Made for You

by Cheyenne McCray

  “Marry me, Kelley.” His gaze was sincere and filled with a kind of hope she’d never seen there before. “I want to be with you for the rest of our lives.”

  She lowered her hand. For a moment she felt beyond words and could not speak. He looked so loving, so hopeful, as if everything he wanted in the world rested in her answer.

  Her voice trembled as she nodded. “Yes.” She smiled as a grin split his features. “I would marry you a thousand times over.”

  He slipped the ring onto her finger then rose and took her into his arms. “I love you, honey. I love you so damned much.”

  “And I love you.” She held onto him tightly as they stood next to the rim of the canyon, her love for him expanding beyond the width and breadth of the place. She couldn’t imagine loving anyone as much as she loved him.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her hard. Joy spread throughout her entire being as she kissed him back with everything she had.

  When they parted and looked into each other’s eyes, she said, “I’ve never been this happy in my life. Ever.”

  He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You are everything to me and I know I’ve never been happier.”

  “How do you feel about a ready-made family?” Kelley smiled as she took his hands in hers. “Belle’s adoption will go through soon.”

  “I think we should get married right away.” He squeezed her hands. “Then Belle will have a mother and a father to love her.”

  “I know she’ll love that.” Kelley felt an excitement building inside her. “What do you say about Las Vegas?”

  He tugged on a lock of her hair. “I say that Las Vegas sounds perfect.”

  “Good.” She smiled. “That’s settled.”

  They turned and faced the Grand Canyon as he settled his arm around her shoulders, holding her to him as she rested her head against his chest. The magnitude of the moment went even further than the magnitude of the sight that lay before them. Happiness filled her and expanded beyond what could not be comprehended, beyond what filled one’s soul with awe.

  To two lives entwined and as ever lasting as what had existed for millennia and what would continue to exist forevermore.

  Chapter 23

  Kelley felt a swooping sensation as Reese carried her over the threshold of their Las Vegas suite. She laughed as he took off each of her high-heeled shoes and tossed them over his shoulder. As he lowered her beside the large bed, her silky sapphire blue dress slid to her upper thighs as he put her down before it fell to just above her knees again.

  When he’d proposed to her yesterday, she’d thought she’d never be happier. But she was now, impossibly so. They had driven straight from Williams this morning. While she went shopping at a boutique for attire appropriate for a Las Vegas wedding, he’d gone to a western clothing store.

  They’d tied the knot a mere hour ago but it felt like they’d been husband and wife for as long as she could remember.

  “You are so beautiful, Detective McBride,” Reese said with a grin as he settled his hands on her hips.

  She returned his grin and reached up to take off his cream-colored Stetson, which she tossed on a nearby chair. “You aren’t so bad yourself, Detective McBride,” she said as she ruffled his hair.

  And he wasn’t bad at all. With his now mussed light brown hair, his vivid blue eyes and square features, not to mention the sensual curve of his lips…he was one of the sexiest men she’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

  He kissed her soundly, shutting down all thoughts in her mind of anything but being in his arms at that moment.

  His kiss turned into something even more passionate and she matched his intensity. The desire to have him inside her was strong and it was all she could do to keep from ripping his western shirt open and unbuckling his belt.

  She gave a little sigh as he moved his lips down her throat. Her sigh turned into a moan while he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples in circles that nearly took her breath away.

  Even as she squirmed in his arms, he seemed determined to take it slow. She wanted him with an urgency that bordered on the frantic but she let him set the pace. She fell into it with a wanton abandon as he sent her mind spinning with desire.

  He kissed lower, to where the neckline of her dress ended just above her breasts. She gave a little shudder of need as he dipped his tongue into her cleavage, teasing the sensitive skin between her breasts. She wanted more of him, needed more of him.

  She shivered as he reached behind her and tugged down her dress’s zipper that traveled all the way down to the base of her spine. He pushed the dress over her shoulders and she let it slide down her arms before it dropped to the floor in a shimmering blue puddle. She stepped out of it and he carefully set the dress on the chair next to his Stetson.

  He returned his gaze to her, looking like a man dying of thirst as he let his gaze drift over her petite form. She wore a black bra, as well as black panties and a garter with sheer stockings that she had purchased at the boutique to go under the dress she had been wearing.

  When he met her eyes again, he said, “You know that you’re my everything, Kelley.”

  She touched the side of his face, feeling the stubble along his jaws with her fingertips. “You are an amazing man. I feel blessed to have you at my side.”

  He kissed her again, gripping her by her waist and drawing her up against him. She felt his erection pressing into her bare belly and the ache that had begun to grow between her thighs became sharper. He trailed his fingertips along the curve of her satiny bra and she gave a little gasp as he tugged her bra down, exposing her breasts.

  With a rumble deep in his throat, he lowered his head and suckled first one nipple then the other. She slid her fingers into his soft hair and tipped her head back as the erotic sensations spread from her breasts to tingle in every part of her body.

