Her Uniform Cowboy (Harland County Series Book 3)

by Donna Michaels

  After a few minutes, her tears subsided and her hold on him suddenly changed. Hands that had been gripping, squeezing, now ran down his torso, and before he realized, she had his shirt completely unbuttoned, and her hands and lips on his skin.

  Shit.

  “Brandi?” He grasped her arms and held her away. “What are you doing?”

  A sinful grin claimed her lips as she stared up at him through a heated gaze. “Well now, Sheriff, I would think that was obvious.”

  And before he could blink, she stepped back, untied her robe and let it slip to the floor.

  Son-of-a-bitch...

  He inhaled and swallowed. Audibly. The gorgeous woman had on the sexiest damn pink-laced bra and thong. A fucking thong.

  He was screwed.

  Somehow he put his tongue back in his mouth and cleared a bit of the fog from his brain. But she was pressing her soft, hot curves into him in a surprise counterattack. Damn, she felt good. Real good. He was having a hard time remaining unaffected. Wicked fingers unbuckled his jeans while she placed open-mouth kisses across his chest, driving him out of his mind. Then she licked his nipple.

  Uttering a curse, he jerked back, smacking his head off the door. “Brandi, stop,” he demanded, and twisted their positions, manacling her hands above her head.

  Body trembling, chest heaving, spilling out of her damn, sexy lace. Holy shit, she was hot. His groin tightened with a painful throb, and he had to talk himself out of pressing against her and sinking into her willing warmth.

  “Why? We’re good together,” she uttered, leaning forward, mouth hovering near his lips. “You know we’re good together.”

  He did. Heaven help him, he did, but something was wrong to cause the independent beauty to cry and cling just a few moments ago. Something even his hazy brain knew couldn’t be overlooked.

  “Brandi,” he said again, his voice as strained as his zipper. “We need to talk. Why were you at the hospital? And before you say anything, no, Jace didn’t tell me. I figured it out.”

  The bleakness returned to dull her eyes, her shoulders hunched and gaze fell to the floor.

  “Please, Kade. I-I don’t want to talk. And I don’t want to think. God, I don’t want to think.” She broke free to burrow close. “I know we were only supposed to have one night. But…I need another. Take me out of myself. You’re so good at taking me out of myself,” she stated, mouth brushing his skin while her hand trailed down his chest and torso to stroke his abs. “I don’t want to think tonight. Just take me out of myself.”

  And that was when he lost it. Her pleading. Her stroking hands. The need in her voice. Sweet, soft, curvy body, pressing into him. The answering need heating him from head to toe, throbbing through his groin. They all became too much.

  “I don’t want to talk. Don’t want to think. I just want to feel you,” she said. “Can you do that, Kade? Take me out of myself? Make me feel you?”

  He crooked a finger under her chin and waited for her gaze to lift. “If you’re sure.”

  A wicked smile curved her lips as her fingers slid down his body to unzip his jeans. “I’m very sure.”

  He was so wound up, so ready, her assurance was all he needed to hear. “Then, hell yeah, honey, I can make you feel a lot of things.”

  In a swift move, he pressed her against the door, and when she let out a startled sound, he captured her opened mouth and kissed her over and over until she was the one to break for air. God, she was incredible, and tasted sweet like maybe she’d been eating chocolate before he’d arrived. He turned his attention to her throat and the curve of her neck, lingering until she moaned and trembled against him.

  Heat skittered down his spine. She was so damn responsive.

  He drew back slightly to watch as he traced the pink lace of her bra with his finger. “Very nice,” he said, and brushed his thumbs across her tight nipples peeking through the lace.

  She inhaled and gripped his hips. He brushed her again. And again. Each time she held tighter and moaned louder. Then he hooked a finger under her straps and pulled the lace down her arms, his mouth watering as she sprang free and bounced.

  She really did have great bounce.

  Unable to hold back, he cupped each breast and brushed her gorgeous, unhindered peaks until she squirmed.

  “Kade,” she said in a drawn out breath.

