Free Cowboy Heat by Delilah Devlin Page B

a wife, and now I need a man.” Her head shot up, and she glared into his eyes. All her adult life she watched as people took from her what they wanted, ignoring her wishes. For once, she wanted something, and she had worked to get him here. His words would not stop her.
    He met her stare, his gaze narrowing a bit, but he remained mute. His whole body was as taut as a bowstring.
    Meghan pushed herself to her knees and lifted her hands tocup her breasts. “Do you not want to touch me? Am I not… fit?” She swallowed back the word “pretty” because that wasn’t important. She was a woman who needed to be fucked and here was a fine specimen to do just that.
    “Not like this.”
    What did this cowboy know? Closing her eyes, she caressed her body with long strokes to the rhythm of a remembered chant taught by a wise Indian woman who’d befriended her. The chant lifted Meghan away into a world where pain couldn’t reach.
    With gentle tugs, she plucked her nipples until they stood pert and pointy, the sensation zinging straight to her core. Her pussy clenched and dewy drops trickled along her nether lips. Without another thought, she straddled Bo’s hips and centered her pussy over his cock, circling and lowering herself inch by inch onto the broad shaft. At first, his girth burned her channel, and she sucked in a breath until her body relaxed and accepted the invasion. Then pleasure overtook her senses as she rocked her body along his length. Too long had she gone without feeling filled, too long had her agile fingers provided her only release.
    Bracing her hands on his stomach, she rode his cock hard, pumping her hips and hearing the slap of her asscheeks against his thighs. Her breasts swung and bounced with each thrust, keeping her nipples tight. Arousal tightened her clittie, and she angled her hips to grind that sensitive pearl against his crisp groin hairs. A move that had always achieved the desired result. But this time, her orgasm wouldn’t explode. The arousal deep in her belly slowly unwound and dissipated.
    What had just happened? A sense of deep shame constricted her chest. Breaths rasped through her lips, and tears clogged her throat.
    When she was sure her expression was under control, she glanced at Bo’s face. His jaw was clamped tight, and his cheekswere rigid as he stared to the side, out the window. An all-too-familiar posture—one she’d adopted many times at the beginning of her capture.
    With a strangled sob, she stumbled off the bed, tossed a blanket over her shoulders, and dashed outside. Only then did she let the emotion wash through her and allow the tears to stream down her cheeks. Too many years of self-preservation had twisted her heart. Maybe she deserved to be on her own, maybe this place on the fringe of society was all she’d be allowed.
    “Meghan, come back. Talk to me.”
    Bo’s words held no rancor but just a hint of need. No man wanted to feel vulnerable, and hog-tied and naked was about as vulnerable as one could be.
    Using the edge of the blanket to wipe her face, she heaved a sigh and stepped back into the cabin. She swapped the blanket for her dress, shoved her feet into her moccasins, making sure to slip a small knife inside her right boot. Then she stood several feet from the bed, head bowed. “I’m ready to free you, but only if you promise not to punish me.”
    “Meghan, look at me.”
    Shame and guilt filled her, and she wasn’t brave enough to look again into his dark eyes. Gone would be the laughing expression she’d been drawn to at the pool. Instead, they’d be filled with retribution and blame, and that wasn’t the way she wanted to remember her cowboy. She moved to the foot of the bed and loosened the knots in the thongs, keeping her gaze focused on her task. Next she untied his left hand, saving his strong hand for last, and shuffled back to the foot of the bed.
    His hand dropped to the mattress with a thud and Bo let out a groan. “Damn, my arm’s on