On vacation with her husband, Sara helplessly watches her marriage crumbling apart. Her longing for a decent man sends her straight into the arms of cowboy Ash, but is she ready to accept all he has to give her? More
On vacation with her husband, Sara helplessly watches her marriage crumbling apart. Her longing for a decent man sends her straight into the arms of cowboy Ash, but is she ready to accept all he has to give her?
“Come along, filly,” Ash instructed me then, his voice a near-growl. Feeling jittery, I followed him, skirting the fence until we reached a small cluster of trees with shade and soft grass beneath them. Ash pulled me down along with him, guiding me to sit in his lap. A moment later we were locked in yet another breathless kiss.
I finally allowed myself to touch his hard body. While his tongue tangled with mine, I ran my hands up his chest. His sun-warmed skin was surprisingly smooth beneath my palms, but all of him so firm, so solid. I inhaled deeply, enjoying his scent of leather and hay.
When we separated, he grabbed me round the waist and laid me down in the grass. Carefully, he lifted his hat off his head and set it down an arm’s length away. His boots came off too, tumbling several feet down the slope before coming to rest, and a moment later my own had joined the pile. His large hands swiftly undid the button of my jeans, then the zipper, and while he pulled them off, his mouth caressed the skin of my lower belly. He touched exactly the spot that was tight with lust, down there, and a desperate moan escaped my throat.
“Hush,” he muttered against my skin. His fingers rolled up my top until my breasts were exposed. Capturing one hard nipple with his lips, he settled the palm of his hand on the other. Once more I moaned, squirming beneath him and grasping a fistful of his hair. When he sucked fiercely, I arched up and into him.
My impatience must have been obvious, because he decided to take pity on me. Sighing, he raised his head for a moment, looking into my eyes before moving lower. He kissed a swift trail down my belly. My thighs parted for him, and a moment later I felt his tongue pressing against my clit through sheer, lacy fabric.