  He needed no more encouragement and brought his mouth down on the beauties, taking turns suckling and pulling until they were a half-inch long. She clutched his head and shoved more of her glorious flesh into his mouth. His arousal pulsed and ached, but he wasn’t ready. Not yet.

  Rolling her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, he slid a hand down her heated body and followed the strip of thong between her legs. Hot damn, her lace was wet. She moaned, and her knees began to buckle.

  Bracing her with his body, he continued to twirl his tongue around her peak and slip his finger inside her wet folds. She sucked in a breath and gripped his shoulders, and his arousal pulsed and ached, but he still wasn’t ready. Not yet.

  He released her breast, pulled out of her warmth and watched as she opened her eyes and blinked.

  “Turn around,” he ordered, gently twisting until her back faced him. He kissed her neck and ran his hands down her arms to grab her wrists. “Trust me.” Placing them high above her head against the door, he squeezed to let her know to keep her arms up.

  She wanted to feel, he’d make her feel.

  Chapter Ten

  Kade stepped back to gaze at Brandi’s beautiful body and lacy thong barely covering the middle of her sweet ass. His mouth watered and erection throbbed behind his half unzipped pants.

  Needing to touch her, he started at her neck, kissing each shoulder, slipping his hands around the front to cup her beautiful breasts and tweak from behind. She moaned and ground that gorgeous ass into him. Sucking in a breath, he forced the fog from his brain. There were still things he needed to do to the woman. He tweaked the tight buds once more, then released them to reach up and gently bring her arms down to her sides.

  “Stay there,” he said, caressing every curve on the way down to her thong. Hitting his knees, he grabbed two handfuls of cheeks and squeezed. “Gorgeous,” he said against her soft skin, his finger now tracing the lace thong to where it disappeared between her legs.

  “Kade,” she said, body shaking.

  “I know, honey. You wanted to feel. I’m making you feel.”

  Tracing her wet thong with his finger, he kissed her thigh and tugged the lace in an upward motion.

  “Kade,” she repeated, this time in a whisper.

  He tugged again then hooked his fingers around the top and slowly pulled the lace down her trembling legs. Knowing she was very close to losing control, he twisted her back around and sucked in another breath as he stared up at her luscious curves. God, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He swallowed hard and counted to ten to keep from busting. Hell no. He had plans for her and his erection.

  “Spread your legs,” he told her, voice low and hoarse with need.

  “But—

  “Shh…” he interrupted, helping her by pushing her legs apart, then holding her there with his hands. “Just feel.”

  And hell, he needed to taste the glistening pink staring him in the face.

  When he placed his mouth on her, she jerked back, but settled into a good rhythm by the third pass of his tongue. So sweet. She tasted so sweet, and hot, and he couldn’t get enough. Using his fingers, he spread her apart, giving him better access to her heat.

  Her legs began to shake.

  “Kade…I can’t stand…” she said between pants.

  “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

  “But are…you sure…you can hold me?”

  “Absolutely.” He didn’t understand why she insisted she was so heavy. Brushing a finger over her center, he made sure to get her attention. “Let yourself go.”

  And she did, relaxing against him, letting him con
trol it all. Shouldering her weight, he put his mouth back on her, and in less than a minute, had her panting and bucking.

  “I’m…mmm,” she moaned.

  He was dying. She was killing him. Her actions and reactions were so hot he was about to disintegrate. Not yet. He was determined to finish the mission. Operation Brandi Feel-Good. But, glancing up without breaking contact, he nearly lost it. Eyes closed, bottom lip pulled between her teeth, she was so sexy, so damn gorgeous he could barely breathe. Needing to send her over the edge, to make her feel good, he slid a finger inside her, and when she cried out, he adopted the rhythm he’d discovered at the ranch. The one she liked best.

  “Yes...K-Kade…”

  With his name on her lips, she lost control on his lips, and he did his damndest to draw out her climax for as long as possible, watching the ecstasy on her face the whole time.

  Beautiful.

  Stunning.

  And her taste? Damn, she tasted incredible. Scorching and sweet. A taste he was not likely to ever forget.