  He unfastened her bra and slid it down her arms then tossed the bra aside. He trailed his fingers from the curves of her breasts, down her sides to the top of her garters. “Let’s leave these on.”

  She moaned as he slid his finger between her thighs over the damp satiny material covering her folds.

  “I almost can’t believe you’re mine.” He moved his hands up and pushed his fingers into her hair and cupped the back of her head. “My beautiful, intelligent, sexy, kick-ass wife.”

  She would have grinned if he weren’t doing such sensual things to her body. His every kiss, his every touch, was pure magic.

  The fact that he still had clothes on made no sense to her at that moment. She reached for his cream-colored western shirt and ripped apart the pearl snaps, exposing the expanse of his muscular chest. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders and he shrugged out of it so that it fell to the floor.

  Her heart beat faster as he toed off his boots and kicked them aside. In moments he had peeled his socks off and she reached for his silver belt buckle. She didn’t fumble as she undid the belt and then she was unzipping his black western dress slacks. She pushed down his slacks and his boxer briefs and he stepped out of them.

  A sigh of pleasure escaped her when she reached for his cock. The soft skin felt silky over the hard length that she wanted to more than touch, she wanted to taste it too. But he seemed more intent on feeling her body against his, the heat of their need making it almost too much to bear.

  He scooped her up in his arms, catching her by surprise, and carried her to the huge bed at the center of the room. He laid her on the bed and looked down at her. She felt warmth upon her skin, everywhere his gaze touched her.

  “Come to me.” She held out her arms to him.

  He lowered himself so that his arms were braced to either side of her.

  His jaw tightened as he held himself still. “What do you say we give Belle a little brother or sister?”

  Kelley smiled. “I say that sounds perfect.”

  His hips spread her thighs further apart. He pulled aside the panties of her garter, exposing her folds.
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br />   She reached between them and grasped his cock, guiding him into her core. She gasped with pleasure as he filled her, his length driving so deep he reached her G-spot. He began rocking in and out of her, his cock making her crazy with the need to climax. He took her slowly, making love to her with his body and his eyes.

  His strokes became firmer and harder and she moaned as she grew closer and closer to climax. She felt as if her mind was spinning, need growing inside her like a living thing that would soon take over her body and mind.

  And then her body seemed to explode with heat and fire. She cried out, not caring about anything but the man between her thighs and her love and passion for him. Lights and colors flashed in her vision.

  As she came down from her high, her core continued to spasm around his cock as he moved in and out of her. She looked into the face she loved and saw the fierceness in his expression.

  She reached between them and brushed his balls with her fingertips and he seemed to explode, too, as he came hard. He closed his eyes as he thrust and his jaw was tense, his expression as fiery as the flames of her orgasm which continued to heat her body as he moved in and out.

  And then he pressed his body tightly to hers and it was as if they were one, joined together in more ways than only marriage.

  With a groan he took her into his arms, rolling with her and keeping her close to him. As he tucked her next to him, she felt something that she hadn’t felt since her mother passed away. It was a feeling of coming home, of having a refuge to go to whenever she needed one.

  “I love you so very much, Reese.” She snuggled more fully against him. “I can’t imagine having anyone in my life who I could possibly love more than I love you.”

  He kissed her forehead. “You are an amazing woman, Kelley. I know I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again. I love you more than I have words to say.”

  And with that she smiled and knew that she had her happy ending.

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  Also by Cheyenne McCray

  “Riding Tall” Series

  Branded For You

  Roping Your Heart

  Fencing You In

  Tying You Down

  Playing With You

  Crazy For You

  Hot For You

  Made For You

  “Rough and Ready” Series

  Silk and Spurs

  Lace and Lassos

  Champagne and Chaps

  Satin and Saddles

  Roses and Rodeo

  Lingerie and Lariats

  Lipstick and Leather

  “Altered States” Series

  Dark Seduction

  “Dark Enforcers” Series

  Night’s Captive

  Lexi Steele Novels

  The First Sin

  The Second Betrayal

  The Temptation

  ~Romantic Erotica~

  “Seraphine Chronicles” Series

  Forbidden

  Bewitched

  Spellbound

  (Spellbound includes bonus novella, Untamed)

  Possessed

  From St. Martin’s Press:

  “Night Tracker” Series

  Demons Not Included

  No Werewolves Allowed

  Vampires Not Invited

  Zombies Sold Separately

  Vampires Dead Ahead

  “Magic” Series

  Forbidden Magic

  Seduced by Magic

  Wicked Magic

  Shadow Magic

  Dark Magic

  Single Title

  Moving Target

  Chosen Prey

  Anthologies

  No Rest for the Witches

  Real Men Last All Night

  Legally Hot

  Chicks Kick Butt

  Hotter than Hell

  Mammoth Book of Paranormal Romances

  Mammoth Book of Special Ops Romances

  Excerpt… Hot For You

  Cheyenne McCray

  She had just finished her third mojito when Cody asked her to dance. He took her by the hand and led her to the dance floor. She felt a little tipsy and warm inside but was still steady on her feet.

