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PRESSURE RISING (Book 2, Rhinestone Cowgirls) January 7, 2015
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All hell broke loose inside of her as he rolled the tip of his tongue along the inside of her mouth. His fingers threaded through her damp hair, tangling in the mass, lifting her head at a perfect angle so he could reach deeper.
He tasted good. He felt even better. The scent of his soap and the clean fragrance of rain mingled underneath her nose, making her nipples tight.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, dragging him closer, pressing her breasts against his hard chest.
His teeth nibbled at one corner of her mouth, scraping gently along the curve of her bottom lip. A vision of him nibbling her pussy lips made her scorch with heat as a strong desire to be one with him washed through her. Her core ached for fiery release.
All trepidation faded from her.
His kiss slowed and he pulled back. She whimpered in disappointment and opened her eyes. His gaze was filled with longing and she wanted him right then and there, not caring that earlier that week she could have wrung his neck.
“Darlin’, I don’t think one kiss will be enough.”
A hot shiver raced across her flesh. “No?”
“Uh-uh.” His eyes turned a shade darker and he sucked in a deep breath.
“Where are we headed here, DJ?”
“I have plans to lick every part of your delectable body. Is that a problem?”
She couldn’t have turned him down if her life depended on it. She unfastened the top button of his shirt, then another. “I like that idea.”
He smoothed his hands along her bare leg to the top of one cowgirl boot and pulled it off her foot. He gave it a toss and it landed with a thump to the floor. Then he removed the other. “You’re making me crazy, woman.”
Undoing the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered at the sight of his bare chest and flat stomach. “God, I’ve never seen a better body.”
He chuckled and it vibrated his chest. “I don’t think I’ve ever been more flattered.” His eyes twinkled.
She tugged his shirttail from his jeans and helped him slip the material from his shoulders. He had nice, large shoulders that could carry a lot of weight. “Is there any part of you that isn’t toned?”
“Well, you haven’t seen all of me yet, sweetheart.” He smoothed the back of his knuckles along her cheek.
“I’ve seen this part.” She squeezed his ass, careful not to hurt his wounded cheek. “That’s definitely in shape. About the only thing I haven’t seen is buried deep in those jeans, and from the looks of that bulge, I don’t think I’ll be a disappointed woman.”
He sucked in a breath. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I not only want it, I’m craving it.” She moistened her lips. “It’s been a long time for me, DJ. I hope I can satisfy you.”
He blinked. “Darlin’, I’m satisfied just looking at you. Trust me, neither of us will have a problem.” He tucked a tendril of her hair behind her ear. “How long has it been?”
“Too long,” she whimpered.
“I don’t want to make you feel like this is all I want. We don’t have to—”
She covered his mouth with her finger. “Don’t, DJ. I want this. I’ve been waiting a long time to feel this way.”
“I’m privileged to break the dry spell.” He winked. “I’ll take very good care of you, sweetheart.” He nuzzled his nose against her cheek.
She scraped her nails down his back. “How fast can we get the rest of the clothes off your body?” She couldn’t wait to see his goodies.
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