  Slowing his motions, he removed his finger and lapped one last time before drawing back. As he let her slide down to the floor, she met his gaze and smiled.

  “Wow…I…that was…amazing.”

  He traced her cheek with a finger, brushing a strand of hair off her face to hook it behind her ear. “Yes, you were.” He pulled a packet from his pocket and held it up. “But we’re not done.”

  “You got that right, cowboy,” she drawled, reaching for the packet.

  He moved it out of her reach. “Oh, hell no, honey. If you touched me right now, we won’t need this. And I’m not done with you.”

  She laughed, her gaze playful and happy. No trace of sadness or fear in sight. In record time, he removed the rest of his clothes, sheathed himself, and helped her to stand.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he told her, his body shaking with the need to be inside her sweet curves. Pulling her close, he captured her mouth and groaned when she pressed her tongue to his and swept the inside of his mouth.

  He wasn’t going to last. Hands full of her soft curves, he left her mouth to kiss a path down her neck, inhaling her delicious scent. Yeah, he wasn’t going to last.

  “This is going to be fast. Sorry. But I’m dying here,” he said against her throat before he drew back, grabbed her hips and lifted her up.

  Needing no direction, she gripped his shoulders, wrapped her soft thighs around him, and then moaned the sexiest damn moan he’d ever heard as he thrust deep inside.

  Ah, fuck…yeah. She felt incredible. So damn incredible, her warm, silky heat gripping him tight. Then she moved. Christ. He was about to explode. Liquid fire melted his spine, and leaning forward, he kissed her wild and deep as he pumped in and out of her warm, wet center. Her nails dug into his shoulders, nipples scraped his chest, thighs tightened around him. He broke the kiss, gripped her ass, and adjusted the angle.

  “Ohh…”

  Her eyes were closed again, head back as far as the door would allow, breasts bouncing a frenetic beat as he upped the pace. Erotic. Sexy-as-hell. A real life fantasy. He was done. So was she. Brandi cried out, her softness tightening around his aching arousal, pulling Kade out of himself as she milked the hell out of his throbbing erection, bringing him to his knees by the time he was sweaty and spent.

  He pulled out, but continued to hold her as he flipped them so he sat against the door and she snuggled into his chest. Asking her how she felt would have to wait since talking required breath and, right now, he didn’t have any to spare, thanks to the incredible woman panting in his arms. Hot air gushed over his heated skin and cooled when she inhaled.

  Damn woman even breathed sexily.

  She shifted in his arms and stared up at him, lifting a hand to slowly trace his jaw. “Tell me, Sheriff, did you get the license number of that bus?”

  He laughed and gathered her close. “No, I was too busy trying to remember my own damn name.”

  Her chuckle rippled through him as her lips brushed his neck. “It’s Mr. Yurgood. Damn Yurgood.”

  “Yeah?” He drew back and smiled when she nodded. “Then you’re Ms. Thanhell. Hotter Thanhell.”

  Brown eyes blinked up at him, a sheen of tears glistening in their depts. “I am?”

  “Oh, hell yeah, honey,” he replied, tracing a line from her throat, over her rounded flesh to circle just outside the hardened tip, which he slowly leaned down to kiss.

  As her warm curves shuddered against him, he blew on her wet skin.

  She inhaled and clutched his arm. “I’ll give you all night to stop.”

  Trailing a finger over her other breast, he watched her eyes darken and breath hitch in her throat. “What do you know,” he said, circling her tightening nipple. “I happen to have all night.”

  And as luck would have it, Kade did end up spending the whole night. Miraculously, there were no sheriff calls yanking him from Ms. Thanhell’s bed. Between the second and third feel-good session, he sent a quick text to Kevin, letting his cousin know he was with Brandi and wouldn’t be home, and ignored the ‘’bout damn time you got some sense’ reply.

  Waking up with the bombshell’s ass under his palm after another marathon night of incredible sex was a little bit of all right. As the memories of the night washed over him, Kade was surprised he could still move. But he didn’t want to budge, hell no. Not with a warm, naked, curvy woman softly snoring on top of him, leg thrown across him as if she was afraid he’d leave. Not a chance. Besides, he couldn’t feel his own legs.

