Delilah Devlin - Ride A Cowboy

Ride a Cowboy
Ellora’s Cave
February 1
ISBN: 1-4199-0512-0

Katelyn Carter came to rural Texas to lick her wounds and start over after her failed marriage, but a sexy, young cowboy seems determined to show her love is still in the cards for this spinster librarian.
Off-duty sheriff’s deputy, Daniel Bodine, answers a 911 call to remove a rattlesnake from his new neighbor’s bedroom. What he finds is an embarrassed Katelyn, dressed in little more than her pretty pink blushes. One little omission later, and he’s working for the lady as her handy man.

Burned once by man, Katelyn fights her growing attraction, but finds Daniel more temptation than she can resist. When he shows her he knows his way around a woman’s body as well as he does a hammer and a saw, she takes a walk on the nasty side, sure she can keep her heart free of entanglement.

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He raised his head, dragging in a deep breath. “I should go.”

“Yes, you should,” she whispered, staring into his heated gaze. Katelyn stood at a crossroads, her destination hers alone to choose. Her body yearned for more of his soft caresses, but she wasn’t sure she was strong enough not to want more.

Contrary to what her mind was thinking, she lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, molding her palm to fit the curve of hard muscle that flexed as she caressed.

His body went rigid beneath her touch. “Be sure,” he rasped, his chest rising and falling faster.

Be sure? Kate wasn’t sure of anything except she needed to be touched, filled—by Daniel. Katelyn stepped closer, aligning herself, chest to hip with his body. In an instant, stinging delight drew her nipples into tighter, distended points. She swallowed and lifted her gaze to his. “This doesn’t mean a thing,” she said, her voice tight. “I don’t want you to tell me sweet lies and this isn’t about forever.”

His nostrils flared and his head dipped, his lips hovering above hers. “Katelyn darlin’, who said anything about forever? What about just having fun?”

Torn between excitement and a dampening, perverse disappointment, Katelyn rose on her toes to close the distance between their mouths. _This is what I want—all I want._

She believed the lie when his hands closed around her hips to hold her still while he pressed the ridge growing beneath his zipper into her belly. She rose higher, straining closer to his hardness.

He broke the kiss and pushed her away, his gaze burning. “Turn around and face the wall.”

Katelyn’s eyes widened and her body thrilled to the curtness of his tone. She thought she’d craved a softer, more romantic joining all these years, but the electric excitement, prickling every erogenous zone she possessed, said her body was delighted at his coarse command. With deliberate, breathless slowness, she turned away.

“Put your hands against the wall.” His voice was closer, stirring her hair.

Katelyn shivered and braced her hands against the wall, and then waited, her heart pounding so hard she heard her own heartbeat in her ears. The tips of her breasts pressed achingly against her bra. Moisture dampened the crotch of her panties.

She jerked when his hands gripped the notches of her hips and a leg slipped between hers. He nudged her feet, one at a time, until they were shoulder-width apart.

Her breaths were shallow, her excitement rising. Although fully clothed, every part of her was accessible, open for him to explore. _Where will he start? Should I tell him where I need his touch next?_ Instead, she bit her lip.
Daniel’s hands slid around her belly and slipped beneath her T-shirt. The heat from his palms and the scrape of his calluses set her stomach quivering.

“Easy now,” he whispered, his body pressing closer to her back. His fingers found the clasp of her bra and opened it. The cups parted over her breasts, and in the next breath he held both mounds, squeezing her gently.

Katelyn moaned and pressed harder into his hands, gasping when he thumbed an aching nipple. Her head fell back against his shoulder and his lips slid along her cheek to her jaw and neck as he massaged her breasts, kneading until she whimpered, weak with delight.

“Easy,” he whispered. One hand slid down her belly to the waistband of her shorts and his fingers crept under the waistband, flattening against her stomach until he reached the top of her curls.

His hand rubbed in drugging circles, until she thought she’d scream if he didn’t reach deeper. “Please, please, touch me,” she whispered.

“Yes, ma’am.” The snap opened and the zipper rasped, and then his fingers slid inside her shorts to cover her sex. His fingers swirled in the wetness seeping from within her, and one long, thick finger slipped between her lips to push just an inch inside her pussy.

Katelyn’s whole body trembled and her knees gave way. If not for the arm clamped around her belly, she’d have melted to the floor.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice harsh now.

A question she’d never been asked and hadn’t the capability to answer, she was so carried away with the feelings swamping her body and mind. A strangled, “Inside me,” was all she could manage.

“Put your foot up on the box.”

“Box?” she parroted and looked down, surprised to see the wooden case with her silverware on the floor. She lifted a foot and the distance and angle of her stance opened her further.
His fingers reached deeper into her clothing.

Katelyn sucked in a breath and her belly, dying by inches for him to touch the part of her that wept and clenched.
Fingers combed through the short curls, tugging gently, easing, then tugging harder, until her abdomen trembled again.

“Like that, do you?” he rumbled.

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