Harmony and High Heels (Fort Worth Wranglers 2)

“You don’t want this to be over before it begins, do you?” he muttered in response to her quizzical look.

“I don’t care. I just want to watch you come again.”

He groaned, yanked her off the counter so he could strip her of the little black thong that revealed more than it covered. “I like this,” he said as he sunk to his knees in front of her, twirling the panties around his index finger.

She grinned down at him. “So do I.

“I’ll say.” He stood, shoved his jeans down and off so that he was standing there—in the middle of his kitchen—as naked as Harmony. And she was taking her time looking him over, her eyes eating him up as if he were one of her chocolate cannoli. For a moment he felt oddly vulnerable, totally exposed, but then she was pressing her body against his, and everything fled but the need to make her feel as good as he did.

Sinking into the nearest chair, he pulled her onto his lap, had her straddle him so that her hot, wet sex rested directly over his dick. She gasped at the first slide of him against her, then wiggled even closer.

It was his turn to gasp, to shudder as her warm heat enfolded him in a new way. And then she was moving, her slick, hot body sliding against him, and he almost forgot how to breathe.

“You feel amazing,” he muttered, his hands curving around her ass.

“I think it’s you.” She moved forward and backward slowly, so goddamned slowly he wanted to shout, but it was the most incredible feeling he’d ever had—this being in her without being in her, being cradled by her body without the heavy thrusting that would take him all the way inside. “Everything about you amazes me.”

Her words humbled him even as he arched off the chair, desperate to get more of her. “Harmony.” His voice broke as he called out her name.

She slid back until the tip of his cock was poised at her entrance, rising on her tiptoes to torment him for a minute with her incredible heat.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart.” He stroked his hands up her back, tangled them in her wild blonde hair.

God, there really was miles of the stuff—soft and sweet-smelling and so sexy it had him arching against her even as he tangled his fists in it and tugged.

“Dalton.” Her voice was low, startled, and incredibly excited—so excited that he did it again as he rolled his hips against her.

She whimpered, arched, her eyes closing as the pleasure went through her and he couldn’t resist a grin. Or doing it a third time as he realized just how much Harmony got off on the little licks of pain.

Shifting his hands so that they were at the nape of her neck, he pulled down hard enough to have her tilting her head to the side and opening her eyes. Then he lowered his mouth to hers, sucked her lower lip between his teeth, and bit softly.

She cried out, her body shuddering reflexively against his. And she felt so good he wanted to slam inside of her and pound away until orgasm swept through them both.

She opened to him, parted her lips so he could slip inside and explore her. His tongue stroked inside, licked the top of her mouth before stroking down one cheek and then the other. Curling his tongue around hers, he sucked until she was inside him. Relinquishing control for just a moment, he relaxed as she took him as he had taken her.

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Chapter 18

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Harmony moaned, her tongue tangling with Dalton’s as she took her time exploring every part of his mouth. She wanted to go on kissing him forever, never wanted this moment to end as she savored the incredible taste of him. Tequila and lime and the deepest, darkest chocolate.

For a moment, just a moment, she was distracted wondering what dessert she could make to capture his exact flavor. A dark-chocolate cake with lime curd and tequila icing maybe. Or a chocolate Napoleon with—

Dalton must have noticed her wandering attention, because he fisted his hand in her hair and yanked. Not hard enough to hurt, but definitely hard enough to get her attention.

Impatience rolled off of him. She could feel it in the muscles bunching under her hands, sense it in the restless movements of his hips beneath her own. Even so, she took one more minute to taste him, one more minute to savor the dark and complex flavors of him.

Before she could prepare herself, long before she was ready for her exploration to

end, Dalton grabbed his jeans from the floor and yanked out a condom. Harmony watched as he opened the package and rolled it down his long, hard length. And then he was plunging upward, entering her with an urgency that had her trembling on the edge of orgasm.

“Take me,” he muttered, plunging deep again and again. “Take all of me.”

“God, yes.” She twisted her hands in his hair and she smoothed them over his powerful chest. Clutched at the strong muscles of his back. She wanted to touch him everywhere, wanted to feel every part of him against her as he took her higher than she’d ever gone before.

She jerked against him, desperate to get closer. Desperate to take all of him. He growled low in his throat, brought his powerful hands to her hips and held her still as he slammed inside of her with what felt like every ounce of strength he had.