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  “I’m as real as it gets, sweetheart,” he said, his voice distractingly sexy.

  A jolt of heat moved through her and she trembled in response. “So you know how to use a lasso?”

  “I know a lot of things.” Her nipples tightened at the promise in his voice. In an aggressive move, he slid his fingers through her hair, and tugged with force until her mouth opened. It hurt a little, but it completely had her conjuring up images of them coming together naked. He pulled tighter, opening her mouth even more. Guess this was his way of showing it was his turn to take the lead. Bring it on, cowboy. She wet her bottom lip again and a growl rumbled from his throat.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Angela,” she whispered. “But my friends call me Angie.”

  “Angela, huh?” He ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “You an angel, sweetheart?”

  Normally she was a good girl. But tonight she was stepping out of character and planned to be anything but some innocent do-gooder. “I wouldn’t go so far as to say that, but I can’t guarantee I won’t call out to God a time or two tonight.”

  He laughed, a deep rumble of sound that settled between her legs. “Well, tonight you’re my angel, and the only name I want on your lips is mine.”

  “What’s…never mind.” She stopped herself from asking his name. This was a fantasy come true, and she didn’t need to know it. “Whatever you say…Maverick.”

  His mouth was covered but from the way his eyes crinkled at the corners, she knew he was grinning. “Maverick?”

  “Yeah. Maverick. So you’re going to show me a few lasso rope tricks?”

  “I’m going to show you lots of things.” He glanced at the door, then back at her. They exchanged a long heated look, then he inched away. Disappointment settled in her gut. Was he having second thoughts? His ass held her focus as he crossed the wide expanse of floor, and her heart missed a beat at the sound of the lock clicking in place.

  Oh God, this is really happening.

  Halle—freaking—lujah

  She put her free hand behind her back and tangled it in the lasso. Warm and wicked sensations curled through her as he dimmed the lights even more. Her lids briefly fluttered shut as she forced her eyes to adjust to the dark so she could better see his body. When she opened them again, he’d closed the distance between them. Strong hands on her shoulders, he circled her body, removing the rope.

  “About this rope tying,” he said, his voice sounded deeper, huskier. “Not all stallions are bulletproof, so if you’re headed to Texas to take a few under your care, I feel compelled to teach you a thing or two.”

  Born and bred in Texas, she knew exactly what bulletproof meant—horses that were trustworthy around people, especially kids—but why did he think she was headed to Texas?

  She was just about to ask, when he pulled her to her feet. Her body collided with his and all thoughts derailed when she felt his thickness. He shifted his stance and when his hard erection pressed against her, she made a mental note to send her awesome friends a basket of thank you cookies.

  She searched for her voice, and playing off his horse comment, she said, “So these stallions, they can be dangerous. Maybe even a little…rough.”

  “Rough?” He gripped her two hands in one of his and held them behind her back. “Oh yeah, Angel. They can be rough. Real rough. And unpredictable, too.”

  “If I find myself pinned under a wild one,” she teased. “What should I do?” He grinned and she smiled in response, enjoying the sexy easiness between them.

  Playing along, he grabbed his rope and began inching her backward until she was against the wall, pinned there by his hard chest. A quick yank on her hands and he had them above her head. He flicked out his lasso, and the rope chafed against her wrists as he wrapped it around them, binding her hands together.

  “What I would suggest,” he said, holding her hands above her head with one hand while the other skated down her body to shape her curves. “Is not getting pinned in the first place. Once that wild stallion has you trapped, it could render you incapable. You’ll be completely at his mercy.”

  Oh, how she liked the sound of that. She writhed, brushing her groin against his as they teased each other. His muscles tightened as she gyrated, and from the tortured look in his eyes she couldn’t help but think she was poking a bull with a stick. “Not even if I moved like this?”

  His nostrils flared and his gaze moved over her face. “Angel, if you move like that one of two things are going to happen.”

  “Oh,” she said breathlessly, ever determined to hear more. “What might they be?”

