Prairie Heat (Cowboys of The Flint Hills #1)

by Tessa Layne

  His hand was instantly inside her bra, the rough pads of his fingers scraping against her buds. It was her turn to gasp. The cool night air coupled with his hot hands, sent spirals of pleasure through her limbs.

  Her hand reached for the button of her jeans.

  “Put your hands down my pants, Blake. I want you to feel how wet you make me.”

  He jammed his hand into her pants, forcing the zipper down. Twining his fingers, he pushed her thong out of the way until they came to rest on her very wet clit.

  “Holy hell, woman.” He stroked into her wetness, bringing his finger back up to swirl around her clit. His movement sent sparks shooting out and she rolled her hips encouraging him to do more.

  The horse started and picked up his gait. Tearing his lips from her neck, he brought the horse to a standstill.

  “God, Maddie. I want you so bad my balls are going to explode. But we’re making Blaze nervous.”

  “Then get me off this horse.”

  Feelings be damned. He had had finally breached her defenses. She wanted him so badly she couldn’t see straight. She’d regret this later. She knew it. But she had no rational thoughts left. She needed him and couldn’t think beyond doing whatever it took to get him inside her.

  CHAPTER 22

  Blake didn’t need to be told twice. He’d never been more turned on in his life. And no one had ever turned him on more than her.

  He looped the reins around the saddle horn and slipped off Blaze. Turning, he helped her down, then immediately scooped her up into his arms. Her shirt fell open, exposing her skin and lacy bra to the silvery light. He placed a kiss at the base of her neck. She hummed in the back of her throat.

  He scanned around for a place to set her down. They were about a hundred yards from the river, and there wasn’t much cover save for the trees at the edge of the bank.

  She laughed low.

  “Put me down, Blake.”

  “Wait. Here?”

  “Where else? The trees are too far away.”

  His cock was like steel in his pants.

  “I swear to God if you keep talking like that Maddie, I’m not going to make it.”

  She laughed quietly again, and drew a finger down his jaw. “So my mouth turns you on, does it?”

  He dipped his head, needing to taste her.

  “I love your mouth,” he murmured before capturing her in an open mouthed kiss. She responded immediately, and slid her tongue against his. Demanding. Taking. A moan erupted from the back of his throat, and he deepened their kiss, drinking her in like she was water in the desert. She shifted in his arms and pulled off his Stetson so she could run her fingers through his hair. Every nerve in his body fired with unbridled lust.

  Giving into the sensations, he sank to his knees, pulling her with him. The damp earth barely registered. Her hands were everywhere. Tugging at the buttons of his shirt, splaying across his collarbones.

  She pulled her lips from his, dragging her tongue down his neck, nipping and sucking. “Your jacket. Take off your jacket.”

  He shrugged it off, and laid it on the ground. His fingers went to the remaining buttons on his shirt, but she stopped him. She finished the job, then pulled it off, laying it next to his jacket.

  His skin skittered with goose bumps, but whether it was from the night air, or her lust-filled gaze, he couldn’t tell. She pushed him back onto his clothes, and straddled his hips, grinding herself into his hard length.

  He hesitated, waiting for her next move. What had gotten into her? Maybe the moonlight had made her crazy. Whatever it was, it was fucking amazing, and it made him unbelievably hard.

  She leaned over him, her hair falling in a curtain, sheltering them from anything but each other. Slowly, she came closer and caught his lower lip between her teeth. Biting gently, she sucked. A throaty groan stuck in the back of his mouth, and he reached up to cup her ass. He had to hang onto something or he’d explode.

  She worked her mouth down his neck, stopping to suck at the base of this throat, moving her tongue over the hollow. She wiggled her ass in his hands, settling into him.

  “Blake,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust. “You make me crazy hot. This is all I’ve thought about for weeks. Ever since you first kissed me.”

  Molten craving rushed straight to his balls and he ground his hips into her in answer. He couldn’t breathe.

