One Tough Cowboy

by Lora Leigh

  She moaned as he slowly slid inside her. He took her arms and lifted them over her head, then leaned down and kissed her, sucking her bottom lip. He moved deeper into her, then rose, lifting her thighs. He draped each ankle over his shoulders. He grabbed a pillow and braced it under her as he grasped her hips and filled her to the hilt. She moaned harshly, arching into the strong thrust. She clenched her muscles around his cock, and he closed his eyes, hissing air through his teeth.

  He slowly withdrew till he was almost free then plunged back in. She felt the tension building. She was almost there, almost ready to come. She fought against it, wanting it to never end. Samantha moaned harshly, panting.

  He kissed the inside of her ankle while he began pumping in and out of her in a slow, rhythmic motion. Waves of sensation washed over her like honey. It was driving her up, higher and higher, the feeling growing stronger and sharper until she thought she’d go mad.

  She looked up at him and met his gaze. He looked hungry. She ran her hand down his hard, rippling stomach to where their bodies met. She closed her eyes and tilted her head back as her fingers felt his hot cock slide in and out of her, felt his balls slap against her.

  His hand closed over hers, and she opened her eyes again, watching him as he directed her fingers to the little swollen nub nestled in the slick folds of her female flesh. He was thrusting into her faster and faster. She sucked in a breath as their fingers rubbed over her clit together, taking her up until she exploded, ecstasy radiating through her.

  She cried out and flung her head back. Hunter drove into her, tenderly circling her clit. She bucked against him as the next orgasm hit, even stronger, until she thought she’d splinter and disintegrate. His lips parted on a groan and his eyes narrowed, focusing on hers, plunging into her one last time as he came and shuddered against her, his hot cum filling her.

  She lay panting as he lowered her legs and rested on top of her, his semi-hard flesh still seated inside her. It felt good to have the weight of this man on her, better than any of her fantasies. She had this irksome fear that no one else would ever measure up.

  chapter nine

  Hunter figured he was screwed, and not just literally, as he rolled to his side and brought Samantha’s body close against his chest. Damn, if that hadn’t been the best fuck of his life. The fiery heat and melting passion he found in her was more than amazing, it was downright scary. No woman should be so tight, so hot and wet, her inner muscles sucking every drop of semen from his taut balls until he was gasping.

  He remembered his little Pixie Pest and the way she used to look up to him with eyes sparkling with hero worship. She wasn’t so much a pixie anymore, though. Hell if she wasn’t still a pest, even if she had been his hero this time.

  From scrawny little troublemaker into full-grown warrior woman, she was a wild flame in his arms. He couldn’t believe how hot and hard that made him now. From the moment her eyes had stared into his at that damned bar, he had been ready to explode. It wasn’t normal, he warned himself. If he were listening, maybe it would help.

  Even now, he was semi-hard; his sensitive flesh achingly aware of the slick, hot portal awaiting it inches away. He could feel the smooth satin of her thigh against the sensitive head of his cock. He knew within minutes he would be hard and ready again. She didn’t need this. Holy shit, he didn’t need this. She was a wildcat that sapped his strength and made him want to howl at the moon in male satisfaction.

  Looking like an innocent angel, snuggled against him, her breathing slowly evening out. Well, appearances were deceiving; all that sweetness was infused with red-hot spice.

  Shower. That was all he needed to clear his head, he thought. A shower. He could get up right now and walk right out that door. Hell, his house wasn’t far away, and the water was nice and cold there. He knew that for a fact.

  He shifted to move away from her. He had everything figured out until his betraying flesh slid across slick, silky skin. He closed his eyes on a groan and settled between her thighs once again, instead. Okay, so the cold shower could wait.

  He rubbed his face against her full, hard-tipped breasts. They were gorgeous. Round and firm, with little pink nipples that tempted him as surely as anything could. Like pretty raspberries, all prime and ripe and ready to pluck. His tongue stroked one softly.

  “Again?” There was surprise in her voice. That crisp, stern Yankee accent was shocked, but growing husky with the return of heat.

