Free Cowboy Take Me Away by Soraya Lane

finished her sentence. He didn’t waste time, cupping her face with his hands as he brought his mouth closer to hers, her ragged breath only spurring him on more. Chase brushed his lips over Hope’s slowly, the softest of touches to give her every chance to pull away, and when she didn’t, he smiled against her mouth, their lips touching then parting over and over again. But it wasn’t enough and it was taking every inch of his willpower not to bend her hard over the counter and strip her down naked. And if they hadn’t been in a crowded bar, he doubted he’d be so restrained.
    Instead he pushed up harder into her, tasting her mouth as he dipped his tongue against hers, his hands still in her long, golden hair as they kissed. Hope’s body was relaxed into his, her mouth matching his, her fingers clenching into his hair now, tugging harder as her lips moved faster. Her moan only spurred him on more, his hands all over her, skimming her waist, resting on her hips. He’d waited a helluva long time for this, and being up close and personal with Hope was every inch as good as he’d remembered.
    â€œChase.”
    He groaned and tugged Hope back when she pulled away, planting his lips on hers again. He was so damn hard there was no way she hadn’t felt it, the sensation of her wriggling up against him, her arms looped around his neck as she tipped her head back, making him bend over to keep his mouth firm to hers. But he could tell when a good thing was about to end, and in less than a few seconds Hope was wiggling out of his grasp.
    â€œChase.” This time her tone told him not to push her.
    â€œMmm-hmm,” he muttered, eyes on her mouth, admiring how plump and pillowy it looked. Her lip gloss was gone but her lips were even pinker than before, rouged from all the kissing.
    â€œChase, I’m serious,” she insisted, her fingers untangling from his hair as he groaned, trying to keep his pelvis locked against hers. Hope planted both hands on his chest, forcing him back this time.
    â€œYou sure?” he asked, his voice gravelly as he ground out the words.
    â€œWe’ve both had too much to drink,” she told him, holding firmly on to his upper biceps now as if she were trying to lock him into place. She had no chance of holding him, all he had to do was rotate forward and he could have her pinned against the bar with no chance of escape. But that wasn’t what he wanted to do with Hope. No . He wanted her as desperate for him as he was for her, begging to be held, aching to be kissed. Forcing her into anything wasn’t his style—he liked his women to be every bit as hot for him as he was for them.
    â€œMaybe we’ve had just enough to drink?” he asked.
    Hope laughed, her head tipped back again, the delicate skin of her neck on show as she tilted her body before swinging back up again and firmly shaking her head.
    â€œNo, Chase.”
    â€œHow about yes, Chase ?”
    She made a delicious guttural noise when he bent and pressed his lips to her neck, opening his mouth and sucking gently, his tongue exploring as he tasted just above her collarbone.
    â€œYou wanna get out of here?” he asked when he finally raised his head. It was like they were the only two people in the room, everything else blurring out as he focused every bit of his energy on the exquisite woman in front of him.
    She hesitated long and hard, her gaze flitting from his eyes to his mouth and lingering for a long, long time on the latter. “We can’t go back to my place,” she finally whispered against his lips, stepping in closer to indulge in another long, wet kiss like she’d rethought her decision to say no and decided on exactly the opposite.
    He chuckled. “But we can go back to my truck.”
    Hope shook her head. “You’ve had too much to drive.”
    â€œWho said anything about driving?”
    A memory of the two of them laughing