  After they used the two condoms in his pocket, he’d made a quick trip to the all night drug store ten minutes away, giving their bodies just enough time to recuperate. Upon returning, he’d found the temptress in the tub, and a very incredible and wet round three had commenced.

  Round four had nearly killed him.

  Still, apparently he’d fulfilled the woman’s wish for the night because she’d fallen into a steady sleep ever since. Christ, she hadn’t been kidding about the not thinking part. And the only talking they’d done had been with their bodies. But he wasn’t complaining. Hell no. Except, he wished he knew why she had been at the hospital.

  His stomach clenched. If he thought Jace would concede under badgering he’d interrogate the guy, but the doctor took the confidentiality of his profession serious, and Kade would never ask the lieutenant to compromise. Still, damn, he wished he knew what was wrong.

  All too soon, Brandi stirred, generous curves testing his rigidity by brushing his skin in a slow, enticing stretch. The friction of her soft curves against his flesh awoke the sleeping giant.

  Rigidity confirmed.

  Half-expecting the designer to give him his marching papers, since she was prone to heat up the night then do an about-face come morning, he was surprised when she lifted her head and smiled all warm and lazy.

  That’s a double confirmation on rigidity.

  “Morning,” she said, setting her chin on her hands splayed on his chest. “Sleep well?”

  He smiled back, lightly caressing the curvy cheek under his palm, while trailing the other hand up her spine. “Like the dead.”

  Smile fading, she stiffened and slid off him.

  What the hell did I say?

  Grasping her arm to keep her from leaving the bed completely, he rolled on top of the woman and pinned her to the mattress. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not running away. Talk to me. What’s wrong?” He lifted up enough to gaze down at the vexing woman.

  “Nothing,” she replied, but wouldn’t meet his gaze.

  “Brandi, come on. Tell me.”

  “There’s nothing to tell, except…”

  Christ, she wriggled until they lined up just perfect. So damn perfect. He sucked in a breath. “Except what?” His tone sounded strained because, hello…he was.

  “Mmm…” Her sigh washed over his neck and chest, and she finally met his gaze. “Damn…I love being under you, cowboy. You feel incredible.” Warm hands cupped his ass as th
e sexy designer wriggled some more. “So incredible.”

  He tried, really tried not to respond, but heat raced through his body, and he found himself thrusting against her hot curves. “I like you under me, or on me, or just plain around me.”

  She giggled and opened her mouth to respond, but her phone rang. Fear instantly replaced the light he’d managed to put back into her gaze. Damn.

  “I need to get that,” she said, pushing him off to sit up and grab her phone from the nightstand.

  Laying on his side, elbow bent, head resting in his hand, he watched her stiffened form as she answered the call.

  “Hello? Yes, this is her.”

  Unable to explain the sudden need to touch her, to convey support, he reached out and lightly rubbed her back.

  “It did? Uh-huh.”

  He felt her sigh and watched as her body visibly relaxed.

  “Yeah. Okay. Good. I will. Thanks,” she said, then hung up and set the phone back on the nightstand.

  Pushing a clump of hair over her shoulder, he tugged a strand. “Good news?”

  She stood, then turned around, big smile on her face, tears glistening in her eyes. “Yes, I don’t have cancer.”

  “What?” Jesus! Cancer? His heart literally rocked in his chest. “That’s great, Brandi, but what the hell?” He shot to his feet. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d had tests done?”

  She shrugged, dropping her gaze to her clasped hands. “I-I didn’t want to worry anyone unnecessarily.”

  “Christ, so you went through this on your own?” He wrapped his arms around her and crushed the brave, but foolish woman close. Now it all started to make sense.

  She nodded against his throat. “Well, not exactly. Jace found out and waited while I had the biopsies on the goiters in my throat, then took me home.”

  Foreign emotions, strong and fierce seized his chest. He should’ve been the one there for her, not Jace. He was the one sharing the woman’s bed, not Turner. But he couldn’t get mad at the doctor. The guy had helped Brandi through what must’ve been a horrific day.