Her Prada Cowboy: McCulloch County Series #1 (4 page)

Shannon’s fingers closed around his
sides.  Her body already suffused with heat. His tongue was slowly driving her
crazy.

He plundered.

He plunged. 

It was the most sensual invasion ever.
He fisted his hand in her hair to hold her head in place.  He sipped from her
mouth until her tongue tangled with his.

Her moan and his growl were muffled in
their mouths.  He deepened the kiss. Slanting his mouth back and forth over
hers, driving deeper, sipping erotically. 

Jarrod’s lips left hers and he kissed
a slow, moist trail of fire over her cheek to her ear.  He licked the lobe and
blew on it.  Shannon moaned, her clit pulsating with the sensation that shot
from where his lips kissed, the pull on the lobe went directly to her core.

He pulled her hair slowly, forcing her
neck to arch back.  She mewled helplessly when his hot lips closed on the vein
in the curve of her neck.  He pulled the skin into his mouth and he suckled
sensually.  Her nails dug half-moons into his sides.

Jarrod sucked harder.  Shannon cried
out, her legs restlessly moving beneath his. He caressed her arm, her shoulder
and trailed a slow path around her breast, closer and closer to her nipple.

Shannon felt like exploding and he has
not even touched the important parts of her body!  She arched her back,
offering more of her throat to his hot lips. He obliged and suckled harder on
her fragrant skin.  Leaving a very large and clear mark of his possession of
her.

Shannon nearly lifted off the bed when
he at long last flicked his fingers over her nipple, again and again.  She
moaned, clutching him harder in his sides.  He did the same to the other and
without preparing her, his lips closed over her nipple and he sucked it deep
into his mouth.

She cried out, her voice husky with
pleasure.  Jarrod growled and pulled her nipple deeper into his mouth, suckling
harder.  Never has he tasted such a delicious treasure. 

Good Lord, she tastes like heaven!

He swopped to the other breast and
suckled on it greedily, tweaking and tugging at its twin with his fingers.  She
mewled over and over again, lifting her hips against his leg, desperate for
more.

He pushed her legs apart with his knee
and rubbed his thigh against the apex between her legs.  He moaned when he felt
her heat scorching him.

“Oh … you … ooohh … yes!  More …
ohlordohlord!”

Shannon held her breath when his
large, slightly rough fingertips fluttered over her stomach to come to rest on
her naked mound. 

Jarrod lifted his head and looked at
the squirming woman beneath him.  Lord, he has never been with a woman that was
so naturally passionate, wanton and …
man oh man
… sensual.  He has
never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her.  Never.

“Look at me, doll face.”

She panted and opened her eyes.  Only
realizing then that the bedside lamp was still on.  Her eyes met his sizzling gaze
and she gasped.  Good heavens, this man was turning her whole body into a
swirling mass of lava.  She has only ever been with one man and oh, boy … only
now did she realize what she missed out on.  This man was a master of
seduction.  He played her body like a music instrument.

She has never felt so much need and
desire rush through her body.  A need so deep and so intense that she felt as
if she was floating, looking down on them.

“If you want me to stop, you better tell
me now.  Because if I go any further and touch you and find you hot and wet …
there is no way I will be able to stop.  And, honey … I know you are.”

Her breathing increased.  She bit her
lip when he drew small circles over her mound and she mewled.

“Tell me to stop, doll face.  Because
Lord knows, if you don’t, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow!”

He
expects me to say no after that promise!

She raised her hips and pressed her
mound against his caressing hand. 

“No, don’t stop.” 

Her voice was soft, husky and so damn
sensual, his already rock hard arousal pressed even harder against her hip,
throbbing with need.

“Oh … you … oh yessss!”

He stroked his fingers all the way
over her cleft and back, separating the folds hiding her clit.  He circled
around it, wide at first and then smaller. She mewled and thrashed her hips
against his hand when he rubbed his rough fingertips over the nub.  Soft, then
harder.  He dipped his finger inside her pulsing sheath and she moaned.

Jarrod groaned.

“Holy cow, woman!  You are so hot … so
damn wet!  I’m sorry, but I can’t wait any longer.  I’ll make it up to you … later…”

He rolled from the bed and pushed his boxer
shorts down.  Shannon gasped.

“Oh my word … Prada!  You’re a Prada
cowboy!”

He hardly smiled, his face tight.  He
pulled open the bedside drawer.  He took out a silver packet which he ripped
open with urgent fingers.  He turned and she salivated at the sight of his
rampaging maleness.  His shaft stood strong and hard, big, thick and long.  Her
insides quivered and she bit her lip.

Jeez, he is so big!  Oh Lord, I can’t
wait!

“Hurry, muscle man!”

Then he was there, standing between
her legs on his knees.  He pushed her legs wider and yanked her hips up against
his, her back arched.  His whole body was as tight as a wire.  He stroked his
finger over her clit and inside her heat.  He added another and yet another,
stretching her gently.   She thrashed and clasped his thighs.

