Free The Cowboy's Property (Siren Publishing Classic) by Calico Daniels

her hands over the ridged planes of his body. Her skin prickled at the memory of the heated flesh beneath her fingertips. “I figured I’d come back when you weren’t busy.”
    His deep chuckle resonated in the tiled room, bouncing off every surface and surrounding her. Jack turned off the water and opened the door. Damp rivers raced over every mouthwatering inch of his flesh, tempting her. He stepped from the enclosure and grabbed a towel off the counter.
    She drew in a shuttering breath as he rubbed the fluffy material across his body, erasing the traces of moisture she desperately wanted to taste on her tongue. Cream flooded her pussy while her eyes tracked his movements. Precise. Methodical. They were designed to tease her, and she knew it.
    Jack pushed the towel down his chest and cupped his cock through the material. His hands worked the cloth around his balls and back up the semi-erect length, tossing it to the side. He stood before her, breathtakingly nude and looking like he loved every minute.
    Kayla gripped the marble counter behind her as he took determined steps toward her.
    “Looks like some time just opened up.” He stopped inches from her and braced his arms on either side of her body, cutting off any escape.
    Not that she wanted to leave, but it was difficult as hell to form a rational thought with him so close. The spicy scent of his soap saturated every breath she took, weaving a web of desire around her that had her knees threatening to buckle. Given the state of her arousal, even that might not be so bad. His cock would be right at mouth level. Just the right height for her tongue to slide across the silky head, dip into the small slit, and taste his arousal.
    Kayla gave herself a mental shake. “I wanted to talk to you.”
    Jack raised an eyebrow. “Talk?”
    “Y-yes.”
    “Is this the kind of talk that I should be dressed for, or is my present state acceptable?” He bent his elbows, bringing his torso slightly closer. His body heat scorched her from chest to thighs.
    “Whatever you like.”
    His gaze roamed over her face. “I like this just fine.” Jack brought his right hand to her face and trailed a finger down her cheek.
    Kayla closed her eyes and reveled in the rasp of his callused finger against her skin. Her pussy quivered in anticipation. Lust swamped her, threatening to overwhelm her already muddled brain.
    Moist breath teased her earlobe. “What do you want to talk about?” He sucked the tender flesh gently.
    “Um...” How in the hell was she supposed to think while his fingers were dancing across her skin, drifting closer to her breast? “Need to talk about…about—,” she gasped as he grazed the side of her neck with his teeth. She tilted her head, allowing him more access to the sensitive skin. Oh, fuck, that feels good.
    What had she been saying? Talking. Right. They were supposed to be talking about everything that happened this morning. Kayla moaned as his hand closed over her breast.
    His erection pressed against her stomach as he brought their bodies flush. She tightened her grip on the marble. There was nothing she wanted more than to wrap her fingers around his thick shaft, to feel the silken skin, to draw out a drop of pre-cum and spread it across the head. Talk? No, she had an entirely different four-letter word on her mind.
    As if sensing her thoughts, he grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and tugged it over her head. “Fuck it. We can talk later.” He speared both hands into her hair as his mouth crashed down on hers in a fierce, demanding kiss.
    Lips, teeth, and tongues clashed against each other in a desperate frenzy. Her clothes disappeared in a matter of moments, leaving no barrier between passion-heated skin. Jack sank two fingers into her pussy, gathered her cream, and spread it across her clit. Lightning bolts of pleasure ricocheted through her at his eager assault.
    Breaking the kiss, he spun her around to face the mirror and stroked on a condom that he