Western Romance: More Than Ready (Naked Bluff, Texas Book 4)

by Anita Philmar

  His large hand stroked her neck. She tilted back her head, allowing him access to the most vulnerable spot for a kill. Hunter eyes flashed, and he squeezed her throat lightly with his hand. He could snap her neck so easily.

  A smile flirted over his lips. He continued gliding his hand lower. She read the male glint of control in his eyes. Prey or lover, she would give into his cravings for the moment because they matched her own.

  He cupped her breast in his hand. Her breath backed up in her throat. The callused pad of his thumb rubbed her nipple. Electric shock waves vibrated through every nerve ending, and the hairs on her head tingled.

  “Please, I...” Her mind flirted with insanity. Her eyelids dropped to capture the pleasure.

  He covered her breast with his lips. After only an instant, he lifted his head and blew on her skin. Her nipple peaked. Sparks of lust sang through her chest. His hot mouth again met her skin, and a sizzle of longing raced to the ends of her toes and fingers until they tingled with awareness.

  His tongue swirled around her stiff nipple. The hand holding her wrists shifted to her other breast. He kneaded one plush mound while sucking and licking the other. Her body sang with desire.

  “I, uh, can’t...” Her hips gyrated. She rocked and wiggled, convulsing with her release.

  Breathless and sated for a moment, her legs fell from around his waist. Her hands cupped the curve of his shoulders, and he shifted slightly. She opened her eyes to find him scanning her face.

  “Are you in the fertile period of your cycle, rich for a man’s seed, hungry for a child in your womb?” His tone was accusing, as if she were trying to trick him into getting her pregnant.

  She shoved at his chest, but his position didn’t alter. “No, one man already dominates me. I don’t need another one or a child to tie me down.”

  Dangerous beams of anger nailed her to the ground. “Are you married?”

  “No.” She tried again to shove him away. “My father forces me to eat pounds of lust weed every day. No man in his book will ever lay claim on me. He’ll forever hold me under his thumb.”

  “Yet,” his gaze didn’t leave her face, “I bet he’s also the one who finds the men to satisfy your desires, isn’t he?”

  The quietly asked question heated Faye Lynn’s face. She lowered her gaze and stared at the dark hair on his chest.

  Her father used her in a number of ways to make money. But she didn’t care to explain her life. A stranger, she’d probably never see this man again, and he had no right to judge what she did or didn’t do.

  She stiffened her back and glanced at him. “It’s time I leave.”

  The fierce glare in his eyes scared her for a moment. “Where is your father?”

  “In town. Why?” She couldn’t imagine why he would care where her father was.

  “Does he know where you are?”

  Again, Faye Lynn blushed.

  “I can see that he doesn’t. When he finds you gone, what will he do?” He brushed his hand over the bruise on her right shoulder.

  “He won’t find out, because I plan to join him by tomorrow morning.” She raised her chin ready to defy her temporary lover should he try to deter her.

  A hint of a smile touched his lips. “And what are you planning for the rest of the evening?”

  Her gaze locked with his. The glint of the lust she’d noticed in his eyes earlier returned. She wanted him, too, but instinct warned her to proceed with caution. He wouldn’t be an easy man to forget.

  “Well...” She eased off on the pressure of her hands against his chest. The idea of spending a night in his arms teased her mind. Could she enjoy the pleasure of sex with a man not of her father’s choosing? Or would picking her own sexual companion be stepping over the line drawn for proper ladies?

  She rubbed her feet along her lover’s calves. The rough texture of his pants tickled her arches. “First, I need to find some clothes,” she studied the stiff tips of her breasts, “and then I should head back to town. After that, I probably should find something to eat and somewhere to rest.” Her hands slid along his chest to the curve of his shoulders. “Why?” She added an innocent tone to her voice. “Did you want to join me?”

  “No, I’m planning a different course of action for the evening.”

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