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touch of a feather, teasing, promising, then darting away. When he finally dipped his tongue into the hot well of her cunt she screamed with pleasure, hitching her hips, trying to draw him deeper inside her.
    But again he darted and retreated, tasted and backed off. Her torment was his pleasure. Her need fed his desire.
    Suddenly he moved up her body again, straddling her, his hugely swollen cock bobbing at her. He moved one hand from her arm to wrap his fingers around his shaft and rubbed it lightly across her lips.
    “Taste me,” he told her, his voice husky. “Wrap your mouth around me.”
    She opened her mouth wide, let him slide over her lips, then closed around him and swirled her tongue against the underside of his cock. His breath hissed through his teeth and he rocked his hips back and forth, dragging himself over the edge of her teeth, feeling the pull of her lips against his skin.
    Then he was moving again, shifting his body, turning her on her side, sliding his cock into her mouth again while his fingers opened her pussy wide and his tongue plundered her. It felt as if a hot wire had invaded her, singeing her nerves and causing her inner muscles to pulse and throb.
    God, she wanted to come so badly but he was keeping her at the edge, just hanging there, release tempting her like a forbidden treat. When he pressed one finger against her anus, massaging the tight, puckered skin, the level of pleasure was almost too much for her to bear without the possibility of release.
    “Please,” she gasped, pulling her mouth back from his cock, her fingers massaging his balls. “Oh, Gabe, I can’t stand it anymore.”
    “Neither can I,” he growled. “I guess I’ll have to save the rest for later.”
    He moved again, she heard the sound of the condom being rolled on, then he was holding her legs wide as he entered her with one, swift stroke. The moment he filled her he stopped, the heat of passion flaring in his eyes, his gaze holding hers.
    “I want you, Rachel,” he growled. “Tonight, tomorrow, forever. My job will change but there’s always a threat. But know that I will protect you with my life.”
    “I love you,” she told him. “Dancing with danger keeps me on my toes.”
    “Then get ready for the dance of your life,” he told her, setting up a fierce rhythm.
    It took only seconds before he carried them both over the edge into a whirlwind of pleasure, the pulsing of their joined bodies a silent promise for the future.

    About the Author

    I always wonder what readers really want to know when I write one of these things. Getting to this point in my career has been an interesting journey. I’ve managed rock and roll bands and organized concerts. Been the only female on the sports staff of a university newspaper. Immersed myself in Nashville peddling a country singer. Lived in five different states. Married two very interesting but totally different men.
    I think I must have lived in Texas in another life, because the minute I set foot on Texas soil I knew I was home. Living in Texas Hill Country gives me inspiration for more stories than I’ll probably ever be able to tell, what with all the sexy cowboys who surround me and the gorgeous scenery that provides a great setting.
    Each day is a new adventure for me, as my characters come to life on the pages of my current work in progress. I’m absolutely compulsive about it when I’m writing and thank all the gods and goddesses that I have such a terrific husband who encourages my writing and puts up with my obsession. As a multi-published author, I love to hear from my readers. Their input keeps my mind fresh and always hunting for new ideas.

    Desiree welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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