she bent down and ran her tongue over the curve of his lips. As her breasts flattened against his chest and his hips flexed to meet hers, she spilled everything she felt out into a hot, fiery kiss that burned through the last of her scruples.
Sarah Landon, Two Shot cowgirl, had returned. And surprisingly, Sarah Landon, prissy professional, was really glad to see her.
***
Talk about shifting gears. Lane had never seen a girl change from prim and proper to sweet and sexy so fast in his life. He drew back, partly to appreciate the sight of Sarah sprawled beneath him and partly to make sure it was really happening.
Her eyes were half closed, her hair a tangled mass framing her pale face. Her T-shirt had ridden partway up and somehow the top button of her jeans had come undone. She was an open invitation any man would accept.
He stroked a finger across the waistline of her jeans. His finger dipped down into the V created by the undone button and her skin rippled in response.
Bending down, he kissed her again, his hand skimming up her body. Her abs didn’t feel like a city girl’s; they were taut and strong but not hard like a gym six-pack. He kissed the spot at the juncture of her ribs, then lifted the shirt higher. She sighed and arched her back, her breasts straining at the confines of her bra, and he deftly undid the front clasp and peeled away the thin fabric.
The sight of her lying half naked on his bed in the moonlight was something he never wanted to forget, and for a minute he just drank her in. She twisted her body, closing her eyes and parting her lips as if not having his hands on her was torture. He cupped both hands around her breasts, squeezing them gently, and licked a slow circle around each nipple. She gasped and made a pleading sound, a little cry that flooded him with feeling. He’d been hard since they danced, but now he was balanced on the thin line between pain and pleasure, his skin stretching over muscles so taut and tense that the slightest touch would send him over the edge.
He made a conscious effort to slow down, flicking his tongue over the rising peaks of her breasts, giving each one his full attention. She squirmed her approval and her jeans edged lower, the zipper parting to reveal a hint of lace and a few reddish curls. His hand drifted down and touched her there and he felt that ripple run through her body again as she threw her head back and bit her lip.
He wanted to have her, take her, now. He wanted to claw off her jeans, rip away the lace, spread her open, and bury himself inside her. The urge was so strong it shocked him.
She reached up and pulled his face to hers, kissing him with a wildness that echoed his own, and suddenly they were writhing like animals, clawing at each other’s clothes.
Slow down, he told himself. Slow down. But she buried her fingers in his hair and slid her tongue into his mouth, gliding it out and in again in an unmistakable demand. Slowing down was out of the question.
He reached down to unfasten his belt and her fingers tangled in his, clawing and tugging until she managed to release him, and then her hand skimmed up the underside of him and her thumb swept over the top. He was afraid he’d be finished before they even started, so he sat back, resolving to savor the way the moonlight polished her body and shaded her curves.
But when he stopped, the world rushed in and reality hit. He stopped with his shirt half off, and when she reached up to finish the job he trapped her hand in his.
“Sarah, you—I think you might have had too much to drink.” He breathed out a long, shuddering breath. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”
She sat up and yanked at the shirt, hauling it away from his bruised shoulder.
“I am not drunk,” she said. “I can hold my liquor. I’m from a town called Two Shot, for heaven’s sake.”
“Honey, you’re no bigger than a minute,” he said. “There’s no way…”
“Do you want me to walk a straight line down the middle of the trailer? Look.” She closed her eyes and spread her arms, then touched the tip of her nose with each index finger.
It was silly, but somehow ridiculously erotic. At