.”
She’d imagined him wanting her for a while now but this was almost too much, to be face to face with that reality. “Still not my fault.”
He knocked her hat off before tearing the bandana off as well. When his lips covered hers, all sense went out the window. He had firm lips, which moved tantalizingly over hers. He swallowed her gasp of shock as she gripped his large arms for stability, her legs didn’t want to support her anymore.
His tongue trailed along the seam of her lips before sliding into her mouth. He tasted so good. A moan bubbled up as he began to explore.
She’d not enjoyed her previous kisses. They had been rough, sloppy, and not at all anything she cared to repeat. However, this one, this one, astounded her. He didn’t force and Cy didn’t seem to be in any huge rush. He took his time. He delved, stroked, and dipped through her mouth.
The longer the kiss went on, the closer and tighter he held her. His hands left her upper arms to settle upon her lower back and the curve of her butt. Her hands relocated to his chest, fingers flexing upon the hard plane.
He was nothing but muscle. She could feel the strong staccato of his heart beating beneath her right palm.
“Rebecca,” he mumbled against her mouth.
Hunger surged up through her, scaring her with its intensity. Reckless and out of control, that was how she felt. And she loved it.
She didn’t answer. At least not verbally. She reconnected their mouths and slid her arms up around his neck. To hell with what she should do. Right here and right now it was about want. Moreover, she wanted this. Him. All of it.
“Baby, you’re killing me here.” He blazed a path from her mouth down her throat to the base. “All I’ve thought about is you.”
She warmed at his words and the pulse in her core grew heavier. More insistent. He swept up and carried her to a pile of hay. When she realized there was a blanket on it, she relaxed back, welcoming the heavy, hard and warm weight of Cy on her.
His hand moved deftly under her shirt, the callused palm warm and rough against her skin. She trembled and gasped at the sensations flooding her. Closing her eyes, she arched her body into his investigative touch. Not sure what she asked for but trusting her body with his hands and touch.
“I wish it were lighter out so I could see you better.” His voice poured over her like the aged whiskey her father had shared with her once. Warm with a hint of bite. Made her feel amazing and slightly light-headed.
“Please.”
“Patience,” he muttered, despite the way his hands tugged at her clothes in frantic motions.
She discarded her shirt and helped where she could in removing her binding. His large hands ripped the last bit away and she moaned as he palmed a breast. Pleasure and pain—from the rush of returning blood—exploded throughout her as he rolled the nipple in his fingers and tugged lightly on it.
“Oh…I…”
Words wouldn’t come, but they didn’t need to, he understood, tossed their clothing to the side, and laid her back again. This time when his large body covered hers, they were skin to skin. She ran her hands up powerful arms, encouraging him closer until they were chest to chest.
His thickness pressed against her and she instinctively widened her legs more. Cy peppered light kisses all around her mouth as the fingers from one hand drifted through the curls between her legs before dipping inside her.
Her hips bucked and she cried out in pleasure. One finger played with her clit as his touch continued to inflame her until she writhed beneath him, incoherently asking for something she’d never received from another. Something she’d never wanted…until Cy. But this man, she wanted it all.
His rumble of pleasure could be felt as his light kisses changed into something more. Much deeper. Incredibly intense. His tongue dueled with her own embedding his taste further into her as he removed his fingers and replaced them with the broad head of his shaft. She dug her short nails into his back, expectant. Desperate for what was to come.
He nipped her lower lip then lapped the sting away as he surged forward with his hips, sinking into her fully. A bolt of pain pierced her and she stiffened with a gasp.
Cy froze; she could feel him tremble above her. “You were…shit, why didn’t you say anything?”
She tightened her grip on him. “Don’t stop.”
His breath blew across her face and he began to move. She moaned as the pain morphed into pleasure. Oh Lord, no one said it was like this.