his hips to draw him in.
He slid home and paused, breathing deep, the feel of her exquisite and painful at once. Her nails dug into his back, heels tightening on his hips. She arched beneath and clenched her channel around him.
“What are you waiting for, cowboy?” she murmured in his ear.
He drew out, then went in, slowly filling her, then repeated the motion, faster, harder as she encouraged him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He wasn’t going to last long so it was good that she was already coming again, her cries filling the air, her core spasming around him, sending him over the edge. He thrust harder, through her orgasm, gritting his teeth, trying to prolong the moment, then stiffened as he came with a shout. His head fell forward, his body shuddering with the strength of his climax, feeling her channel convulse and milk him. Several minutes later, he slid to the side, pulling her to him in a spoon, caressing her belly languidly.
Damn, if he’d known how amazing she was last week, he might not have walked away so easily. Their chemistry was explosive, and she was fun to spend time with. Now that he knew, he needed to find a way to convince her to give them a shot. She was going to require seducing both in and out of bed to show he was serious.
He wrapped an arm around her waist. He was patient. She was worth it.
Sierra lay snuggled against Colt, sated and lazy after that amazing bout of lovemaking. He quickly cleaned up and came back, covering them both with a warm blanket since the nights were still cool in late spring in Montana. She still twitched with the aftereffects of two amazing orgasms, and she lay boneless against him, completely relaxed in a way she’d never been before. Not even meditation at that mountain retreat had brought her the peace she was feeling in this moment.
She’d done her fair share of dating, especially when she had been wild and free after breaking free from her mother. Not that her mother had ever been that strict or controlling in the first place. But Sierra had followed in her mother’s footsteps, looking for love in all the wrong places for a few years until she realized what she was doing and decided to make some changes. She’d dated since then, but no one had made her body sing like Colt had. And she realized she could easily become addicted to this man.
He was so much more than a fling. Their date had been fun, and she’d found herself relaxing and sharing far more than she’d expected, finding him a good listener and interested in what she wanted. That level of attention from anyone was insidious and seductive, and she feared she could lose herself in wanting to be with him, to have this feeling all the time.
When he left, where would she be? Would she follow him, putting her own life, her dreams on hold for any crumbs of affection or time he would have for her? He would have a full life, with his music and career and touring. Where would she and her business fit? She would be sacrificed in favor of his world because the two could not coexist, and she would lose every time.
Sierra needed to focus on her future and protect her heart. It wouldn’t be easy, but she was an adult and could keep this relationship on the physical level, keeping her emotions out of it, as long as she was prepared. Colt was in Nashville and on the road, a traveler, while Sierra had a business and roots in Granite Junction. She wasn’t going to put her life and her dreams second to any man. She would enjoy her time but make sure she didn’t fall in love.
Chapter Eight
The next couple of weeks passed in a blur of passion and contentment, the likes of which Colt had never experienced. Previously, in between tours, he’d spent his time torn between extreme boredom and anxiety over what he’d be recording next. That had become the rhythm of his life, cycles of being on the go with his tours or waiting around for the next one. This time it was different. He spent the days riding out with the ranch hands, or he spent time writing music, the muse having found him as Piper had said it would. Of course it wasn’t Ty who’d inspired him, like he’d done for