Fall for Me (Cowboys of Crested Butte 1)

She led him in through the back door, and into the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, thanks. Come here.” Ben wound his arm around her waist, and pulled her closer to him.

“I couldn’t stay away.”

“I see that.”

“You said you were glad I didn’t wait.”

Liv nodded, and he kissed her forehead.

“You’re giving me mixed messages, sweetheart.”

She pulled away from him and rested against the kitchen counter. “I don’t know how to do this, Ben. I mean, I haven’t.”

“I haven’t either, Liv.”

She raised her eyebrows, and he smiled.

“Not like this. I’ve never felt this way before. As hard as that might be to believe, I’m telling you the truth.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

“It means I think about you every minute of the day. It means that my arms ache with wanting you to be in them. Like now.” He walked over to where she stood, and put his arms around her.

“Ben, I—”

“Shh.” He covered her mouth with his, and kissed her hard. He didn’t want to talk, he wanted her skin on his. Now that she was in front of him, he wanted to devour this woman that had been on his mind every waking hour, and when he slept, in his dreams.

His fingers trailed down the side of her neck, over her collarbone. He unfastened the top buttons on her shirt, the backs of his fingers brushed the curve of her breast.

Without words, Liv took his hand, and led him into the bedroom. His eyes took in the openness of her house as they walked through it. Big windows looked out at the prairie, and a massive two-sided stone fireplace separated the bedroom from the master bath. He put his arm around the back of her knees and back, lifting her, and setting her down on the fluffy, cream-colored, king-sized duvet. The bed looked enormous with Liv alone on it. He’d take care of that as quickly as he could.

He toed off his boots and lay next to her. She unfastened her buttons, finishing what he had started. He pushed the open shirt over her shoulders, and drew back to look into her eyes.

“So beautiful.” He kissed her mouth reverently.

Liv stared into his big, blue eyes, his long thick eyelashes. She ran her hand over the stubble of darkness on his strong chin. When Ben smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled. His laugh lines were deep, because he smiled often. Her body tingled all the way from where his lips met hers to her toes. Ben’s powerful leg stretched over the top of hers, pressing his hardness into her hip and she reached for him.

His kisses grew stronger, making every nerve ending in her body hum. Heat rushed through her veins. “Ben,” she breathed.

They broke apart, each removing their own clothes. He wove his fingers through her hair, and kissed his way over her lips, to her chin, then throat, and then to her breasts. His breath was warm on her stomach as he continued working his way down her body.

Sensation sizzled across her skin, from the inferno building inside. She whimpered, and in a flash he was inside her. Once again she had no idea when he’d donned a condom.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Be still. Let me feel you.”

She ached to move against him, willing her muscles to still, and let Ben lead her where he wanted her to go. She arched to him and he moved faster and harder into her. Pleasure began to flow from her center out to her fingertips and toes, until the tension coiled inside her. He took her higher and higher until she burst, and cried out.

“That’s it,” Ben groaned as he came apart with her.

They stayed that way, slumped together in the softness of the duvet. Her head spun as his lips began to work their way back up the side of her neck. They continued beneath her ear, across her chin, and up to brush over her lips.

“Liv,” he breathed, as though it was a prayer. He kissed each of her eyelids, then back to her mouth, where he kissed each corner.

“How did you find my house?” She asked later.

“It’s a secret.”