  Who would have thought his Pixie would come home with that upright starch in her voice that made her sound so damned untouchable? It made his libido stand up and howl in hunger.

  “Aw now, sugar,” he whispered with a smile, allowing his country twang to deepen to a slow drawl. “If it’s worth doin’, it’s worth doin’ right.”

  “I believe you did it pretty damn right the first time,” she gasped, as his lips pulled at one little berry with a teasing caress.

  “Aw, there’s always room for improvement.” He smiled against her flesh.

  “Improvement?” Her sexy blue-green eyes widened incredulously, and she bit her plump lower lip. “God help me,” she murmured, her long fingers fisting in the sheets at her sides as she arched her head back against the pillow, pushing her breasts closer to his mouth.

  Damn, she was responsive. Her breath hitched, suspended, then released on a low moan of pleasure as he transferred his attention to her other nipple.

  “Oh, that feels good.” She seemed surprised as he drew on just the tight bud of nerves tempting his lips and tongue. He went no further. He just let his tongue stroke over her nipple, grazing it gently between his teeth, listening to the strangled gasps that issued from her throat.

  “Someone was in a hurry earlier,” he teased her as he kissed the darkening flesh. “We take things slow here, darlin’. Nice and easy, so we can savor every experience. Remember?”

  She arched languidly in his arms, a small, whimpering moan escaping her lips as his tongue rasped over her again, then he drew her nipple into his mouth, suckling at it slow and easy. The hard little point throbbed beneath his lips, tightening and stabbing at his tongue in needy greed.

  “This is savoring?” she asked in breathless amazement. “God, Hunter, this is torture.”

  But she struggled to lie still beneath him, her hands gripping his shoulders as he sipped and sucked at her breasts, loving the taste of the berry firmness as she arched against him.

  “Torture?” he asked her gently, smiling when her nails bit into the tough skin of his upper arms, and her thighs shifted against his, her hips grinding against the thigh he pressed to her hot center. Damn, the woman was like fire in his arms. Like pure lava, melting and flowing from her core, dampening his thigh with a liquid plea.

  “Hunter, I don’t know if I can stand this,” she panted harshly, her hands reaching to spear into his hair as he licked from her nipple to her neck.

  His let his teeth rasp the sensitive skin at her collarbone, then lick at it with a slow swipe as he tasted the smooth sweetness he found there. She tossed her head, groaning as he pressed his thigh against her drenched mound, allowing her to ride it as her hips rose and fell in demand. Unable to resist that long, lovely neck flushed with heat from her arousal, his mouth devoured her, sucking and licking the warm silky skin of her throat. His hand caressed her breast, gently lifting, squeezing, rasping her hard nipple against his palm. He felt the rumble of her groan against his tongue, and his mouth moved higher, along her jaw.

  “Sure you can, sugar,” he whispered, his tongue outlining her ear with a slow sweep. “You’re a badass.”

  He raised his head and found her mouth open, soft and yielding. He tasted that full, hot lower lip she kept nibbling on and drew it into his mouth. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, their breath blending as he moved his tongue against hers in long, slow strokes.

  He felt her shiver against him, and his cock throbbed in its own demand. Damn, where had his self-control gone? She made him want to thrust ha
rd and deep and drown in the heat pouring from her. He had to force himself to let his hand move slow and sure from her waist to her breast. There, he cupped the mound of heaving flesh, moving his head to rub the erect nipple against his cheek.

  She cried out harshly, her hot cunt thrusting against his thigh as he pushed it harder against her. And still he didn’t hurry. He wanted her to remember this night, just as he knew he would. He rubbed his lips over the stiff point, licked it tenderly, then moved back to her neck as one hand moved lower along her smooth, flat abdomen. His fingers trailed through the beads of moisture forming there. Her skin was almost as slick as the hot folds of flesh between her thighs. And he wasn’t unaffected either. He could feel the sweat pouring from his body, drenching them both as he fought for breath.

  He moved then, drawing his thigh back from the heat of her pussy as he spread her legs wide, moving between them slowly.

  “Hunter, please.” She shivered, whimpering in her female need as he nudged the slick entrance of her body with the broad head of his cock.