She keened and arched her neck when
the blunt tip of his shaft speared into her.  He clenched his teeth and
groaned. 

Lord, she was tight!  But she will
take all of me by the end of the night … she has to!

“Yes … oooh … please!  Give me more!”

He pushed deeper and kept going,
spurred on by her wild cries, until her muscles clamped around him in protest.

“Oh … ooh … I’m sorry!  I want to take
… ooooh … all of you, but … yesss!”

Jarrod breathed hard, his lips pressed
in a tight line.

“Before the sun rises in the morning,
doll face, you will.”

He nearly pulled out all the way and
she keened.  Then he plunged, hard and fast, driving into her with a need he
has never felt before.  A need that crashed over him and he felt his body
heating up. His balls tightened in warning.

“Oh damn, woman!  I am going to come! 
It’s been too … long … uuhhm!”

She thrashed wildly and with his next
forward thrust she shattered in his arms.  Her surprised scream echoed through
the room. His groan followed directly after.  His body tightened and the veins
stood out in his neck when his own orgasm nearly crippled him.

Shannon felt the heat rush through her
whole body, every muscle tightened and she arched upwards.  She was desperate
to draw a breath, but her inner core pulsed ruthlessly around Jay’s shattering
orgasm, plummeting her deeper into the abyss.

Jarrod kept plunging inside her with
short, hard thrusts, emptying every drop of his release inside her.  He growled
when he felt her inner muscles grip him hard to draw him in deeper.  She
thrashed her head back and forth against the pillow.  Her panicked eyes pleaded
with him.

He lowered his body unto hers, pushing
her hips down on the bed.  He leaned over her with his elbows beside her head. 
He kissed her lips slowly, calming her down, until she caught a deep breath.
Their eyes met and they stared at each other.

Bloody hell!  I’ve never had the like!

Jarrod knew this quick release has
surpassed any he has ever had before.  He had a sneaky suspicion his doll face
was about to spoil him for all others!

Good Lord!  He made me lose my
breath!  I never knew it could be this good!

Shannon could not get her breath
back.  She knew what they just shared, didn’t just happen to anyone.  She just
knew, she would never want to
share it with another!  They shared the
exact same thought.

I am so screwed!

Jarrod withdrew from her, rolled from
the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.  He walked back shortly with a cloth
in his hand.  He settled next to her on his side, leaning his head on his
hand.  Her eyes glittered as their eyes met.  She gasped and grasped his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like, doll face?”

“I’ll do it myself.”

“Hmm.  I want to.”

“No … ooh!”

She closed her eyes.  He spread her
legs and gently wiped her dry between her legs. He chuckled and her eyes jumped
open. 

“Blushing, honey? After what we just
did?”

“This is … different.”

“How?”

“It’s more intimate.”

Now he laughed at her outright.  She slapped
him on his chest.  Her blush deepening.

“What is so damn funny?”

“Women … I’ll never understand them. 
I was just deep inside you, doll face. We can’t get any more intimate than that
… well, maybe a few couple inches more.  Yet cleaning you between your legs is
more intimate?”

“Tsk!  You’re a cowboy!  You would not
understand.”

He chuckled and threw the cloth over
the side of the bedside table.  He pulled the drawer open and took a handful of
condoms out and threw them on the bedside table.  He raised his eyebrows at her
widening eyes.

“I did warn you, doll face.  It’s been
ten months and you’ve just made it worse.”

Shannon gasped when his started
nibbling her collarbone.  His wicked fingers trickled a slow path between her
breasts. Shannon trailed her hands over his strong muscled arms to grasp his
hair in her fists.  He lifted his head.  Her eyes were half lidded and smoky
with passion.

Jarrod drew a ragged breath.  He has
lusted before, was even hungry for a woman, but this … is pure passion.  So strong
that the need for her shook through his tall frame.  Bloody hell … he ached to
be inside her … to feel her clutch him like a custom made glove.

“Kiss me, my Prada Cowboy.”

His lips curved into a slow sensual
smile and his head lowered.  He spread her legs wider at the same time and
lowered himself against her heat.  Shannon was done waiting and pulled his head
down and locked her lips with his.  The kiss was a personification of their
mutual need. Wild, sinful and erotic.

Shannon’s tongue tangled with his in
an explicit come-and-get-me voracious invitation.

He did.

Once again he possessed.

Over and over.  Just as he promised,
weakening every muscle in her body, taking charge of every thought in her mind.
 

In the end she begged him to stop. 
She was weak, covered in sweat.  Every muscle in her body ached.  Her thighs
were so sore she winced when she moved.  Her inner channel  chafed and swollen.

Jarrod was not faring any better.  His
body had a sheen of sweat from top to bottom. His dick ached …
shit, it was
damn pulsing
… but it was a delicious throbbing ache.  Although, he
acknowledged with a grimace, that he might have to use an ice pack in the
morning to soothe it.

