Free Hellfire, Texas (Hellfire #1) by Elle James Page B

She shook her head and laughed. “Yeah, I wasn’t expecting that. And you, the hero, ready to stop the freight train by putting out your hand.” She narrowed her eyes. “You’re no hero, Becket Grayson.”
    Something big leaned into her, shoving her forward into Becket’s arms.
    He pulled her close and turned to the bull, which nuzzled his hand for more sugar. “No more. Go on.” Becket slapped the bull’s hindquarters, and he lumbered off, headed across a big field toward a crowd of cows watching him with interest.
    “Are you okay?” Becket asked. He didn’t release her.
    “Uh, you can let go of me now.”
    “Do you want me to?” Becket’s hands smoothed down her back, applying little pressure.
    If she really wanted to get away from him, she could. She shook her head, not willing to put into words what her body was feeling.
    He tipped her chin. “I’m sorry Boris scared you.”
    She wanted to stay mad at him, but the image of the big bull licking a sugar cube out of Becket’s palm made her want to laugh. Kinsey shook her head, a smile pulling at her lips. “I owe you one.”
    “No, I owe you an apology.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m sorry.”
    “Really? That’s the best you can do?” she whispered, her arms slipping up around his neck. “You made me think we were going to die.”
    “You’re right. I’m really…” He pressed a kiss to her eyelid, “…really,” another kiss to her cheek, “…really,” now to the tip of her nose.
    Blood pounding in her veins, Kinsey caught his face between her palms. “You’re getting warmer, but you’re taking too long.” She leaned up on her toes, pulling him down at the same time. “Just do it.”

Chapter Six
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    I f she’d told him to let go, he would have. In a heartbeat. But she didn’t. When his lips touched hers, there was no going back. He claimed her mouth, tracing the seam with his tongue until she opened to him and met him halfway. Becket slid his hands down her back, cupped her ass, and lifted her.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.
    In the middle of a Texas field, the hot sun beating down on him, Becket had never felt heat as intense as what was inside him.
    Kinsey was incredible. Her body fit perfectly against his, her curves soft and sexy. He carried her to the four-wheeler and set her on her feet, releasing his hold.
    Mouth open, she stared at him, her chest rapidly rising and falling.
    Becket slid his hand around her waist and up beneath her shirt, loving the feel of her skin against his fingertips, but careful not to press on the bruises her ex-boyfriend had given her.
    She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.
    He hesitated.
    Then her hands rose to cup his, guiding them upward to the swells of her breasts.
    His groin tightened, his jeans suddenly too snug.
    Once she had him where she wanted him, she released his hand and lowered hers to the hem of her shirt. Slowly, she raised it up her torso and over her head, revealing full breasts encased in a white lacy bra.
    “Are you sure?” he asked. “You’ve been through a lot.”
    Her brows dipped. “Do you have protection?”
    He slipped one hand into his back pocket and handed her his wallet.
    She flipped it open and found a foil packet. A slow smile spread across her lips. “I remember. You were a Boy Scout.”
    He pocketed his wallet. “Always prepared.”
    Holding his gaze, she tucked the packet into his front pocket, shifted her fingers to the button on his jeans, and flicked it open.
    Becket sucked in a sharp breath when she pulled his T-shirt out of his waistband, her knuckles brushing against his taut abs.
    His cock hardened instantly, pushing against the zipper holding him back.
    Not for long.
    Kinsey slid down the tab slowly, carefully, until his shaft sprang out into her palm. She closed her hand around him, and her tongue slipped out to moisten her pink lips.
    Holy hell, she was lighting him on