Free Borrowed Cowboy (Shadow Maverick Ranch) by Parker Kincade Page B

building, the darkened area giving them some semblance of privacy.
    He backed her against the side of the building and crowded her space. “Let’s get one thing straight. When I say you’re the only woman I want to see, I mean it. I’m not just fucking asking to pass the time with you until someone else comes along. No other woman stands a chance next to you.”
    Okay, he hadn’t meant to say that, but now that he had, he wouldn’t take it back. He spoke the damned truth.
    “No games, Reese. I won’t share, you hear me? Never again.”
    She shoved at his chest. “Ditto, buster.”
    A low, guttural tone vibrated his chest a second before he captured her mouth with his. She gave no resistance; her tongue lashed out to meet his. Anger melted into lust as he tasted her, explored her mouth, taking everything she offered and demanding more.
    Desperation and hunger fueled him as he cupped her breast. He cradled her, teased her nipple to a tight point with his thumb as the humid night air cocooned them.
    He broke the kiss, rested his forehead against hers as he tried to find his breath. She was his, damn it. In this moment, right here, right now, she belonged to him.
    He released the button on her shorts and slid the zipper south.
    “Pax.” Reese’s nails dug into his biceps as he breeched her panties. “You seem to like putting your hand down my pants.”
    “I’d rather use my mouth, but I’m improvising.” Warm, wet flesh met his fingers. He pressed in, curled a finger deep.
    Reese went to her toes, a soft moan on her lips.
    The sound went straight to his cock. “I’ve thought about this all week. Touching you. Teasing you. I’d hear your cries in my dreams, and I’d wake up hard and alone. Do you want to know what I thought about when I took myself in hand?”
    He found her clit, pinched the tight bud between his thumb and forefinger.
    Her breath hitched. “Tell me,” she pleaded.
    Pax leaned in, kissed a path along her neck. Wildflowers mingled with arousal and he drew it in, filled his lungs until he’d memorized every facet of her unique scent. “I thought about this. You. How beautiful you are. How hot and perfect you feel when I’m inside you.” Sliding lower, he eased two fingers inside her, groaning as she squeezed him.
    Her mouth was swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed with a desire he felt to his bones.
    “We really should try this in a bed sometime.” Her hips moved in time to the thrust of his fingers.
    “We’ll get to that. We’ll get to a lot of other things too. First things first.” Pax nipped at her lips. “I want to watch you come. Right here under the stars.”
    “Up against the side of a bar,” she panted. Her nails dug in. His biceps were sure to bare her marks for days.
    He chuckled. “I’ll make it worth your while, sweetheart. I promise.” He found her clit again. His fingers worked from memory, remembering exactly how she liked it. How fast. How hard. Ignoring his own painful need, he gave it all to her.
    “Yes. That’s it. Just like that.” Her eyelids fluttered closed, her breaths closer together. Her muscles tightened and Pax took her mouth again, swallowing her cry as she came.
    “So fucking sexy.” Pax eased her down, slowing his movements as her hips settled. With one last caress, he removed his hand. He wrapped her in his arms, lending her his strength while she found her own.
    “I hope you don’t expect me to go back inside after that,” she said against his chest.
    “Agreed.” Not with the hard-on he currently sported.
    Her hand headed over his stomach, and Pax stopped her before she palmed him. He dropped a kiss to her forehead.
    “Not yet, baby.” His control had met its limit. At this rate, he’d come before he could get his zipper open. Not happening.
    “Follow me home?”
    He trailed the line of her bottom lip as it disappeared behind her teeth.
    “Yeah.” Pax knew then he’d follow her anywhere.

Chapter Nine
    Reese pulled into