  “Fuck, Maddie, I can’t take this.”

  “Oh.” She sat up, taking both her hands and her mouth off him. She shimmied out of her shirt, and removed her bra. Her nipples were taut and dark, an exquisite contrast to the shimmery white of her skin in the moonlight. Slowly, she brought her hands up and ran her fingers back and forth over her nipples. He dug his fingers into her ass as he stared, mesmerized.

  “Should I stop?” A small smile played at the corners of her sassy mouth.

  His mouth went dry. “No,” he croaked. “No.”

  She swayed over him like a Goddess, like a siren of the prairie, her hair falling in silvery waves in the moonlight. Every cell in his body tensed. In that moment his entire world tilted.

  He would do anything to keep her.

  Say anything.

  Be anything.

  She held him completely in thrall.

  He burned to be inside her, to feel her softness underneath him. More than that, he yearned to empty himself fully, completely into her. Without pretense. Without holding anything back. The weight of the realization pressed down on him. Shocking him. He didn’t know whether to be eager or scared shitless.

  “You are… everything,” he murmured reverently, brushing her hands away from her breasts, so that he could take her into his hands. He cradled her weight, thumbs flicking over and around her nipples, glorying in how they tightened, in the emotions flickering across her face. Everything seemed sharper, more intense.

  She moved to unfasten his belt, her hands fumbling for the button of his jeans. She tore his zipper down and in one fluid movement freed his cock from his shorts.

  Fireworks shot off behind his eyes as her hand settled around his length and began to slowly move up and down, squeezing and releasing. Her other hand dove farther inside, reaching to cup his balls. With the same rhythm she pulled and stroked.

  “Jesus, Maddie, where did you learn to do that?” he gritted, his hips rocking in response to her ministrations.

  She laughed low. “My imagination. Curse of a scientist. Insatiable curiosity.”

  Shit. He could think of a thousand scenarios he’d like to be curious about with her.

  “You like to be curious?” His breath came in pants. At this rate he’d shoot off long before she was satisfied. He had to contain himself.

  “I was born curious, Blake. It’s why I’m a scientist.”

  He risked a glance at her. Hooded eyes, glazed with unapologetic hunger, stared back at him. And a satisfied grin covered her face. God he loved her.

  His breath caught. Everything stilled.

  He loved her.

  That wasn’t possible.

  But it was as certain as the moon overhead.

  He was hopelessly in love with Maddie Hansen.

  He shut his eyes, unable to look at her. The realization laid him open. Bait for the wolves. He mentally scrabbled for purchase, trying to undo the thought. But there was no taking it back. He’d given that thought life, and now it was in the universe.

  Growing.

  Expanding.

  Her tongue darted out, encircling the head of his cock.

  He was lost.

  There was no mast to lash himself to. The siren song had completely captivated him. Bewitched him. There was nothing left to do but ride the wave of ecstasy she was offering him. He was helpless in her hands.

  Emotion bubbled up, thick and hot. He could no longer tell the difference between love and lust. It swirled in his body like a tornado. Ripping through him and leaving behind only devastation.

  She took him fully into her mouth.


  Her sassy, hot, mouth.

  Her tongue swirled around the underside of his cock as she applied just enough suction to set his nerve endings on fire. She burned him. When she was through, he’d be nothing but smoke and ashes.

  He fisted his hands in her hair, a waterfall of moonlight, and rocked into her, letting her take him to the stars.

  “Maddie, I…I… you have to let me.”

  He was incoherent, riding a galaxy of sensation and emotion.

  She hummed as she took him even further into her hot, wet mouth. Her hands were everywhere, stroking lightly first his chest, then his hips, then pulling on his balls.

  It wasn’t supposed to be this way. He was supposed to be calling the shots. He was supposed to incinerate her with his kisses. And yet, the closer she took him to completion, the less he cared.

  The more he only wanted this moment.

  This feeling.

  This drowning.

