Saddled and Spurred (Blacktop Cowboys 2)

He kissed a line from her mouth straight down her neck to gift her cle**age with sucking kisses. “I want to f**k you. Right now. Facing the mirror.”

“But—”

Then he was nose to nose with her again, all hot, hard, single-minded male. “You drive me wild. I can’t get enough of you.” He nuzzled her cheeks with his, rubbing back and forth as if he was marking her. “You’re a drug,” he whispered huskily. “Feed my addiction, Harper. Right now. No one will know what we’re doin’ in here besides us.”

She lost control of her will when he blew in her ear. His magical hands spanned her hips, and his thumbs hooked the edges of her panties as he whispered hot, sweet, sexy words against her throat.

“Be adventurous, darlin’. Say yes.”

Harper wanted this. To be wanton. To be fun. To be sexually spontaneous. To have a man want her so desperately that he’d take her hard and fast in a dressing room of a Western store on a Monday night. “Yes.”

Bran smashed his mouth to hers and roughly pulled her to him. He tore at her clothes. Her shirt hit the floor. Then her bra. He tugged her panties until they pooled between her feet. He broke the kiss and turned her around. “Bend over and put your hands on the mirror,” he said while unbuckling his belt.

She watched the play of emotions on his face in the mirror as she placed her palms at waist level. Lust. Eagerness. Mostly she sensed his impatience as he threw off his duster and shucked his jeans down to his knees.

He inserted his booted foot between hers, gently kicking her feet apart. “Wider.” He kept his focus on her sex as he fed just the tip of his c**k into her wet channel. Then he ran his rough-skinned hands up her naked back, curling one hand over her shoulder and twining her long tresses around the thick fingers of his other hand. He pulled her hair hard enough to get her attention. “Keep your head up. I wanna see your face while I’m f**king you.” He snapped his hips and filled her in one endless stroke.

Yes. He knew just how she liked it. Hard. Fast. Deep. Harper arched her neck and let her eyes flutter closed.

Another sharp tug on her hair and her eyes flew open. “Watch,” he demanded.

His next couple of thrusts were powerful enough that Harper was thankful she’d braced herself against the mirror. The warm friction of his c**k was familiar and yet foreign as he drove into her without pause.

Bran’s eyes were no longer on her face but on her br**sts, which swayed and bounced with his every jackhammering thrust. He licked his lips and growled before catching her gaze in the mirror. Then he stopped moving. Keeping their gazes locked, he angled forward and placed a surprisingly tender kiss on her left shoulder. “Sweet Jesus, look at you. So goddamn lush and sexy and beautiful.” He kissed the hollow below her shoulder blade. “I love takin’ you from behind, but this is so much better because I can look at you. I can watch your eyes. I can see how you react to what I’m doin’ to you.”

The fact that he’d practically snarled the words only increased their impact. Harper felt like the sexiest woman on the planet, with Bran’s possessive touch on her body, his fiery eyes locked to hers, his hard c**k impaling her. She tilted her hips, bringing him deeper inside her. “See my reaction, Bran, when you make me come.”

A smug expression of satisfaction entered his eyes, and he returned to f**king her with absolute gusto. He kept one hand tangled in her hair, forcing her head up, while the other smoothed the outside curve of her body, over her swaying breast and the slope of her belly, stopping at the rise of her mound.

Keeping the base of his hand anchored on her pubic bone, his middle finger followed her slit to where his c**k joined their bodies. He dragged his finger back up, separating the pu**y lips hiding her clitoris. After a few teasing circles, he began to stroke that pouting bit of flesh in a counter-motion to his pumping hips. But since his strokes were getting faster, his attention to her clit was constant. And accurate. Holy cow, was it accurate. The man knew—had memorized—all her hot buttons.

That drone of need began to build. Harper’s fingers slid on the mirror as she tried to squeeze the glass. She looked at herself, bent over, spread wide, sex drunk, seeking that point of pleasure that only Bran could provide her.

He slightly changed the angle of her head. Without missing a single stroke, he opened his mouth over the vulnerable slice of skin next to her nape and sank his teeth in.

The sexy love bite sent Harper sailing into the chasm of bliss. She gasped loudly, forgetting they were in public, as each orgasmic wave throbbed through her body. She gasped again when the clenching pull of her interior muscles clasped Bran’s cock, bringing it to that magical spot inside her that caused another set of strong ripples.

Then Bran swore and started to come.

How much time passed, Harper didn’t know. Her world had been pared down to this small space filled with heat, the scents of sweat and sex and Bran. Just Bran. Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered.

Keep telling yourself that and you’ll end up like your mother.

Whoa. Talk about a random thought to take the shine off the afterglow.

Bran was slumped across her back, pressing his sweaty forehead between her shoulder blades, his breath stuttering and his body shuddering from his climax. His c**k was still buried inside her when three insistent raps sounded on the door.

“Hello? Are you all right? I heard noises in here.”

Noises? Had they really been that loud?

“Hello?” Then, “Shit, I’ll have to get the key.”