  “You’re either going to get crushed, or…”

  “Or what?” she asked, both need and impatience lacing her voice.

  “Or…if the stallion really likes you, he’ll show affection.” He grabbed her by the waist and spun her until her breasts were pressed against the wall. She gasped as his leg moved between hers to spread them.

  “And how…how might he do that?” she asked. She wiggled again, and he growled, his tortured sounds exciting her all the more.

  “Cut it out.”

  She moved against him, playing innocent. “Cut what out?”

  His hand went to her ass, and when he gave her a good hard slap, it nearly drove her to her knees. Oh God, no man had ever slapped her before, but she…liked it. She gyrated again, hoping for another. When none came she said, “So this stallion. How exactly would he show affection?”

  Breath hot on her neck he said, “Normally with his mouth.”

  “His mouth?”

  “Yeah, his tongue specifically.”

  “Oh.”

  He pulled her hair from her shoulder, and lightly ran rough fingers over the spot that always made her quiver. Oh God, this was seriously too good to be true.

  Feeling bolder than she ever had before she asked, “And…uh…where else might he use his tongue?”

  One hand crawled up her outer thighs, pulling her dress up with them. Warmth broke out on her skin, heat searing her insides as he put his mouth close to her ear. His breath was hot and minty when he said, “Well, that depends, Angel.”

  “On what?”

  “On just how much he liked you.”

  Feeling crazed, driven by lust as sexual awareness leaped between them, she pushed the game a little further. “Let’s just say he liked me…a lot.”

  In a move that took her by surprise, he spun her back around to face him. His hands went to the wall on either side of her head. “Then my guess is he’d want to lick you all over.” He removed his hat, and tugged on his handkerchief, his mouth moving to her breasts. “He’d probably start here.” He leaned into her, and through the thin material of her dress, he brushed his tongue over her nipples, then pressed a hot kiss, dampening the thin cotton. The sexy movement sent heat charging to her pussy. Dear God, was that a purr? Holy hell, no man had ever made her purr before.

  As her body hummed with excitement, he sank to his knees, his mouth skimming down her stomach in a way that had rockets and fireworks going off in her head. Why did she suddenly feel like singing the national anthem?

  His face went to the juncture between her legs. Raw lust shot straight to her core when he pressed his thumb over her sex, a slow sensuous caress that had her swaying against his touch. “And he’d probably stop here,” he murmured.

  It took every ounce of strength she possessed to remain standing. He adjusted his handkerchief and crawled back up her body. Moisture pooled between her legs as naughty, delicious ideas raced through her brain.

  “So this wild Stallion, it would probably have a much easier time showing affection if it wasn’t corralled, right?” Dear God, what has gotten into me? Of course she knew who she wanted to get into her, which was why she was acting like a big ol’ slut. She lowered her tied hands and reached for the belt buckle holding up his chaps. She pulled it open and his breathing grew labored.

  “Yeah, Angel,” he said. “But like I said, an untamed a
nimal off its bridle can be unpredictable…rough even…especially if he’s been corralled for too long.”

  His chaps fell down his legs and her gaze dropped, searching for the button on his jeans. “I bet the right handler could tame him.” She found his button. “Although I must say, it’s a shame to domesticate and restrain anything wild, don’t you think?”

  Her bold words seem to unleash something in him. Strong fingers curled around her wrists and he shoved them back over her head. His muscular chest slammed against her, and the wall practically vibrated as he pulled his handkerchief from his face. Her gaze flew back to his, but demanding lips closed over hers before she could get a good look at him.

  She moaned as his tongue pressed between her lips, coercing them open. Warm kisses that tasted like long weekends of hot sex seduced her senses and made her a whole lot hotter. She kissed him back, savoring the taste of his mouth as his hard body crushed her to the wall. His free hand went to her waist, his fingers splaying as he angled his body, his hardness pressing into her hip. Questing fingers dipped beneath her dress and grazed her inner thigh. She tried to push against him, but he held her still with his body, forcing her compliance. There was something about his control that turned her on even more. His fingers slipped under her lace panties, and he ran his thumb over her groomed pubis. Oh God yes. With a slow, easy swish that seemed to affect him as much as her, he stroked her.

