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He kissed her.
This time it wasn’t slow and easy. His tongue ravaged hers. Tasting, teasing. Pulling away, rushing back. Like a starving man, he devoured her mouth. And she kissed him back just as eagerly. She couldn’t get enough of him. She cupped his face with her hands, the slight stubble on his jaw grazing her palms.
He tugged at the edge of her sweater and she reached between them to undo the clasp on her belt. It fell away and his hand spanned her ribcage, the heat from his hand searing her skin. His fingers brushed the underside of her breast and she moaned.
She pushed him back until he lay stretched out on the sofa with one foot braced on the floor. Crawling up on him, she nestled between his legs, his erection obvious against her stomach. She wiggled and he groaned into her mouth. Pleased, she did it again.
“Lady, stop,” he begged hoarsely.
Instead, she kissed him once more.
His hands slid under her sweater, running them up her back. His palms were rough from work and their raspy texture against her bare skin created a wave of pleasure through her. The clasp of her bra gave way easily, freeing her breasts. Her nipples hardened more than she thought possible. “Make love to me.”
She reached for the hem of her sweater and froze in surprise when he placed his hand over hers. “Are you sure, Cat?”
All the reasons they shouldn’t be together raced through her mind. She looked into his deep green eyes and they vanished. “I’m sure.”
He took her breast in his hand, large fingers fanning over it. Capturing her nipple between his long fingers, he pinched until it stood erect. Even the lace of her bra against the tip almost too much to bear when he released her to shove her sweater up around her neck. She helped, sitting up to give him room to get it over her head. Her bra fell away, unnoticed.
Topless, she knelt above him and observed as he undid the zipper on her jeans. Through half-closed eyes, she watched him slide the denim past her hips. His big hands on her bare skin sent a shudder through her.
“You’ve got to stand,” he said in an unsteady voice.
Using his chest for balance, she stood and let her jeans fall to her feet. Carefully, she stepped out of them. Illuminated only by the firelight behind her, Cat stood completely nude in front of him. She fought the urge to cross her arms over her stomach, to hide the stretch marks a long ago pregnancy had put there. Instead she lifted her chin, dangled her hands at her sides and stood proudly before him as his eyes roved over her. Only a hungry passion burned in their depths. No disgust. No revulsion.
He rose off the couch and shrugged out of his shirt and boots. When he reached for the zipper on his jeans she placed her hands over his. “Let me.”
His hands fell away. And it was his turn to watch as she freed him.
He lifted his hips and helped her slide his jeans down his long legs and over his feet. She eyed his erection and licked her dry lips. They fit, she knew that, but right now she didn’t remember how she’d accommodated his size.
“Come here,” he urged.
When she hesitated for another moment, he placed a hand on her hip and pulled her forward. To keep from falling on top of him, she stretched out beside him. He covered them with a red and black plaid blanket from the back of the couch. With a quick flip, he moved over her.
She looked into his eyes. “Tanner?”
“I still don’t have a condom.” She thought bitterly of the box she’d purchased earlier, still stowed in the grocery bag.
He kissed her, then said into her ear. “I do.”
Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there's just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, two ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!
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