He rolled over on his back next to
her.  His hand rested possessively on her quivering belly.  Their breathing was
haggard in the quiet room.  Jarrod groaned when he sat up and looked down at
Shannon.  She was sprawled out, her legs still spread and her arms above her
head.  His dick jerked.

Holy shit … down boy!  Enough already!

He rolled off the bed and lifted
Shannon in his arms.  She complained loudly.

“No!  Sleep … I need to sleep!”

Jarrod chuckled and kissed her on her
nose.

“Soon, doll face.”

He stood with her under a tepid shower
and had to hold her up, her legs were that weak.  He washed her and them him. 
He dried them quickly and carried her back to the bed.  He stood looking down
at the rumpled sheets and realized they were soaked.

He turned and carried her to her room
and laid her on the bed.  She was already asleep.  He switched off the bedside
lamps and settled next to her, drawing her in his arms.  She curled around him
and threw her leg over his hip.   Her small hand curved over his chest and her
head found a spot on his shoulder. He sighed contently and closed his eyes,
only to have them sprung open in shock.  It was the first time he would sleep
with a woman in his arms.  Damn and if it did not feel right.  As if that was
exactly where she belonged.

So
damn right!

Shannon
woke up feeling completely disorientated.  She stretched and then cried out. 
Every muscle complained.  She turned on her back, wincing when even her nipples
tingled with tenderness.

A low moan escaped her lips.  She
grabbed a pillow and slapped it over her face, only to throw it on the floor
just as quickly.  It smelled of him.  Gorgeous, delicious Cowboy!  It was not a
dream.  He did spent most of the night making lust with her … or was it more
than that?  It most definitely felt like it.  He was tender, and yet so wild
with unbridled passion for her.  He totally blew her mind.

Wonderful Shannon!  He’s a bloody
Cowboy!  Yes … but he is a Prada Cowboy!

As if that mattered, her conscience
muttered back at her.  She was a corporate chick.  She preferred high powered corporate
men. Not naked chested, ab flaunting, Prada wearing Cowboys! 

She sat up and lowered her legs to the
floor. She got up and cried out with the first step she took.  Good Lord!  Her
thighs were killing her!  It felt as if she just had a 72 hour marathon session
at the gym doing squats!  He most definitely delivered on his promise.  She
could barely walk!  Her inner channel pinched in complaint with every step she
took.

After a quick shower she felt fresh
and relaxed.  She was most definitely going to be a little uncomfortable and
sore for a few days.  Her bags were in the walk-in cupboard and she sighed with
relief.  She pulled on a purple thong and a pair of Sissy Boy skinny jeans with
a purple stretch top that hugged her breasts.  The shorts sleeves only started
at the top of her arms, leaving her shoulders bare.  She slipped her feet in a
pair of purple Jimmy Choo, high heeled sandals.   The thin straps that crossed
from her toes to her ankles showed off her well-formed, small feet with her
purple painted toe nails.

She groaned with every step she took
and walked back to the bed.  There was no way she would be able to walk with
high heels!

Damn you, Muscle Man!

Oh, please Shannon!  You demanded and
begged a hell of a lot yourself!  It was not just all his doing!

Oh, shut up!

She blushed at the reminder and could
not deny that it was the truth.  It was not only him that could not get
enough.  She still wanted more, even now!

She took the high heels off and slipped
on a pair of flat sandals.  Shannon blushed noticing the dark love mark Jarrod
left in her neck.  Big, dark and right there in your face.  No one would miss
it!   She groaned and cursed her own wantonness of the night before. She has
never allowed anyone to give her a love bite before!  How was she going to
explain this to Rosa?

She brushed her hair and pulled them
into a low ponytail below her ear.  That way it hid the mark somewhat.  She
looked at her reflection and nodded.  Not too bad.  She used very little make
up and smoothed some mauve colored balm over her lips.

A movement above the mirror caught her
eye and she nearly screamed again.

“It is all your fault!  If it was not
for you and your buddy, he would never have come to my room!”

The horny toad returned her glare, but
when he started stalking in her direction, she quickly got up and left the
room. Walking was a slow process and taking the stairs even more so.  She
realized with a start that it was probably already close to noon.  The sun was
already high in the sky.

She found Rosa in the kitchen, joking
with another muscled Cowboy.  They turned when she walked in and the Cowboy’s
whole body posture changed.  He turned into automatic seducing mode.  Shannon
groaned in her mind. 

Holy cow, not another one!

“And who do we have here, Rosa
darlin’?”

“This is Shannon Davis.  She is a
guest of Jay’s.”

Her tone of voice warned the Cowboy
very clearly that she was off limits.  His eyebrows rose and his eyes caressed
over her body.

“A guest of Jay’s?  You’re kiddin’
right?  He has never hitched up a woman here.”

He turned back to Shannon and held out
his hand.  His smile wide and flirty.  If not for the fact that another, even
sexier and more attractive Cowboy totally spoiled her for other men, she would
have been flattered.  As it were, she just got irritated.