  “Oh my,” she said, her voice breathless. Her sex clenched as his fingers came perilously close to the spot that desperately needed his touch. It was his turn to tease, to make her ache for it.

  His mouth moved to her neck, his breath hot on her flesh. A tremor raced through her as her pulse kicked up another notch. He gathered the lace in his hands and, in a swift move, tugged, tearing the scrap of material from her hips. His mouth closed over hers again, swallowing her gasp. They traded hot, heated kisses as he stuffed her panties into his back pocket like they were some sort of souvenir.

  His fingers spread her wide, and he stroked her sex from top to bottom, the rough pad of his thumb brushing deliciously over her. A strange, strangled noise crawled out of her throat. It was all she could do not to buck against him and beg for him to just take her, hard and fast, right here against the wall. He applied pressure to her clit, his deft fingers knowing just how to touch, and she damn near orgasmed on the spot. Never had she gone from zero to full speed so fast. The cowboy was as skilled with his hands as he was with a lasso. Now about that tongue…

  “Oh God,” she cried out, need tangling through her.

  “Wrong name, Angel.” His mouth moved to her throat, and he pressed kisses to the soft hollow before dipping lower.

  “Right,” she said, a tortured laugh catching in her throat. “Oh…Maverick…” His soft chuckle mingled with hers, but hers died an abrupt death when he none-too-gently tugged on her dress and bra, dragging them down to free her breasts. His hot breath whispered over her exposed nipples as he leaned into her, closing his lips over one hard nub.

  “Yes,” she murmured, arching into him, only to be pushed back against the wall. Damn, this stallion really did want her at his mercy. She liked it. She liked it a lot.

  Need swamped her as he sucked and nibbled. Her body trembled, urgency thrumming through her unlike anything she’d ever felt before. A sharp cry caught in her throat when he bit down hard, but the sound was replaced by a moan as he kissed it better. Her sex muscles rippled. The combination of pain and pleasure was just about the most delicious thing she’d ever felt.

  He paid homage to her other breast, then his mouth left her nipple. He blew lightly, and she shivered at the contrast of hot and cold. She briefly closed her eyes, reveling in the things this man was doing to her. Honest to God, this was a once in a lifetime fantasy come true, and she was determined to enjoy every second.

  A growl rumbled in his throat as he pressed his nose to her stomach. He breathed her in, then sank to his knees again. Yes! With little finesse, he crushed her dress in his hands and roughly shoved it over her hips to expose her sex. He leaned in and in one smooth movement, ran his tongue all the way from the bottom to the top before he drew back. A moan escaped her throat and pressure built inside her at that first sweet flick of his tongue.

  “Fuck,” he murmured, going back on his heels. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, Angel.” His words fueled the desire in her. She moved her hips, begging without words, but he gripped her to hold her still. “Widen for me, baby. Let me show you how much I like you.”

  “Oh yes, please,” she murmured. She inched her legs open, every nerve in her body alive, sparking in anticipation as she waited for his…affection. He widened her nether lips and leaned in. He made another slow pass with his tongue, ravishing her with a hunger that made her dizzy, feverish with need.

  He pushed a finger inside her, and as he burrowed deep she squeezed around him. She shivered under his artful manipulation and bit back a breathy moan, struggling to keep it together. Her toes curled, as his skilled mouth did the most delicious, torturous things to her needy body. She’d just bet he could tie a knot in a cherry stem with that talented tongue of his.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper that caressed her from the inside out. He stroked her deep, then found the little bundle of nerves inside that shut down her ability to think with clarity. He flattened his tongue, applying just the right amount of force as he pushed a second finger into her. He wiggled his buried fingers, then drew them out, only to pump them back into her, long sensuous strokes that stole the last vestige of her control. Pleasure engulfed her, pushing her beyond the brink of sanity.