  Control. He fought for it. He didn’t want to slam inside her. He wanted it to last forever. He wanted to take her gentle and sweet, and show her how damned good it could be. He slid in marginally, barely an inch, feeling her muscles clamp onto that small invasion in desperation.

  He fought for breath. Son of a bitch, it was good. So damned hot and silky, clenching, stroking his flesh with each harsh breath she fought for. He gripped her hips, holding her steady, watching the point where their two bodies met. The dim light of the moon’s glow spilling onto the bed gave him a clear view of her glistening, silky curls and the burrowing of his hard length between them.

  He swallowed tightly, on fire with the sensations sweeping through his body as he inched farther inside her, his eyes riveted by the sight of her female lips widening, drawing him in as her vagina milked his cock, keeping him pulsing with the need to climax.

  He wasn’t going to rush this. Damn, if it wasn’t the best he had ever known. Watching her as he took her, seeing her body accept him, hearing her cries for more. He gave her more, spreading her inch by inch as her keening cry was lost in his male groan of triumph, as his darker, intimate hair meshed with her wet curls, soaking both.

  He shook his head, grinding his hips into her as he resisted his body’s demand that he take her hard. Fast. “Now, Hunter. Now.” It was her tormented voice pleading for release he couldn’t resist. It shattered his self-control.

  He fell forward, catching himself on his elbows and clasping her head in his hands.

  “Open your eyes,” he growled. “Look at me, Samantha. Look at me while I make you scream.”

  His hips retreated. Her eyes widened in protest. He slammed forward, driving every hard, desperate inch of his cock as deep as it would go inside the sucking depths of her vagina. Her mouth opened, a gasping cry issuing from it. Her pupils dilated in further pleasure, a harsh flush mounting her cheekbones as her hips pushed against him, demanding more.

  “Faster. Please, Hunter. Faster.” Her eyes didn’t leave his; they glazed over, her eyelids lowering just enough to give her a mysterious, sexy look that made him crazy.

  He felt his muscles bunch, braced himself with knees and elbows, and with a quick prayer that she would come quickly, he gave her what she wanted. What he needed. His hips powered into her. Thrust after long, hard thrust, as they both groaned, arched, slamming their bodies into each other, fighting for the ultimate high while their blood thundered, rushed.

  Samantha screamed for him. He relished the sound, thrusting deeper inside her as he felt her clench, gush. Another sharp scream issued from her throat as she began to climax harshly. He was only a second away. He gritted his teeth, fought a shout, and lost his control as he felt the rippling power of his ejaculation tearing through his body.

  He cried out her name, holding himself deep and tight within her as his seed pumped hard and fast inside her gripping, spasming flesh.

  Damn, if he had to die, this was the way to go. Hunter barely caught himself before he collapsed on top of her. At the last second, he twisted his body, falling beside her, his eyes closing in exhaustion as he fought for breath, and for sanity. Yeah, that was what he needed. Sanity. Sex like this should be outlawed, though he’d hate to have to arrest himself.

  He grinned at that. His hand fell to Samantha’s stomach, feeling the sharp rise and fall of it as she fought for her own breath. They were both gasping, fighting for control. He felt alternately proud as hell and scared to his toenails. He wanted to beat on his chest, he wanted to slink away and hide from her. Sex shouldn’t be that damned good.

  “Amazing, you’re absolutely amazing, but I think perhaps I’ve died.” Her voice, so proper and well-cultured, made him smile. Deerhaven, California, didn’t boast many Yankees. He was pretty damned sure they wouldn’t brag about any, if they were there. Fact was, Sam wasn’t a real Yankee, and he intended to remind her of just that. Right now, he had a soft, vibrant, incredibly lusty she-cat on his hands, and he loved it.

  “Sure ’bout that?” he whispered against her ear, feeling the involuntary shiver that raced over skin. “Just let me catch my breath, sugar, and we’ll try for another round. See if I can bring you back to life.”

  “Uh, slow down now, cowboy. Give a girl a moment to recharge,” she said with a soft sexy laugh.

