Free The Cowboy's One Night Bride by Lolita London Page A

afternoon heat. 
    “You see, it allows me to do this.” Leaning forward, he planted a strangely chaste kiss on her nose. It was so unlike his usual brutish ways that Gianna found herself staring straight into his eyes. His pupils were so dilated that his blue eyes appeared black.
    “And it allows me to do this,” he murmured as his lips traveled sideways towards her ear. He gently nipped on her earlobe, sending a frisson of sensation down her spine. Nuzzling her hair, he sighed softly.
    “Your hair is so soft.”
    Oh, this was unexpected. Gianna found her heartbeat quicken a little. At such close proximity, she could smell him, a heady mix of bourbon and masculine musk. His body was hard and she could feel the outline of muscles across his back. His shirt had come untucked, possibly in the scuffle before they fell. Suddenly curious, she roamed her hands over and they came into contact with his body. This was the first time she touched him voluntarily and she marveled at how pleasant contact with him could be when she wasn’t trying to fight him off. His skin felt smooth and warm, covered in a light sheen of perspiration.
    He furrowed his brow at her touch, and with a sudden sense of urgency, he lowered himself on his elbows and began kissing her throat. His fingers wandered to her collar and began unbuttoning her blouse. Gianna knew she ought to try and stop him, but for some inexplicable reason, she didn’t want to. Her toes curled in anticipation as he pulled her blouse open, exposing the top of her breasts. She moaned as he ran his tongue over her skin, tracing her cleavage. He ran his fingers lightly over her nipples, the heat from his skin burning through the thin cotton fabric. It sent an electric jolt through her somewhere down south. She was suddenly aware of his erection, pressing against her thighs.
    “Oh, Gianna.”
    The sound of her name at his lips was surprisingly arousing. His voice was low and guttural, laced with a need that mirrored her own. His fingers moved down her tummy, and came to rest at the apex of her thighs. He lifted her skirt, and expertly located her sweet spot. Moving his finger in a slow, deliberate circle, he teased her as she moaned. It felt so good. She bucked her hips in an attempt to encourage him to go a little faster, to press a little harder. Remembering the pleasure that had exploded through her the previous night, she suddenly decided that she wanted a reprise. Her hands wandered over to his member, and she stroked it tentatively through his jeans. The groan that he emitted made her feel strangely powerful and she found herself reaching to unclasp his belt buckle. She felt him stiffen.
    “Stop.”
    His command was low but definite. He rolled off her and lay on his back. Devoid of his weight over her, Gianna felt exposed and more than a little deprived. She was frustrated with him for disallowing her release and even more frustrated with herself for wanting that release. Making an irritated noise, she suddenly propped herself up.
    Anthony turned towards her, no doubt surprised by her sudden motion. Before he could figure out what her intentions were, she threw herself at him.
     
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    Anthony couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. First, he had been overwhelmed with a desire to make long, gentle love to her and more surprisingly, for the first time, she seemed to reciprocate willingly. The emotions that washed over him were so strong that he felt completely off balance. He had to force himself off her before he fell prey to them.
    Yet there she was now, straddling him. She slowly rubbed her crotch along the length of his erection and he could feel how warm and moist she was even through the layers of cloth between them. She was so ready. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack with desire as she dry humped him. Wait. She was humping him ? A familiar anger muted his desire and he sat up suddenly. Grabbing her hands, he looked hard into her surprised