Read The Cowboy's Saving Grace, an erotic western novella (Taming the Cowboy) Online
Authors: Emma Jay
The Cowboy's Saving Grace, an erotic western novella (Taming the Cowboy) (14 page)
“And you saved my life.”
“We already talked about that.”
“We did. And then you kissed me.”
“I’m aware.” And aware of those pretty nipples that would feel so good in his hands, taste so good against his tongue.
“Is it something you see happening again in the future?”
“It wasn’t something I planned, if that’s what you’re asking. And if you want to file a sexual harassment complaint—”
Her mouth dropped open. “No! God, no. Is that who you think I am? Someone who’d turn in the guy that saved my life?”
“I’m not really comfortable with hero worship,” he muttered.
“That’s not what this is, either.” She moved closer and placed her hand on his chest.
Christ, he was only human. He wrapped one arm around her waist, holding her against him, and covered her mouth with his.
This time she tasted different, sweet from whatever she’d been drinking, and something more. Confidence. Seduction.
Control slipped away like a balloon set free, impossible to recapture.
With one hand on her slim hip, he pivoted to back her into the shadows. At the last minute he cupped his hand around the back of her head so she didn’t hit it against the rough-sided building as he pressed her against it. Her hair was just as soft as he expected. She parted her thighs around his hips, rubbing against him until all he could think about was being inside her. His cock throbbed, what little blood remained in his head roared past his ears, drowning out all good sense. Looping his arm around her waist, he lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed against her, against her heat. She curved her hands against his face, her mouth hot and eager, her tongue sliding along his, her teeth nipping his lip. He broke the kiss to taste her throat, to nuzzle beneath her ear, making her gasp.
“I have a room,” she managed when he cupped her breast through her shirt.
The words took a moment to penetrate as he thumbed her nipple, circled it. “What? Where?”
“The motel down the road. I wanted a shower, so I got a room.”
He lowered her to her feet, his head spinning. To get carried away by desire out here was one thing, but to take her back to her room, her bed, that no longer allowed him to plead temporary insanity.
“No condoms.”
“I have some.” She rubbed those sanity-stealing breasts against him. Since all his blood was in his dick anyway, not much left in his brain, he followed.