  It was a slow song, and Cody brought her in close to him as she put her hands on his shoulders. A fluttering sensation batted around in her belly and her heart beat a little faster as she felt his body heat even though there was a good inch between them.

  His beautiful warm brown eyes studied her. “Enjoying yourself?”

  She hoped he couldn’t see the sudden nervousness that gripped her. “Yes. I like your cousins and their wives.”

  The corner of his mouth tipped up. “There’s plenty more where they came from.”

  She smiled in return and he brought her in closer so that their bodies were touching and she caught her breath. She linked her hands around his neck as he moved his own hands to her hips.

  Heat rose inside her and her throat grew dry as their gazes held. He looked at her lips as if he wanted to kiss her. She wanted him to more than she’d ever wanted a kiss before. Her tongue darted out to touch her lips and he brought her body flush with his.

  The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her belly. An ache grew between her thighs and her nipples grew taut. She had the sudden desire to take him by the hand, lead him out of the club, and tell him to drive home as fast as possible.

  She wanted him. And she wanted him now.

  Someone ran into her from behind and she fell forward against Cody. She looked over her shoulder but the couples around them seemed to be paying attention only to their partners. It was the second time that night that someone had run into her, but this time there wasn’t a guy trying to apologize to her.

  “Don’t get me wrong,” Cody said as she looked back at him. He was grinning as he held her tight. “But you don’t have to throw yourself at me.”

  Heat warmed her cheeks. “Someone bumped into me.”

  He just smiled, a slow sensual smile that curled her toes.

  The slow song was winding down and she didn’t want it to stop. Without realizing that she was doing it, she moved up onto her tiptoes and he lowered his head.

  When his lips met hers, it was like fireworks went off in her belly and in her mind. Vaguely she was aware that a faster tune had started playing, but still Cody kissed her. It was a long, slow kiss that sent thrills from where their lips met straight to her toes.

  She was breathing hard when they parted and she looked into his eyes that glittered in the low lighting.

  His throat worked as he held her gaze. “Ready to go home?” His voice was husky.

  She only hesitated a moment before she gave a single nod. He put his palm on her lower back and guided her through the crowd of dancers.

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  Excerpt… Crazy For You

  Cheyenne McCray

  The afternoon was growing long as she reached a stock tank, not too far from a small thicket of oak and mesquite trees. She dismounted and let Poca drink from the tank.

  Ella felt a prickling along her spine and looked around to see a horse and rider approaching. Clint. A strange combination of irritation and pleasure traveled up and down her spine. Irritation that he had followed her, and pleasure that he was there. Then irritation at her pleasure.

  Frowning, she turned her attention to Poca, ignoring Clint. Out of the corner of her eye she watched him dismount Charger when they reached the tank and then lead his horse to the water. She noticed a blanket rolled up on the back of Charger’s saddle.

  She glanced at him. “What are you doing out here?”

  “Checking up on you.” He said the words casually.

  She scowled at him. “What right do you have—?”

  In the next moment he gripped her upper arms so tightly that she caught her breath in surprise. The look in his brown eyes caused her heart to pound and she dropped Poca’s reins to brace her palms on Clint’s chest, ready to push him away.

  He had never looked as handsome as he did that
moment, his expression so intense that she felt as if she might be consumed by the need she felt emanating from him. A raw, powerful need that she shared with every part of her being.

  She swallowed as flutters traveled through her belly. “Let me go, Clint.”

  His expression turned serious, but he didn’t let her go. “I have one question for you. Whether or not I let you go depends on the answer to that question.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “And that would be?”

  “What’s your relationship with Johnny Parker?” he said slowly.

  Confused by his question, she blinked. “We’re good friends. Why?”

  “That’s all I needed to hear.” He dragged her up against him and his mouth came down hard on hers.

  Completely caught off guard, she let out a startled gasp, but he swallowed it with his kiss. It was powerful and demanding as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and he gripped her ass in his big hands. His cock was hard as he held her tightly to him.

  The thought of struggling came to a quick death as she fell into the kiss. She gave a soft moan as he ground his erection against her belly and she felt an answering tingle between her thighs. Not just a tingle but a full on explosion of need and desire. She thought about the night he had touched her and brought her to orgasm and she gave a soft moan.

  She grew lightheaded, as if she needed more oxygen. When he drew away she stared up into his eyes. “I need to finish checking the fence line.” The words came out in a husky whisper, as if she wasn’t sure about herself, not at all like she’d intended.

  “You need to stay right here.” He moved his lips to her ear. “With me.”

  A shiver traveled down her spine. “No.” She swallowed. “I need to—”

  He took her mouth hard again and she felt every bit of resolve slipping. How many times had she dreamed of his kisses? And now that she was a grown woman, here she was, in his arms.

  Her whole body felt like soft clay, as if he could mold her, shape her, make her a work of art with his touches and kisses. He groaned deep and low in his throat and she shivered again as he moved his palms from her ass to her waist and back again. His hands felt sure and strong, and she felt a sense of possessiveness running through him, as if she belonged to no other.