Free The White Cowboy - Complete BWWM Romance Box Set by Susan Westwood

sliding his hard body up hers. With hands planted on either side of her head, he kissed her again. Soft, sweet, but demanding. She returned his passion, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth.
    He pushed himself up. "Now?"
    "Now," she demanded. She might explode if he didn't enter her now.
    Could he see what he was doing to her?
    So he complied, sliding his length into her slowly. He must be trying to torture her. She'd give him what he wanted. If he needed state secrets, she'd talk. Her grandmother's recipe for cannolis, done. Whatever he wanted, just so that he would let her take him completely.
    She grabbed his hips, then pulled him. She heard a soft chuckle in her ear.
    He didn't move for a moment, then he began to move in and out. In and out. She wrapped her legs around him. Her fingers dug into his back.
    Slowly at first, he moved on top of her. Then faster and faster. Until she arched her back and came once again. With a grunt, he followed her over the edge.
    ***
    Gemma lay curled in his arms. Brandon couldn't have moved if the bed had been on fire. They'd crawled under the covers and hadn't budged since then.
    He stroked her hair, content as a cat that had a saucer of milk. He'd never felt so satisfied in his life.
    "Brandon?"
    Oh no. This wasn't going to be the mistake speech, was it? He braced himself. But she wasn't moving away from him. He didn't think she was in a hurry to leave anymore.
    "I'm glad we did that."
    He couldn't help smiling. "So am I. Good suggestion."
    She snuggled closer, then chuckled. "You would have taken too long to get there if I hadn't said something."
    He couldn't argue with her. He'd been raised a gentlemen, and gentlemen didn't suggest to stranger that they have sex with no strings. "Well, I wouldn't have known how to broach the subject."
    "Probably not, and for all you know, I might have run screaming from your house."
    "You wouldn't have gotten far."
    "No, I wouldn't have, and then things would be even more awkward."
    "I hope they aren't awkward now," he said.
    "No, they won't. I'm just not sure how I'm going to keep my hands off of you," she said.
    He liked that idea. There were many places to have sex in the house. In the barn, too. He had a heater out there. They could go for a real roll in the hay. "Well, I do still have to take care of the animals. And we have to eat."
    She laughed. "I'll help with the chores."
    "You don't have to."
    "I want to. Earn my keep, and if we both do the chores, then we have more time for this."
    He liked how she thought.
    ***
    When Gemma woke the next morning, Brandon wasn't in bed. She smelled bacon and heard whistling. So much for not being musical.
    She wasn't ready to get up, but she had promised to help him with chores. She stretched, feeling twinges of rarely used muscles now sore.
    They'd woken up in the night and made love again. This time, a little slower and softer. Now Gemma was mush. Putty in Brandon's hands.
    As long as he wasn't putty in her hands, she'd be happy.
    Spike still lay next to her, and she stroked his soft fur. He licked her hand. She thought it was funny the dog had opted to stay with her.
    Where had the animal been during their lovemaking? Didn't really matter. The dog knew his place. He snuggled closer to her, and she liked the feel of him.
    Maybe she'd get an animal when she settled in California. She had no allergies, so she could choose a dog or a cat.
    Those thoughts were for another day. Right now, she was in Iowa with a hunk of a man who made a great meal and could make love to her until she couldn't speak. No need to think beyond that for now.
    Before she could get out of bed, Brandon appeared in the doorway. He had a smile on his face that matched hers. He'd pulled on jeans and an unbuttoned flannel shirt. She loved the smattering of hair on his chest.
    "Rise and shine. Breakfast is ready," he said.
    He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss her. She took in the ease with which he sat there. She liked