Free Forbidden Cowboy by K. Lyn Page B

hair away from his nipples and lick and suck and bite those mouthwatering tips.
    “Hey, kid, what’s up?” He still didn’t know.
    Despite the liquor, this was the one man from whom Samantha most feared rejection. She had wanted him since she was too young to have him. She slowly looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes. There was no smug smile on his lips. Had he somehow figured out why she had really come here? Joe stared at her, their equally mesmerizing eyes meeting. Samantha did not know what to do. She had never had to be the initiator. Every man she had ever dated had done that for her. But this was not just any man, and this definitely was not a date. She sighed, and her breasts nearly touched Joe’s chest. He surprised the young woman when he kissed the top of her head, then her forehead, then her nose, and finally, her lips. He kissed lightly and then he backed off. He pulled his hands from hers and wrapped his arms around her. To Samantha this man’s arms felt like a cozy comforting blanket. She held him, their hearts seeming to beat in sync.
    Joe whispered, “This is why you came here.”
    “Yes,” Samantha replied, though his was a statement and not a question. The smell of his skin drew her to him. Was it chemistry? Maybe it was that part of him, his very essence, that whenever she was near him and breathed in, she was drawn to him. It was his natural scent that seemed to cast a spell over her.
    Joe slid his hands beneath the young woman’s shirt and rubbed her back. Samantha never wanted to let go of him. If she did, she feared he would be gone forever and that tonight would have been nothing but a dream. Samantha felt the clasp of her bra being released and her breasts being freed. Joe pulled away, but only to unbutton the woman’s blouse and let it fall to the floor. He slid the lace straps of her bra off her shoulders and tossed the undergarment aside. Then he held her again, her tender young breasts nestled into the softness of the thick hair on his chest. Her nipples responded in very firm agreement to the soft hair and muscular chest, and Samantha held her night’s lover even tighter, wanting him to feed her hunger. She had been expecting some hesitation from this man, but she could not complain. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? She was surprised to feel Joe’s heart beating just as fast as hers. He let go of her and held her hands. He glanced down at her young perfect breasts.
    “You are a beautiful woman, Samantha.”
    Samantha lowered her head and said a quiet, “thanks.”
    Joe held her head in his hands and kissed her lips. His kiss was gentle, yet there was an urgency in it. He wanted her. She could feel it. With one arm around her, he walked her to his bed. She sat on the edge and watched as he removed her shoes and socks and slid his hands upward along her legs inside her jeans. He looked up into her eyes, hoping not to see fear or reluctance. Her eyes were closed. He placed his hands at the top of Samantha’s jeans, unbuttoned and unzipped them quickly. The young woman opened her eyes and watched as the man’s fingertips lightly grazed the top of her bikini panties. A soft sigh escaped her lips and he looked up at her, smiling at the woman’s acceptance of his touch.
    “Let’s get you out of these,” he said.
    Samantha lifted her butt and allowed Joe to unveil what he considered a prize. She lay naked on the bed of the man who should have been forbidden to her. He stood and watched her eyes as he forced his own jeans down and off. The outline of his cock was visible in the moonlight that filled the room. Samantha tried not to stare, but isn’t this what she had come here for? He slid his underwear off and stood naked beside the bed. Samantha stared at her naked man, wanting him even more. His hands met her thighs and he leaned down.
    “Look at me, Sam.”
    Samantha forced her eyes away from what had just been revealed to her, and she looked into the most beautiful blue