Kissed by a Cowboy by Pamela Britton

Author:Pamela Britton [Britton, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781460375952
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

He took her hand and led her out of the family room and toward his bedroom. Already a tightening had begun in his groin, one that spurred him on and made his steps quicken as he headed down the hall. She didn’t resist, not even when he paused for a moment before the bedroom door, or when he opened that door and revealed a room decorated in browns and beige with the bed to the right. When he turned to face her near the edge of his bed, he was struck by her beauty. Her eyes. They were the color of moss after a new rain, a bright green that fascinated him with its intensity. But it wasn’t just the color of those eyes; it was what was in them, too.

“You’re so beautiful.” He touched her cheek again. “On the inside.” He marveled for a moment. “Your goodness glows from your eyes.”

She covered his fingers with her own. “That’s the sweetest thing any man has ever said to me.” She leaned her head into his hand. Like a kitten, kissing his fingers, the touch of her lips sending tingles up his arm and through his body. He leaned down, pulled her up against him with his other hand and kissed her again. That same hand dropped, finding and then tugging up her shirt. When his palm made contact with bare skin, he knew there’d be no turning back. Touching her skin made all his nerve endings fire. Made him kiss her more deeply. Made him lift the shirt up higher until he reached the edge of her bra, his fingers slipping beneath the lacy fabric.

She gasped.

He’d found the swell of her breast but it really wasn’t what he wanted to do—touch her there—and so he leaned back and lifted her green shirt. It came off with an ease that made him sigh half in relief and half in admiration because she had one of those athletic bodies, the kind with a flat belly and a narrow waist.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured just before his lips lowered to the curve of her breast. His cowboy hat brushed her collarbone. He tossed it aside and lowered his head once again, fingers tugging at the fabric of her bra. When his mouth found her dusky center, she sighed, too, but for a different reason. Hers was a sigh of satisfaction and of surprise and of need.

“Wes.” He heard her say as she arched into him.

She tasted sweet and warm and like the berries he always smelled whenever around her. Her hands found his hair, the soft touch of her fingers prompting him to be more bold, to lightly nip her. Her hands moved, too. He understood why a moment later. His denim shirt began to slide upward. He angled his shoulders to help her ease it off. They moved as one toward the edge of the bed and it took everything Wes had not to pick her up and place her on the mattress. She grasped the top of his jeans.

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