Free Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 3) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

case, the lamb’s coat was shedding.
    Placing her palms against his chest, it lifted and fell with each breath as his eyes turned brighter. “Sweetheart, there’s no turning back after this.”
    “I find your concern chivalrous, but right now I need strong arms and a desire matching my own. Is that a problem?”
    He exhaled as if chains were breaking inside of him. “Question is, can you handle what I have to give?” He lifted a tendril of her hair to his nose and inhaled.
    She reached around and unclipped her bra. The damp, wispy lace fell away and she cupped her hands over her breasts, her palms rubbed the pert nipples that ached for his attention. Tremors moved through her, down to the center of her body. She was ultra-sensitive, needy and ready to have him inside of her.
    “Move your hands so I can see you,” he whispered. Doing as he requested, she dropped her hands. “You have beautiful breasts. I could play with them for hours, suckling and teasing your nipples.”
    “Please, Jared. Erase the memories I have burning inside of me. I need you. I need this!” she pleaded.
    He bent his head, taking one tingly bud into his mouth and suckling the sensitive bead. He worshipped her breasts, giving each attention, milking the mounds with large, capable hands. She allowed herself to drift effortlessly into the moment. All thoughts of Luther, and Chase, pushed to the back of her mind. She gripped his wide, bare shoulders, his skin scorching her fingers as she dug her nails into him, clinging to him as pulse after pulse of desire whipped through her. Soon, she craved more of his touch. Needed more. She grabbed his thick hair and gently tugged his head up, gazes meeting, breathing entwining as she covered his mouth with hers, sinking her tongue deep between his lips, dueling with his thick tongue.
    His fingers touched the seam at her core and she jerked as wicked sensations climbed her veins. “Oh God, Jared. That’s good. You have nice hands.”
    He groaned and dragged her panties to the side, away from her moist slit, sliding his fingers along the sensitive flesh. Her body ached, feverish in need. She bumped her hips forward, a silent invitation for him to touch her insides. He didn’t make her wait. He thrust one wide finger into her slick opening, then joined it with another. She rolled her hips as her breaths became heavy in her ears. Every part of her craved his touch. She plucked her nipples, rolling the beads between her forefinger and thumb, drawing herself closer to orgasm. Charged and ready, it wouldn’t take her long.
    Jutting her hips against his muscular thighs still covered in the towel, she rode his fingers until tremors grew into waves, splashing over her in spasm after spasm. He slipped his fingers from her, teasing her slick, groomed lips, tracing the curves of the silken nest. He pulled gently at the flesh and she fell against him, recovering from an orgasm unlike any other. She quivered and shook, still wanting more. Wanting to give him the same pleasure he’d given her.
    His fingers were magical, yes, but nothing would match the pounding of his body, his shaft filling her.
    “Damn! You’re so freaking wet, baby.” His husky voice vibrated her inner thighs. She rolled her tongue over his lips, sucking the seam, a promise of what she would do later.
    He moved his fingers over her seam and she joined her hand with his at the V of her thighs, her slick juices covering his hand. He found the fleshy head of her clit inside of the folds and he moved his thumb over the bead as she buried her head into his shoulder, covering her deep moan. Spirals of heat revolved through her, upward from where he touched her. One after another, gaining momentum, growing in heat and need. A shockwave pounced across her nerve endings, a bright light flashing behind her lids. “So close. Again,” she cried out. His muscles tightened and his fingers terminated the dance against her flesh. She lifted her chin ever so