  This completion.

  With her.

  White-hot fusion centered in his balls. His whole body tightened, and for one blissful moment, time stopped.

  He exploded outward with the force of a supernova, crying her name into the darkness. Wave after wave assaulted him and she drank him in until he was tossed, helpless and spent, at her feet. Tears pricked his eyes as he lay there, in nothing but moonlight, utterly shattered.

  Maddie crawled upwards and nestled her head in the crook of his arm. He couldn’t speak. Didn’t trust himself to. So he kissed the top of her head, and pulled her close. That he could do. A feeling of awkwardness pressed up as the fog of his orgasm began to clear. How do you move on from a religious experience? Where did he go from here? He couldn’t handle this. This riot of feelings she’d unleashed.

  “Maddie?” His voice stuck in this throat.

  “Mmm?” She made lazy circles on his belly with her fingers. He liked that. The caressing. This feeling of closeness.

  “I… uh.” He cleared his throat. He shouldn’t talk. Talking always got him in trouble. “Thank you for that… I… uh… that was amazing.” He kissed her head again.

  “Mmm. I enjoyed it too.”

  “Really? Women like that?”

  “Well I can’t speak for other women.” She turned her face to his, her eyes inscrutable. “But I love to see you come apart like that.” She grinned, continuing the lazy circles with her hand. “It’s pretty heady stuff.”

  Coming apart. If only. That didn’t even begin to describe what had happened. If only she knew. He didn’t know how to tell her. Wasn’t sure he ever could. But he could show her. He shifted against her, running his hand over her side.

  “I think I sidetracked us.”

  “No. I think I sidetracked us.” She giggled. A sound as silvery and magic as the moonlight. She bewitched him.

  “Well, whoever’s at fault, the fact remains that you’re not done. And I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I left you hanging.”

  She smiled coyly. “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying turn about is fair play. Lie back.”

  He shifted over her, and helped her scoot to the center of the shearling so she wouldn’t hurt herself on the hard ground. This wasn’t exactly the ideal place for a tryst, but he sure as hell wasn’t getting back on Blaze until they’d had their fill of each other.

  Her hair fanned out around her, and he plucked a dried leaf from its end, wrapping her lock around his finger.

  “Like spun gold in the sun, like silver in the moonlight. Are you a sorceress, Maddie?”

  She gave him a smile like the Mona Lisa. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to accuse you of being a poet.”

  “I thought women liked poetry.”

  “Only if it’s sincere.”

  He leaned close, planting soft kisses at her temple. “Oh I’m sincere, all right,” he murmured. “You’re a sorceress. You’ve tangled me in your web, and I can’t escape.”

  She turned her head, eyes full of question. “Do you want to escape?”

  Shit.

  There was that Hansen directness again. A lump formed in his throat, silencing him. He held her gaze, hardly daring to breathe. He swallowed down the anxiety that darted through him.

  He shook his head once. “No.” Again with more conviction. “No. I don’t want to escape.”

  The smile she gave him was genuine and open. Satisfaction swelled through him. She liked his answer.

  The electricity arced between them, and she twined her arms around his neck. “Then come closer.” She drew his mouth down to hers, and he let himself fall into her.

  Even after drinking him in, it was her sweetness he tasted, not himself. Slowly, he dipped his tongue into her mouth, marveling at how he never tired of kissing her. Each time his tongue slid against hers, swirled and explored the soft recesses of her delicious mouth, he wanted more.

  More of her.

  More of them.

  He needed this to be good for her. Strike that. He wanted to blow her mind. Wanted to take her to heights she’d never visited. He caressed her lightly, fingers barely touching her satiny skin. Goosebumps raised under the pads of his fingers.

  She shivered and smiled into his mouth, sighing.

  “Tell me what you want, Maddie.”

  “Suck my tits.”

  Holy. Hell. Boldness for the win.

