How To Rope A Rich Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch #2) - Anya Summers Page 0,34
fiery passion rose inside her and grew exponentially until she was part of him. It was a carnal mating of tongues and lips. Avery had never considered herself an overtly sexual person. She enjoyed sex, enjoyed having a lover to while away the hours with. But this, where a simple kiss left her deaf, dumb, and blind to the outside world, was another experience altogether. It was worse than when she was involved in her work and absentminded about the time or her other responsibilities. Because she knew she couldn’t pull herself away from him.
Colt tore his mouth from hers. “Avery, Jesus.”
“Right here, right now, Colt. I need you. I meant what I said. Take me.” She panted and ground herself against his crotch.
He groaned, the hands cupping her rear tightened, and he pressed her back up against the smooth stone. He snaked a hand between them, shifted her panties aside, and lowered his boxers enough to free his beautiful cock. And then he was furrowing inside her sheath with those hard inches, pressing deep until he grazed the lip of her womb.
“Hard and fast, I need—”
He cut her off with his mouth and growled, “I know what you need, just hang on to me, dammit.”
His mouth muffled her moans as he fucked her. God, the way this man loved her… Colt just had to look at her, and she wanted him. Wanted him to screw her brains out until she couldn’t remember her own damn name.
The waterfall shielded them from the outside world so that it was just the two of them. The sounds of their lovemaking echoed in the small space. The way he filled her, plunging deep inside, with fast, urgent strokes, drove her wild. The euphoria of it, the pleasure, left her breathless. She undulated against him, reveling in the sense of freedom, in the fury of their combined need, as they raced toward a glistening peak.
When her climax hit, she sobbed his name, “Colt.”
Ecstasy exploded through her system. It was cataclysmic, shifting her entire center of gravity as she clung to him, trembling in his arms. And she felt him strain, his cock jerking as he rammed deep, and he emptied inside her with a long, husky groan.
They held each other, glued to one another, and Avery knew in that instant that she was falling for him. That could be the only explanation for the way he made her feel. But it was also a complication—a big one, when he had indicated he preferred to keep things light between them.
She had ten days left before she had to leave for Vegas. Perhaps by the time her stay was up, she would grow tired of him, she thought, even when there was a part of her that yearned for more, for him to change his mind and agree to leave with her. But she shouldn’t wish for more than he was willing to give.
Maybe this was all they were supposed to have, this glorious, world-altering love affair for the short time she stayed on the ranch.
Avery had learned the hard way what taking a wish and attempting to make it a reality got you: standing in a church with a groom telling you he didn’t love you enough, that you were lacking in some basic fundamental way, and a shattered heart.
She shivered against him. It would be a bad idea all around to fall for Colt. But deep down, she feared it was too late.
“Problem?” he murmured against her neck. His scruff gently scraped against her skin and sent tingles throughout her body.
“No problem. Just cold.”
“Now she’s cold…” He lifted his head and gave her a lopsided smile. “Let’s head back, get the gear, and leave. I think we’ve had enough fishing.”
“And likely scared all the fish away with that performance.”
He chuckled and planted a quick kiss on her lips. “Don’t ever change, woman.”
He had no idea, but that was the nicest compliment she had ever received.
7
Avery woke the next day and could still smell Colt on her sheets, even though he had not spent the night last night. The lingering traces of his presence made her want to stay in bed, surrounded by his male scent. But she had data she had gathered and recorded from the last two nights to review and study. There were the CCD images, the electromagnetic readings, the computations on the Morgan Comet trajectory, and the thermal imaging video feed to scour through for signs of UFOs. With immense reluctance,