Free Naked Heat: Naked Cowboys, Book 7 by Desiree Holt

loving the feel of honest perspiration and the play of hard muscle beneath the surface. His mouth was searing and wet on her, and she wanted it everywhere on her body. She felt as if she was floating in a sea of erotic waves, their crests lapping at her. She could have been on a cushioned mattress rather than a sleeping bag on a hard floor for all she knew.
    She felt Mac unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts and then sliding them down her legs and pushing her thighs apart. She opened her eyes when she heard the sharp intake of his breath.
    “Jesus, Nida. You are fucking gorgeous. Everywhere. Just everywhere.”
    He stroked the inside of her thighs, feather-light touches that drove her wild. When she tried to close her thighs around his hand, he thrust one of his legs between hers and wedged them in place. Wanting to feel more of him too, she managed to unsnap and unzip his jeans and shove them past his hips.
    “Off,” she demanded. “I want you naked too.”
    He laughed, a low, lusty sound. “Not yet. I’m so hard and ready I might embarrass myself.”
    “I can handle that.” She grinned as she realized what she’d said. “I can definitely handle that.”
    “And you will get the chance. But my turn first.”
    Before she could blink, he was kneeling between her thighs, the flame in his eyes scorching her as he took in every inch of her body. She felt totally decadent, lying there with her bra flipped open and a tiny scrap of silk covering her mound. She’d developed a self-consciousness about her body after—
    Don’t go there.
    Because with Mac, she felt completely wanton, her body thrumming with need.
    He bent to her breasts again, swirling his tongue around the hardened tips and biting gently, just enough to make her juices flow and dampen her panties. The craving inside her continued to build, intensifying as he again trailed his mouth down her tummy. Only this time he didn’t stop until he reached her silk-covered pussy. He lapped at her through her panties, pushing the flimsy fabric between the lips of her pussy, taking little nips before tracing her slit with his educated tongue.
    “Mmm.” Another moan tumbled from her throat and past her lips as pleasure coursed through her. She tried to close her legs, trapping his head in place, but he pressed his fingers into her thighs, holding them apart as he feasted on her.
    He caught the edge of her panties with his teeth and drew them slowly down until her entire pussy was exposed. His nostrils flared as he caught the increasingly strong scent of her musk. As if impatient suddenly to be rid of any barriers, he yanked her panties down past her feet and tossed them to the side. Then he was on her with his mouth again, pressing her legs wide to expose her while he feasted and feasted and took his pleasure.
    But nothing compared to the pleasure he was giving her. His tongue was a live wire on the inner lips of her cunt, along the wet valley of her slit and circling the throbbing nub of her clit. Over and over, driving her to the peak of pleasure but not quite pushing her there. Until, at last, he spread her labia and drove his tongue deep inside her.
    She convulsed, her body shaking, back arching as she lifted herself to his mouth. She knotted her fists in the fabric of the sleeping bag to anchor herself, oblivious to the hard floor beneath her. Mac continued to lap at her, to caress her folds and her slit with his tongue until the last tiny spasm had subsided and her body relaxed, spent. With a soft sound of satisfaction, he moved up her body to press his mouth to hers, his lips soft and warm and coated with the taste of her cream. The kiss was so erotic that she felt her body stirring again.
    Lordy! If this was what happened when he used his mouth on her, what would it be like when his cock was inside her? And did she have the strength to find out?
    Mac broke the kiss and trailed his mouth along her jawline and down the slender column of her neck. He was drunk on