Free Forget Me Knot by Lori King

winner out of you.”
    “A winner?” Lacy asked.
    “Her first son won a world championship. She’s produced several offspring that have won various contests actually.” Drannon explained.
    “Wow. I can see why she’d be proud to keep having babies then.” Lacy laughed when Dorothy nudged her again as though in approval.
    “Well, like it or not, I’ve got to protect the lady of Crawley Creek, so this is her last baby.” Drannon said with one last pat to Dorothy’s rump. “Come on, we’ll say hi to Munchkin and then get back inside. I can hear ice on the roof.”
    Lacy paused in surprise and realized that she could hear what sounded like rain pattering against the metal roof of the barn. “Should we wait and come back tomorrow to see Munchkin?”
    The look Drannon gave her as he secured Dorothy’s stall door could have melted iron. “Lacy...baby, I have a feeling that once I get you in my bed I won’t be letting you go so quickly. And besides, the ice will be followed up by snow, which I will be even less likely to get out of bed for.”
    She followed his lead and met Munchkin the cow before they ran for the ranch house. The ice was coming down hard, and it pelted her cheeks painfully. By the time they reached the house, her shoes were soaked through, and she was glad to be inside the warmth.
    Drannon noticed her wet feet the moment she tugged her shoes off, and he dropped to his knees while still wearing his coat to cup her foot in his big hands. Her wet socks hit the floor as he began rubbing her toes vigorously to warm them up. “Damn it, I should have found you a pair of boots to wear. I’ll be pissed at myself if you end up with frostbite.”
    “Hey,” she reached out and cupped his cheek in her palm. “You didn’t know it was going to start sleeting while we were out there. I’m fine, I promise. I’ll go up and soak in a hot bath to get my blood flowing again and be good as new.”
    “Not without me you won’t,” he said huskily, kissing her hard before he got back to his feet and shrugged out of his coat. Lacy hurried to follow, stripping her winter gear and thrusting it haphazardly into the storage cubby in her haste. In record time, the two of them were racing up the massive staircase barely acknowledging Marilyn’s hello as they swept by her on her way to bed. Lacy considered feeling embarrassed, but she was a grown woman, and she had a hot cowboy who wanted her. There was no need for self-recriminations. All that mattered right now was fulfilling the driving need for Drannon that rolled in her belly.

Chapter 6
     
     
    Desire overrode Drannon’s need to be a gentleman, and at the top of the stairs, he scooped Lacy up, throwing her over his shoulder as he continued on down the hallway to his bedroom. She gasped at the impact of his shoulder on her stomach, but the caveman act turned her on more than she wanted to admit. Just knowing he wanted her so much he couldn’t wait was doing a number on her libido.
    She was correct in her assumption that his room was the one at the end of the hallway with the double doors, and she barely got her head up to look around before he was putting her down on a massive bed. The room was richly masculine in decoration and surprisingly modern compared to the rest of the home. His bed was black and chrome as were the end tables on either side, and she caught a glimpse of a black metal ceiling fan when her back hit the mattress and before his body blocked out her view when he followed her down.
    He pressed open mouthed kisses to her jaw and throat, sucking slightly with each kiss and making her drip with anticipation. Bath forgotten, she began sliding the buttons of his shirt open, one at a time until she could see the dark curls of chest hair over his pecs. She leaned forward just enough to press a kiss against his collarbone, and giggled when he let out a rumble of appreciation. Drannon tugged her shirt off to reveal her breasts and tweaked a nipple