Free Almost a Cowboy by Em Petrova Page B

was alive in a way she hadn’t known for too many years.
    When he lay her down in the tall grasses, she let all the love she felt for him surge into her veins.
    The headlights had gone out automatically, but the moonlight shed enough to see the glimmer in his eyes.
    He braced himself on his forearms to gaze down at her. “I can’t believe you’re with me again, Caroline. God.” His voice broke, and he buried his face against her throat. She felt him swallow his emotion and gripped his face in both hands.
    “I know, Utah.”
    He raised his head. “Do you? God, you do. I can see it in your eyes.” He dropped his mouth to her throat, murmuring, “Let me love you here under our stars.”
    A quiet noise broke from her, and she wrapped her arms around him. He slanted his mouth over her skin, kissing a trail of fire down to her breasts. He exposed her bit by bit and kissed the flesh he bared.
    The universe swirled above as they stripped each other with lingering slowness. When he laid nude with her, his rubber-covered cock a hard ridge against her thigh, he finally said it.
    “I’ve never stopped lovin’ you, baby.”
    Throat closing, she shook her head, unable to return his words. The feelings in her were too fierce for conversation.
    She threw herself into the kiss. Chasing his tongue around his mouth made him groan for more. Need escalated in her, and her pussy wept the juices that would guide him in.
    Reaching around him, she set her nails against his ass and dug them in. He thrust into her. His eyes flared at the depth, and she clenched him with her inner walls, holding him in place.
    This was good and right. Being loved by Utah in a bed, on a table, or against a wall was amazing. But they’d taken their first sips of each other in a field, and this was where they belonged.
    The fragrant grasses tickled her skin as she moved with him. His rough breath on her nipple sent flames dancing through her belly. He sucked the bud in and laved it with his tongue. Lipping, swirling, lapping, nipping, and biting. By the time he moved to the other nipple, she thought she’d die from the pressure.
    He withdrew his cock almost to the tip before plunging sharply back into her. She cried out, as free with her screams as she’d been at the ranch. He responded by churning his hips faster.
    Gaze boring into hers, he didn’t allow her to look away. To her, nothing else in the world existed. His veined length glided in and out of her body, and she gripped him with every stroke.
    Heat coiled.
    “Come for me, baby. I feel you right there on the edge.”
    Fuck, she was. And he knew how to hit all the right spots. He reached under her to lift her ass to the perfect angle.
    A single thrust sent her over the edge. She wrapped herself around him and stared into his eyes as she came apart, as she’d done that first time so many years ago. The moment had linked them for eternity.
    Now it sucked her deeper under his spell.
    His eyelids flickered. Groaning, he pistoned his hips as his liquid heat pooled inside her. “Oh fuck. Damn. Hell. Baby.”
    She laughed against his shoulder and bit into his salty skin. He captured her gaze for a split second before crushing his mouth against hers. For long minutes they let the kiss ease them from their high. When she grew boneless in his hold, he rolled to the side and tucked her against his chest.
    “I fancy a nice long rest,” he said quietly, eyes already shut.
    “Me too.” His warmth and the soft grasses were all she needed for a bed.
    The clouds scudded over the moon, casting them in complete darkness. Just before she dropped off, she giggled.
    Utah jerked, his grip convulsing on her. “What’s up?”
    “I just saw a headline flash through my mind. Journalist found in farmer’s field. Arrested for public nudity.”
    His laugh vibrated her. “Tomorrow when the cops arrive on the scene, we’ll give ’em a show.”

Chapter Six
    “Do you want to stop at a hotel to clean up?” Utah asked