How To Rope A Rich Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch #2) - Anya Summers Page 0,69
unsure of what he might find.
It sure as hell wasn’t Avery walking into his arms and latching her mouth onto his. He held still for a moment, fighting against the incessant waves of desire as they battered against his control. But then her tongue teased the seam of his lips, and he groaned. He palmed her cheeks, holding her steady as she eviscerated the last remaining shards of his composure.
With a curse, he yanked her into his arms. One more time, he just needed one more time with the wild, thrilling rush of having her in his arms.
She vaulted up, wrapping her legs around his waist. His hands moved to cup her sweet ass, and he knew that wild horses couldn’t drag him away. He walked a few steps with her until he reached the kitchen table. Setting her on the table’s ledge, he stroked over her slim shoulders, past the swell of her breasts to the hem of her shirt.
He needed her naked, needed to feel her sweet heat clenching around him.
She purred into his mouth when his hands teased her nipples through the material of her bra as he drew her shirt up. Colt tore his mouth off hers and tugged the tank the rest of the way off. Her hands unbuttoned his gray and white flannel, shoving the material out of her way. Taking her mouth once more, he groaned at the feel of her naked breasts after he removed her bra. The sensitive nipples were hard points against his palms as he kneaded the firm mounds.
Hands raced over exposed flesh. But it still wasn’t enough. She undid his buckle and drew his jeans zipper down, then reached inside the waistband of his boxers. The hot vise of her delicate fingers slid around his dick.
On a groan as she squeezed and stroked him, he almost ripped her jeans and panties from her form, until she was naked and bare in his arms. Avery shoved his boxers and jeans down with his help, fitting his erection against her opening. With her mouth moving against his, he plunged his tongue inside just as he thrust into her pussy.
A gale force of need roared within them, picking them up as they came together with startling intensity. This wasn’t the gentle lovemaking and light touches experienced over the weekend. It was a savage conflict as they clashed together, full of pain and pleasure, as if by the very nature of their relationship, deep down they knew from their first coming together that the last time would be an all-out brawl. Both combatants laid bare before the other, the pleasure bittersweet and almost violent in its strength.
He thrust wildly, trying to imprint himself on her in some way, needing to feel her surrender. But even that would be denied him as his balls drew taut. Avery exploded in his arms, her body racked with tremors as she came. Her pussy spasmed around his thrusting cock, and her climax hurtled his body over the ledge.
Colt tossed his head back, straining as he plunged, bellowing in ecstasy as he came. His seed jettisoned into her quivering channel in hot waves of elation so profound, he had to lock his knees to keep them from buckling from the sheer cataclysmic force.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and held her close. She was wrapped around him and he was still embedded in her sweet heat. Avery pressed a kiss against his neck and whispered, “I love you, Colt.”
He stiffened. Like he’d been dowsed with a bucket of ice water, the haze of sexual satisfaction evaporated.
Rage rose up and damn near choked him with its wrath. Disentangling himself from her arms and body, he stepped back and glared at her. “That’s rather convenient timing, don’t you think?”
“What are you talking about? Because I love you, you think it’s convenient? How, because I said it out loud? You’re not making any sense.” She reached for him.
Be he backed away, yanked his boxers and jeans back into place and snapped, “Just stop with this whole love deal—you don’t even know me, you can’t possibly love me.”
She jumped down off the table looking like Lady Godiva in her naked glory and paced after him. “I think I know myself very well. I know my own heart. I’m sorry if my feelings scare you. That wasn’t my intention, but I won’t apologize for the way I feel about you.”