Sweet-Loving Cowboy (Kinky Spurs 2)

She pressed her soft curves against his hard planes. “For eight nights, I am yours, and you are mine, for my pleasure, and for yours.”

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A flash of lightning lit up the dark night outside the bedroom window seconds before the thunder cracked across the sky. Chase dropped his mouth to Harper’s, growling against the power beneath their lips. For three months, he’d waited for this kiss, and she quivered with lust, desire, and something so much richer when he threaded his fingers into her hair, deepening the kiss, feeling her soften beneath his hands.

Needing to be closer, he gathered her in his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms locking around his neck. She moaned into his mouth when he laid her out on the mattress, slowly building his kiss. He reached for his shirt, quickly removing it over his head and getting his mouth back where he wanted to be for so long. On hers.

Tonight, he would not rush. He planned to savor every spectacular inch of her. He removed her T-shirt, kissing every spot he made bare to him. He watched her teeth nibble at her bottom lip, the dilation of her pupils making her pretty eyes nearly black, and the flare of her nostrils like she could not get enough of his scent, which he had seen for months now every time he got close to her. “Those goddamn eyes of yours, Harper.” He trailed his fingers down her neck to her black-and-red lace bra, where he dragged his touch over the top of her breast. “They make me go crazy with wanting you.”

She threaded her fingers into his hair. “Then have me.”

He groaned, the tease nearly too much to bear. Fuck, he was tempted to rip their clothes off and lose themselves in fast, hard sex that ended with her coming against his raging hard-on. Though for months, he’d fantasized of what would happen if he ever touched her.

He would not be rushed. Not tonight. Not when he finally had her in his bed. “Stay there, beautiful.” He rose and returned to the closet. First, he noted Houdini sleeping soundly, then he took out the leather chest from the floor.

When he opened the chest, he looked at her to gauge her reaction. She leaned up on one arm and gazed over each item carefully. Soft hemp ropes, silk bindings, blindfolds, vibrators still new in their boxes, nipple clamps, candles—he had a plethora of toys ready for whenever the naughty mood hit. “Is any of this a hard no for you?”

She examined the toys, one by one, slowly doing what he knew she would do: taking her time before she committed to anything. “Nothing is a hard no.” Her eyes connected with his, and her voice grew raspy. “In fact, I’d say all of that is a hard yes.”

He reached into the chest, taking out the long, silk ribbon. “Then get on your knees, gorgeous.”

Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink when she knelt on the mattress. He took the silk ribbon into his hands then gently dragged the soft fabric up her arm and tickled it over her shoulder before he reached for her wrist. She smiled, and he groaned against the heat filling his groin. “You know what that sexy little smile does to me, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” she said with no hesitation. “It teases the hell out of you.”

“Is that why you do it?” He wrapped the silk around her wrist.

“Yes.”

He chuckled at her boldness. Damn, this woman was sexy. He tied the binding tight around her wrist. For months, he had wanted her right here, in his bed. Now he would keep her there, all his to enjoy. Taking his time, giving her the moment to further excite her, he wrapped the silk around her other wrist, until both wrists were tied tight together in front of her. Only then did he seal his mouth over hers again, kissing her like she deserved. Giving her all of himself and appreciating all that she offered. She followed his tongue, swirling hers with his. She tasted of mint and something that belonged only to Harper, something that seemed handmade for him. She moaned, and he reached back, unhooking her bra, then pushing the fabric down to her wrists.

He broke the kiss to lay her out on the mattress for him, then he began tying the silk ribbon to the headboard. “For months, I’ve wanted to touch you.” He reached for her waist and tugged a little, yanking her down, making the bindings tight. Consumed by her, he dragged his fingertips over her flesh, ticking up her toned stomach. “I’ve wanted my lips on you, tasting every goddamn inch of you.” He slid his tongue from her shorts all the way to her breasts. A moan slipped from her mouth as he licked her nipple before kissing her neck, running his hand down the length of her body. He squeezed her warm bottom when she arched her back, wiggling against him.

With a groan, he returned his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue eagerly across hers, devouring her moans. Only when she began grinding against him did he move away, nibbling on her nipple, then sucking the taut bud up to the roof of his mouth. This time, her moan urged him on.

His cock throbbed in his jeans to be freed when he reached for her shorts, unbuttoning them. He removed those and her panties all in one quick movement, then he froze.

Christ, she was pretty.

Between her legs, her pubic hair was trimmed and tidy and ready for his mouth. He pushed her thighs open with his legs then he slowly kissed down her belly, teasing her with light flicks of his tongue. When he reached her sex, he inhaled her scent all for himself, memorizing the muskiness belonging to her. She gasped and moaned as he licked one side of her sex, earning a deep shiver, then licked the other side until she was quivering and arching her back. Nothing could distract him now. He wanted his taste, and he wanted her begging for him. Anything less was unacceptable.

He pressed a soft kiss to her inner thigh then slid his tongue along the top of her trimmed pubic hair, hearing her moans grow raspier. Only then did he use the flat of his tongue to stroke against her clit, and her hiss was his sweet reward.

A low growl rumbled up from his chest when he lay out on the bed and gripped her hips, pinning her to him. She tasted like sugar and sin when he tongued her again, and again, until he began sucking on the bundle of nerves. She ground her hips, desperate for the pleasure he teased, and he slipped a finger inside her then another, holding them there, making her crazy like she had made him crazy these past months.

He waited. And waited. Until she gave a hard shudder, quivering against his mouth, then he released her clit, slowly licking over the hard bud, feeling her legs trembling atop his arms. He worked his way up her body until he had her nipple in his mouth. Keeping his fingers still inside her, he nipped at her nipple, and she lifted her hips.

“Don’t stop.” She gasped, right at the edge of where he’d taken her.

He slowly circled her areola then grinned at her. “Ask me nicely, beautiful.”

“Please.” She attempted to grind against his finger. Again, he moved his fingers back, not letting her take what she wanted. “Chase,” she whimpered, “I’m so close. Please.”

He stroked her clit slowly, back and forth, feeling her quivering body responding. “This is what you want, Harper? Me right here?”

She arched her back into the pleasure. “God, yes.” She spread her legs wider, digging her heels into the mattress, grinding her hips. “Chase . . .”

He wanted her to beg. He needed that. And now he had exactly what he wanted. When he grasped her breast firmly in his hand, his mind shifted to determination to give her what she wanted and needed, and more. Holding onto her tight, he began thrusting his fingers into her, slowly gaining s