Colorado Abduction - By Cassie Miles & Marie Ferrarella Page 0,47
her, held her so tightly that he took her breath away.
Carolyn reeled in his arms, unaccustomed to such fierce passion. Her leg wrapped around his thigh, squeezing hard, rubbing against him. Arousal spread through her like wildfire. She wanted more from him. Demanded it.
He tore off her jacket, discarded it on the floor of the office and peeled off his own. Her hands dove under his black turtleneck and climbed his chest, reveling in the touch of crisp hair and hard muscle. Kissing him again, her arms encircled him. Her fingers clutched at his back.
A deep growl emanated from his throat, and she met that primitive sound with a moan of her own. No more time for thought. Only action.
He swung her around so she was pressed against the desk, and she was glad for the support. He yanked her shirt over her head. In a deft move, he unhooked her bra. He tugged at her barrette and her hair cascaded out of the ponytail.
For a moment he paused. His dark eyes slid over her body, naked from the waist up. “Beautiful,” he murmured.
Slowly and purposefully, he cupped her breasts and lowered his head to suckle at her rose-colored nipples.
Her back arched. She bared her throat as a burst of pleasure exploded inside her.
He went lower, trailing his clever tongue along the center line of her torso. Her belt was open. He unfastened the top button of her jeans.
Breathing hard, she slithered through his grasp and sank to the floor in front of the desk. No way would she be the only person naked in this equation.
“Your shirt,” she growled. “Take it off.”
“You like to give orders.”
“I like to be obeyed.”
When he took off his shirt, she stared, unabashed. Oh yes, he was something else. Big. Strong. Gorgeous.
She lay back on the woven Navajo rug. “Now your jeans.”
“You’re going first.”
Teasing, he tugged at her jeans while she made a half-hearted effort to keep them on. This was a battle of wills that she had no intention of winning.
Finally, their clothes were gone. He lowered himself on top of her. The sensation of flesh meeting flesh created a friction unlike anything she’d ever experienced. Burke matched her passion and overwhelmed her.
He drew away from her and reached for his jeans. “I need a condom.”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” In his eyes, she saw a hint of hesitation. “Damn it, Burke. I’m clean. This is the safest sex you’ll ever have.”
“There’s nothing safe about you, lady.”
He was right about that. Nothing safe about either one of them.
Burke hadn’t come to the Carlisle Ranch to make friends, and he never expected to find a lover. Her long, sexy legs wrapped around him. Her arms held him tight. Before he realized what she was doing, she’d rolled over so she was on top, straddling him. In control.
Oh hell, no. He wanted more from her before he reached climax.
He pulled her back down and rolled again. He looked down into her fascinating green eyes. Her lips parted. He covered her mouth with his own, stealing her breath.
She turned her head away. Her body writhed beneath him. “Now,” she demanded.
“Not yet.”
His need had grown to an almost unbearable level, but he intended to make this moment into something she’d remember for the rest of her life. Paying careful, sensual attention to every part of her body, he brought her to the shivering edge of climax.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please, Burke.”
“Since you ask so politely…”
He entered her with a hard thrust. She drew him tighter, tighter. The time for game playing was over. He couldn’t hold back for one more second. Driven by a primal need, the fierce rhythm of their lovemaking raced, fast and furious, until they exploded together.
He collapsed onto the rug beside her, holding her trembling body against him.
There was no need for words.
Finally, he and Carolyn were in total agreement.
Gradually he became aware of the reality of their surroundings. They were lying on a woven rug on a hard floor. The air was chilly. He kissed the top of her head. Her black hair was soft and smelled like spring flowers. “Carolyn?”
She responded with a muffled sound and snuggled closer.
“Carolyn, are you asleep?”
He separated from her and looked down. Her eyes were closed. A contented smile curved her lips. He studied her face in a way she’d never allow if she’d been awake and scrappy. In the smooth curve of her forehead he saw innocence and sweetness. The stubborn jut of her chin