  A surge of awareness charged through him. For the time being, he ignored it. This was about Maddie. “My pleasure.” He shifted lower, bringing his mouth to hover right above her already taut nipple. He drew his finger under the curve, letting his thumb graze the bud.

  She breathed in sharply.

  Slowly, he brought his tongue to her breast, circling, but not touching her nipple. He blew on it, pleased to see it tighten further. He glanced up at her.

  Utter delight played across her features. Her lips were open, a tiny smile playing at the corners of her mouth, her eyes.

  “Maddie, look at me.”

  She opened her eyes, naked want flaring in their sapphire depths. Her tongue flickered out to wet her lips. Jesus. Every time she did that he wanted to stop what he was doing and dive into her mouth again.

  “I want you to see me making love to you.”

  Her eyes darkened in surprise. Damn, he was losing his edge. He’d never once referred to sex with her as ‘making love’. Maybe that’s because it never had been. This was different. Butterflies swept through him, lodging in his chest. This ranked up there with the first time he’d seen a naked lady in one of the ranch hand’s titty magazines. This meant something.

  She reached out and caressed his face. An act of simplicity that carried such weight and launched the butterflies all over again.

  He swirled his tongue over the swell of her breast, before returning and finally taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking. Hard.

  She gave a little sigh and began to roll her hips. “God Blake, I love that.” Her breath came in shallow pants.

  He couldn’t resist. He had to suck on her lower lip. He palmed her breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers, while he returned to her mouth, capturing her lower lip between his teeth.

  Instantly, her hands were in his hair, encouraging him. Drawing his mouth back to hers. He sucked on her tongue, inviting her farther into his mouth, and was rewarded with a groan coming from the back of her throat. He loved that sound. It sent waves of pleasure through him, settling and tightening in his balls.

  He dragged his mouth away from hers to bring it to her other breast, so he could repeat the process of slowly devouring every inch of her body. His tongue swirled around the nipple, and he gently scraped his teeth along its length before blowing on it.

  She moaned and arched into him. Somewhere in the distance an owl called. Being outside like this heightened his awareness. Intensified everything. Brought every detail of her body into sharp focus.

  “More,” she pleaded.

  “Demanding, aren’t you?” He moved his mouth back to the first nipple, su
cking and swirling, scraping it gently.

  “Yes-s-s-s.” Her fingers clutched at his hair. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  No. He wouldn’t. He moved his lips down her belly, flicking circles with his tongue, pausing to trace her belly button and to suck on the soft flesh there.

  Placing his hands under her hips, he gave her pants one hard yank and pulled everything down to her boots, exposing the rest of her to the cool night air, and his hot gaze.

  Her knees fell open as if in invitation. Her engorged pussy lips glistened in the moonlight. He licked his lips in anticipation.

  She giggled nervously. “God, Blake. You look like a wolf ready to devour a meal.”

  He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “Oh, I intend to feast.”

  He moved his hands to her hips, running his thumbs over the bone as he settled himself to one side. He drew a finger down her inner thigh, enjoying how her leg muscles clenched in response. How much pleasure could he give her before she cried his name in ecstasy? He was sure as hell going to enjoy finding out.

  He moved his fingers to her folds, slipping inside her slick heat. Her hips rose to meet his hand. He drew his fingers up her slit, spreading her juices around her clit, but not touching it.

  Slowly, reverently, he brought his mouth down to her mound. Her musk floated up to his nose and he breathed in her essence.

  Home.

  This was home.

  This moment, this vision of her laid open before him, bound him to her. Branded him as hers. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.

  He brushed his lips across her mound, alternating first the flat of his tongue against her softness, and then making circles with the tip of his tongue. Tasting all of her. Savoring her flavor.

  She rocked her hips up, and he skimmed his finger down again through her folds, dipping into her wetness.

  A cut the quiet. Whose, he didn’t know. It just as easily could have been his as hers. He kneeled closer, dropping his gaze to take her in.

  Her pussy glowed in the moonlight.