Free A Cowboy's Charm by Brandi Michaels Page B

you’ve been doing to me since you came home?” He drew her hand down his body and pressed it against the fullness in his lap.
    Callie felt the thick ridge of flesh beneath the denim. It was granite hard and it fascinated her. She wanted to explore. She wanted to learn all about him. When she squeezed and stroked, Rylan inhaled sharply and more of her inhibitions were lost.
    His hand went to his belt, trembling slightly as he unbuckled it and unsnapped his jeans. His bulging flesh forced the zipper down, giving her better access.
    She fondled him through the soft cotton of his briefs, awed by the deep, guttural sounds he made and the way his body throbbed at her touch. It gave her a heady feeling of power. Emboldened, she pushed aside fabric and grasped the hard, satiny flesh. A ragged groan rumbled from Rylan’s chest as his hips bucked.
    He abruptly turned down an unmarked lane and pulled to the side of the road. After shutting off the engine he slid the bench seat back to give them more space.
    “Stop!” His voice was low and raspy with tension as he grabbed her hand to halt the caresses. “Much more and I’ll come apart!”
    She slid back to her side of the seat and urged him to follow. When he’d shifted, he scooped her into his lap. She straddled his thighs, her skirt riding up to her hips. Wild anticipation coursed through her.
    Rylan slid his hands up her bare legs to grip her thighs. He buried his face between her breasts, rubbing it back and forth against her lush curves. Callie clutched her fingers in his hair, holding him close to her heart as desire threatened to consume her. She wanted his mouth on her naked flesh. She wanted to feel every inch of him against every inch of her but there was too little space and too much clothing. She squirmed and moaned in frustration.
    “Easy, baby,” he mumbled, tugging both her shirts up until he could reach the fastener of her bra. Then he shoved all her clothes out of his way and took one soft breast in his mouth. She arched against him as he sucked deeply, sending fire shooting straight to her womb. She rubbed her pussy against him impatiently, flexing restless fingers in his hair.
    He continued to lick and tease her nipples, lavishing them with equal attention. Her heart pounded frantically against her chest as she felt the heavy pull of his mouth. She thought she’d go crazy if she couldn’t fill the aching emptiness between her legs.
    Rylan finally eased his worship of her breasts long enough to adjust his jeans and slide her skirt up to her waist. The tiny red panties were no match for his impatient fingers. He quickly snatched them out of his way and cupped her intimately.
    Callie sucked in her breath as his fingers began to explore. Her gaze shot to his eyes. They glittered with raw, primitive hunger.
    “So hot and ready,” he whispered as his thumb prepared her for further invasion.
    “Rylan!” she cried throatily.
    “Tell me what you want, baby,” he coaxed thickly. He nibbled on her lower lip as she began to writhe in his arms.
    “You!”
    “Then come and take what you want,” he insisted. He slid his hands to her hips and lifted her until she was poised just above him.
    “Kiss me,” he commanded as he slowly eased her down onto his jutting flesh.
    Callie grasped his head and slammed her mouth against his, kissing him deeply, hotly as he thrust into her and made them one. She squirmed and made a low sound in her throat.
    “Rylan!”
    “So good!” he whispered gruffly. “You feel so damn good.”
    She locked her lips with his again and he thrust his tongue into her mouth as he thrust his hips upward to rock against her straining flesh. They swallowed each other’s moans as their passion soared to dizzying heights.
    Then his fingers clutched at her hips and jerked her so close she felt she’d shatter into a million pieces. He ground himself against her, creating wave after wave of pleasure. She cried out with the exquisite sensations that