Passion's Prize by E.E. Burke & Jacqui Nelson & Jennifer Jakes

Author:E.E. Burke & Jacqui Nelson & Jennifer Jakes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Passion's Prize, Western romance, western historical romance, Old West, Hell On Wheels
Publisher: GH Western Girls
Published: 2016-09-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 7

LORD, SHE WAS GOING straight to Hell.

She should tell Sin to stop, tell him about the senator and the blackmail. The truth mattered to him.

Oooh. But God, what he was doing with his mouth, his hands made it very hard to think. It had been so long since she’d done this. No, no, that was wrong. She’d never done this, not this way. Never felt this way.

His mouth was liquid heat, as long drugging kisses pulled her deeper and deeper into a sexual abyss. His cock hardened beneath her, tempting her to squirm against him, to tease.

“Yes. Like that.” He pulled her tighter against him, his arms wrapped around her, sliding down her back, cupping her bottom, grinding her with his heat. He growled low in this throat, the need in that sound tightening her nipples and making her warm and wet.

“Let’s go into my room.”

He grunted his approval, his lips trailing over the tops of her breasts, his tongue dipping low between her cleavage, snaking down to wet a nipple beneath her corset and chemise.

“Mmm. Yes, I want you naked. Now.”

“Yes.” Yes, she wanted him naked too. Naked and stretched out on her bed so she could take her time learning his lean body.

Taking his hand, she led him down the hall as he placed kisses on her nape. Opening the door, he pulled her into his arms. Her skirt tangled in his boots, legs bumping between each other, lips searching, nipping, pressing open mouth kisses wherever they landed.

She quickly lit the lantern, bathing the room in soft light, a warm welcoming cocoon. Sin pulled her back into his arms and sucked the skin between her neck and shoulder, biting, sending chills racing over her body while heat boiled between them, her skin tingling, throbbing. Wet. Oh, she was so aching and wet.

“Touch me, please, Sin. I’m beggin’.” Yes, she’d beg. Anything to have more of him. Her Sin. The only sin she’d ever wanted to commit.

He grunted his answer, his hands sliding over her ribs to cup her breasts, sliding down her back to squeeze her bottom, all the while his mouth finding delicious paths down her throat, behind her ear, over her shoulder, wet, warm paths that left her shaking with need. She needed more, needed to taste him too.

She trailed kisses down his neck, flicking her tongue, sucking his skin. God he tasted as good as he smelled. Salt mixed with something uniquely Sinclair. She had to have more. Tugging his shirt from his waistband, she pulled it over his head.

Ohhh. He was beautiful. Muscled, flat stomach, a dusting of crisp chest hair, a thin trail of hair leading under his waistband, and a very large erection tenting his britches. She smiled and looked up. His expression was an endearing mixture of tense anticipation, smoky lust—and a silly prideful, lopsided grin every man with a large cock wore.

She took one of his flat, tight nipples into her mouth, then nipped it with her teeth.

He groaned, jumped and his cock bumped against her belly.

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