How To Rope A Rich Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch #2) - Anya Summers Page 0,5

his kiss. One moment he had been empty and the next, she occupied his arms. Her wet form was plastered against him. The pointed beads of her nipples were crushed against his chest. She tasted like hundred-proof whiskey, and packed just as potent a punch. His control slipped as she met his hungry passion with her own fiery desire. Need clawed at his belly.

Colt would push her away… in a moment.

Deep down, he knew the right thing to do was to release her. They were strangers. Any moment now, he would shove her away and chastise her before he sent her packing. He was seconds from forcing her away. He didn’t even know her damn name. But she tasted like every sinful fantasy he had ever had, and he couldn’t seem to find the strength to release her. Yet he should drive her away.

Her hand snaked down the front of his jeans and circled his dick.

Fuck.

All systems were go for launch as she stroked his shaft with delicate fingers that knew just the right amount of pressure to apply. Screw sanity or doing the right thing. He growled into her mouth. This was exactly what he fucking needed. If she wanted a hot roll in the hay before he kicked her off the property, he was game. He stroked his hands over the slim lines of her back, down to cup her rear.

Jesus Christ, she had a fucking sweetly shaped ass. Colt caressed her hip, and slid his hand down her thigh, drawing a leg up around his waist. He wanted her naked. He wanted to feel the clench of her cunt around his dick.

He wanted this wild woman more than he’d wanted another in a long time.

He’d gone insane. Or he was at his desk, dreaming about her and this cabin. But he no longer fucking cared. Thoughts of ripping her clothes from her hot body and taking her where they stood came to mind. Colt didn’t understand the overpowering lust she triggered inside him, that shattered his stalwart control into dust. But she roused him to fevered heights, and instead of fighting it, he welcomed the flames.

She removed her hand from his cock, catapulted herself into his arms, and wrapped her legs about his waist. The move knocked his hat off onto the floor and he couldn’t care less about the damn thing. Not when his arms were full of hot, willing woman.

They groaned in unison at the intimate contact. With his hands cupping her butt, Colt walked toward the bed, avoiding all the gear, but never breaking his stride or removing his mouth from her lush lips. His blood pounded a loud drumbeat in his veins. His erection strained against the confines of his jeans.

On the path to the bed, her delicate fingers worked at drawing his shirt off, peeling it up his chest. They grazed his skin and his muscles quivered in anticipation. When his legs bumped against the bed, he tore his mouth from hers. He took over, reached over his shoulder, and tore the tee shirt off, flinging the damn thing behind him, uncaring of where it landed. With her dark hair slicked back from her beautiful face, she beat him to her tank top and bra, her nimble fingers working until her torso was naked.

And sweet Christ, but she had gorgeous tits. They were perfectly round orbs, the rosy points jutting out thick and just begging for his lips. He needed the rest of her naked—now. She seemed to be of like mind. They helped one another in a race to remove their boots and jeans after he set her on her feet. Her mouth was hungry against his as their fingers worked to eliminate the final shreds of material from their bodies.

For a moment, they stood and stared at each other, gloriously nude, breathing heavily, lust filling their gazes.

They came together in a clash of hungry need, tumbled onto the bed and fought for purchase, for dominance. They rolled over the mattress, stroking, nipping, licking, and sucking whatever flesh they could reach, their hands hot and ravenous as they caressed each other’s flesh. This was insanity. Voracious need surged inside him.

Hurry, hurry, hurry was the drumbeat in his blood. He rolled them until she was beneath him, her thighs spread wide to accommodate his large form. And for a second, Colt thought of pulling back, of retreating. But then she gripped his dick, those slim, delicate fingers like hot steel around his