  There was a faint protest there. Real faint. Hunter wished he had the strength for the chuckle he wanted to release. Damn, it was all he could do to breathe.

  “All right then, better get some rest.” He took a deep breath, making himself rise and reach to the foot of the bed where the comforter had been tossed.

  Damned A/C was hell on damp skin, he thought, feeling her shiver again. He covered them both, then settled back beside her with an exhausted sigh.

  “We have to get up early.” She cuddled into his arms, her head against his chest as a last sigh whispered over his chest. “Don’t ignore the alarm.”

  He glanced over at the red digital display on her side of the bed. Alarm was set, at least. He would have hated to have to go to the trouble.

  “Sure thing, sugar.” He yawned, pulling her tighter in his arms, his chin resting against the top of her head as he closed his eyes.

  Damn, a sudden thought struck him. She wasn’t going to run him off before dawn? He frowned, wondering how long it had been since he had spent the night with a woman, instead of sneaking out of her house before daylight. Neighbors and gossip—they turned normally intelligent women into gibbering masses of nervousness. They wanted to play, but damned if they wanted anyone to know it.

  He had always been amused by the same shy, sweet, parlor room ladies gasping and moaning in the dead of night, then pushing their lovers swiftly from the back door before dawn. Not this one, though. He ran his hand along her back, finally allowing it to rest at the top of her buttock as he sighed in satisfaction. Maybe he’d try for more the next morning.

  chapter ten

  Samantha woke up with a smile on her face. She stretched languidly, kicking the covers from her naked body. Her muscles ached, a pleasant reminder of the night before. A hot shower would loosen them up just fine.

  She curled her toes, and her sigh was more of a moan. Sex had never been this good nor this fun. She’d imagined being with Hunter so many times, she’d almost been afraid it wouldn’t live up to her fantasies. A low chuckle left her throat. This time reality surpassed fantasy. She felt like an overindulged feline and nearly purred with smug satisfaction.

  Opening one eye, she noticed the time on the clock and pouted. She had too much to do to lay in bed all morning but the cool sheets felt so good. Hunter had apparently already left, so she best just get up and get busy.

  She rolled onto her back and brushed the hair out of her face. She placed her other hand on her stomach. Hunter … the mere thought of him had her body humming. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, remembering his lips on her mouth, her neck. Her fingers trailed lightly
between the valley of her breasts. She would have to talk to him about cooling this off some if they were going to continue working together. Otherwise they’d be spending all their time in bed, or wherever.

  “Now see, that image is gonna haunt me all day long.”

  Samantha sat straight up and scowled. “Dammit, Hunter.”

  Hunter stood leaning against the doorframe with a wicked glint in his eye. He grinned and walked toward her, his voice low and seductive. “Sorry, sugar, didn’t mean to startle ya.” He sat at the end of the bed and lifted one of her feet to rest against his shoulder and gently began massaging her calf.

  “I thought you had left already.” Her voice was a bit breathy, her eyes fluttered closed as his hands moved higher, kneading the tight muscles there. He lifted her foot, and she felt his teeth graze over the arch. Her breath caught in her throat as what should have only tickled sent pleasure feathering through her. “Don’t you need to be at work?” she croaked softly.

  He chuckled, that low sexy rumble. Was everything about this man hot? “I do.”

  He was tempting, dressed in those low-slung jeans and beige button-down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up again, revealing his tight, tan skin over thick, corded muscles. She wanted him naked, covering her; she wanted that mouth all over her body again. Her body clenched at the thought, the slick sliding between her thighs only adding to her need. She couldn’t get enough of him. Samantha lifted a single brow and gave him a sly, hungry smile. “And yet, here you are.”

  “Temptress,” he growled at her, and she nearly shivered. He moved over her and she reached up and ran her fingers through his shower-dampened hair.

  His hand cupped her breast. The heat of his palm, the roughness, sent delightful shivers racing over her skin. Her nipples contracted, aching for more attention, and he obliged them, rubbing his thumb across their hardened peaks as he kissed her, swallowing her moan, his tongue playing with hers. He broke away too soon and nipped at her full bottom lip then licked it before moving away from her.