How To Rope A Rich Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch #2) - Anya Summers Page 0,12

same stubble that had rubbed against her cheeks and neck, that she longed to feel again. It made his full lips appear downright sinful. “I used an air horn to scare the lions away. I carry a portable one in my hiking pack wherever I travel. It can be tricky to get it through customs sometimes, but I manage.”

“That’s rather brilliant. Avery?” He held her close, his big, calloused, working man’s hands caressing the length of her back.

“Yeah?” Arousal hummed through her veins. She wanted those hands of his all over her, and vice versa. She licked her lips and swallowed, her throat suddenly dry as she looked at him.

“I know you said that we didn’t have to have sex if I stayed the night. But what if I wanted to? What if I wanted to spend whatever hours we have tonight making love to you?” he asked in a husky bedroom voice. She felt the rumble of it in her chest.

Need curled inside her; his words electrified her entire being. “Then I would say, what are you waiting for? Because I’ve been on board with that idea since I asked you to stay the night.”

“And you don’t mind that I’m a Dominant?”

She shook her head in the negative. “No. I need your hands on me, Colt.”

He cupped her cheek, his thumb rasping over her bottom lip. The callouses made the caress tingle. She darted her tongue out and sucked his digit into her mouth, desperate for a taste of him. Beyond aroused and needy for the hunky cowboy, Avery held his gaze, as if in a hypnotic trance as she sucked on his thumb. Pleasure spread through her as his eyes darkened with desire. She raked his thumb with her teeth when he withdrew it from her mouth.

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” His husky voice rumbled deep in his chest—flush against him, she felt the vibration spread through her torso to pool in her belly.

Colt’s mouth crushed hers. The banked embers of lust ignited a five-alarm fire that there was no stopping. The scorching flames of his kiss made all the loneliness of months and years on her own dissipate, all the empty spaces inside her overflow until he was all that was there.

Combustible.

It was the only word that suited the hungry mating of tongues and lips and the way they came together. Avery slid her hands up his chest, threaded her fingers into his soft hair, and held on, imprisoning his mouth against hers. She kissed him, and held nothing back, showing him just how much she wanted him.

Colt’s lips touched hers and all the chaotic thoughts in a constant tumble in her brain stilled. The world faded around them.

He tipped her head up, slanted his mouth, changed the angle of the kiss and turned it downright carnal. His dominant gesture made her weak-kneed with a profound craving for more. Kissing Colt was akin to a wild white-water rafting excursion. She wanted to hang on for dear life as she dipped and plunged.

Colt dragged her down to the floor until she lay beneath him.

While his mouth ravished hers, he untied the belt holding her robe in place. Avery shivered as he drew the material aside. He raised her arms up above her head, bracketing her wrists with one hand against the floor. Hot, liquid flames poured through her at the authoritative move. She’d never had a man restrain her hands before, and was surprised by the deluge of desire it caused.

Colt lifted his mouth, his slate-blue gaze suffused with lust. He traced his fingers lightly over her shoulders, and then down her chest to circle her breasts. He teased her nipples and they hardened into stiff peaks. His touch sparked pleasured tingles that raced from her breast to pool in her sex.

“You’ve got one hell of a body, Avery.” His hand trailed over her abdomen, slipped down between her thighs, and dipped inside her folds.

Her hips jerked at the onslaught of immeasurable pleasure. Her hands fisted against his restraining her. Colt fingered her sex, stroking and tormenting her, watching her reaction as he drove her wild. He lowered his mouth and tongued a nipple before sucking the taut bud into the hot cavern of his mouth. His hot gaze remained steady as he penetrated her sheath, thrusting two digits inside and making her writhe.

She was helpless against the storm of desire, rocking her hips to meet his thrusting fingers. She panted as he loved her. Her moans