  He took her higher and higher, her skilled cowboy stroking with expertise as he teased and tormented her body. She gave a breathy moan, her nipples tightening as her flesh burned hotter. She drew a shaky breath, and as she let it out a violent shudder overtook her. As she came apart beneath his nimble fingers, an explosion tore through her, her lust-saturated body giving in to the pleasure.

  “Yes,” she hissed, as her muscles tightened around his fingers. He stayed between her legs, stroking gently and lapping up her liquid desire as he drew out each delicious wave of release. Never had she felt such satisfaction, and he’d yet to really unleash himself on her. “So good…” she murmured softly. She moved her hips, and this time he didn’t still her.

  “That’s it,” he said, his voice thick, husky. “Ride my fingers and take what you need.”

  She rocked into him until her sex stopped spasming. She glanced down to find him looking up at her. While she couldn’t make out his features she could see his eyes, and the need reflecting there had her body stirring all over again.

  “I want to touch you,” she murmured, her voice not quite steady as her hands tangled in his hair. She was about to sink to her knees and pleasure him in return, but before she could, he slid back up her body, gripped her hips, and spun her around.

  He put his mouth next to her ear, a movement she was becoming familiar with. “Keep your hands on the wall,” he whispered. A strong arm went around her waist, pulling her hips toward him and tipping her ass until her body was completely open, completely at his mercy. His hands went between her legs, and his knuckle lightly brushed her sex. She responded with a shudder as blood pounded through her veins, her body hungering to be taken…hard.

  Her dress fell back over her legs. He gathered it and pulled it up, exposing her backside to him. A warm palm cupped her cheeks and she trembled as she absorbed his heat.

  “You are so fucking perfect,” he said, his fingers splaying over her backside.

  Composure was a thing of the past. She begged, “Please…”

  “Don’t move,” he said. “If you do, you’ll find yourself roped and over my lap.”

  As delicious as that sounded, she couldn’t possibly move. Her legs were about as rigid as overcooked noodles. But damned if she didn’t want what he was threatening. Maybe next time.

  Next t
ime? Hell, there wasn’t going to be a next time. This was a one shot deal, which meant she needed to quiet her mind and just enjoy this for what it was.

  He stepped away, leaving cold where there was once heat, and she immediately missed his hands on her. It was crazy how fast she was growing to love his touch.

  The sound of a zipper opening cut through the quiet in the room, followed by foil crinkling.

  A second later his hands were on her body, instantly bringing her a sense of relief. God, she didn’t even know him yet loved the way he touched her. He pushed his cock against her ass, and she wiggled. His hand came down over her plump cheek and she gasped.

  “Keep still,” he said, his voice a soft command.

  His cock slapped her backside, then he slid it lower until his crown was positioned at her slick opening. He breached her cleft, offering her only an inch. She bit down on her lips, wanting nothing more than to push away from the wall and force him all the way inside. But he’d told her to stay still, and while she wanted to move, following his instructions came with its own pleasure.

  Her body vibrated with need, impatience thrumming through her as she waited for him to take her, but thankfully that wait was short lived. He wrapped his arm around her waist and slammed into her, stealing her next breath. She gave a broken gasp at the sweet stab of pleasure and scrambled to catch up.

  He pulled out. “Breathe,” he said. She sucked in air and let it out slowly. He waited a second. “Okay?”

  She nodded, and he pushed in again, her entire body quaking as he stretched her, and stroked in places no man had ever reached before. She tipped her ass even more, taking him as deep as she possibly could. His low growl curled around her, pushing her desires higher and higher.

  He burrowed deeper, long driving strokes that felt incredible. “You are so tight.”

  Probably because he was so damn big.

  She began panting, her mouth going dry. She could feel his urgency—his need as he indulged in her body and roughly fed her his cock.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are?” he asked.