Free Desert Heart (The Wolves of Twin Moon Ranch Book 4) by Anna Lowe Page B

lips and held it, reveling in her hopeful tremble. Ran his hand through the river of her hair, feeling the silky strands ripple and sway. Leaned deeper, so that his chest touched her shoulder, asking for more. He dipped closer, sliding his lips along her cheek. No way would he let
something
get in the way of what he wanted, not any more.
    She let out a tiny whimper, then pivoted and crushed her mouth to his. Kissed hotter and harder than any woman ever had, grabbing his shirt with both hands. Her kisses were all firm, desperate lips and no tongue, because she wasn’t teasing or seducing or playing coy.
    “Rick,” she gasped when she came up for air. “Please don’t let me tell you no. Please…” She looked so hungry, so vulnerable with her lips working helplessly in the air. “I want this. I want you.”
    She rose out of the chair and pulled herself against his chest. He held her tightly, as if he were a split second away from tornado impact and had nothing to hang on to but her. Squeezed her against him and made a vow with every thump of his heart.
I will never, ever let you go.
    He could have held her like that all day, just to make up for lost time, but Tina was a woman possessed. She eased her weight onto the edge of the desk and wound her leg around his waist, shaking with need.
    His tongue skimmed the perfect line of her teeth. His lips caught and released hers as a decade of unquenched need blazed high. If other women were water, Tina was champagne, and he could get drunk on her. Already was drunk on her. He nestled closer, pushing his erection along her thigh as she spread her legs wider, guiding him along. Drawing him closer, closer…home.
    That’s just what it felt like. Home. He’d been on the ranch for a week, but this was the first time he had that sense of homecoming. Of throwing his bags down, looking around, and wondering why he ever left. Knowing he never wanted to leave again.
    “Tina…” he started and immediately forgot what he was going to say.
    She tightened her legs around his waist. Let her hands dive under his shirt. Followed the grooves of his ribs, reaching back then pulling forward again. Back and forth, back and forth, until
back
was all the way around to his backbone and
forth
breezed along the line of his abs. Her legs rode ever higher and her hands lower, coming tantalizingly close to the top button of his jeans. Everything in him was bulging for her, not just his cock. His chest puffed out, his breath came faster, the blood pulsed thicker in his veins.
    “God, Tina,” he said, dipping his mouth to her neck. She tasted just as he remembered her, like cream and honeysuckle laced with the scent of wild bergamot. He nudged closer and she arched into him, hitting every
on
button in his body. Her skin was impossibly soft under his chin, and he had to scrape his jaw along it just for the exhilarating feel of rough against smooth. Man on woman. Hot against hot.
    Her arms slid around his ribs and pulled him flush against her chest. Amazing how a woman who was all feminine lines and curves could turn on the muscle when the need arose.
    The need for him.
    “Tina.” He dragged himself away to look her square in the eye. “Be sure.”
    His heart thumped as she looked up at him with eyes that were wide and dark. A little feral, even.
    “I’m sure.” She said it so fiercely, it was almost a declaration. A dare. The lonely princess locked in a tower was gone; this was the powerful queen who would absolutely, positively, have her way.
    A second later, she was back to princess again, and he was the knight who’d just broken into the tower. She plastered herself against him and whispered again and again, “I missed you so much. So much…”
    Funny, he could have said the same thing.
    Her fingers got to work on the buttons of his shirt, and his body screamed for more. A wild urge bowled into him—to sweep an arm over the desk, shove everything aside, and lay her back on it. To come down