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.
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.
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.
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.”
surprise when he placed his hand over hers. “Are you sure, Cat?”
through her mind. She looked into his deep green eyes and they vanished. “I’m
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,
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.
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.
and boots. When he reached for the zipper on his jeans she placed her hands
over his. “Let me.”
she freed him.
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.
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.
the box she’d purchased earlier, still stowed in the grocery bag.
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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