Fall for Me (Cowboys of Crested Butte 1)

“I want you right now, Liv.”

She didn’t answer, but she hoped he had a plan. Her need for him bordered on primal. She wanted to be taken by this man—in every way he wanted to take her.

He scrubbed his hand over his face. “God, I can’t even think.”

Liv pointed across the road, to a chain hotel.

“You make me crazy. What I want to do to you.”

“Anything you want, Ben…hurry.”

“Wait here,” he said for the second time.

Ben walked up to the desk and tossed his credit card on the counter. “Need a room.”

“Sure. Only one night for you?”

“Yep, that works.”

“Would you prefer a king-size bed or two queens?”

What was that? What was she doing with her eyes? Oh no, was she flirting with him? He didn’t have time for this.

“Whichever one would be ready first.”

“Either one.” Ben saw it again, the eye thing. He recognized it, but it was the last thing he wanted to see right now.

“I’ll take the king. Listen, I’m in a hurry here.”

The girl all but jammed his credit card through the machine. Yep, he recognized that look too. He didn’t care how pissed off she got, as long as she hurried.

“Around the back, number one twelve.”

The door had almost closed behind him before he remembered to say thanks.

Ben opened the door to the room, and let Liv go in before him. Once inside, he plastered his body to hers. One of his hands slipped into her hair, threading his fingers through it and pulling her head to one side, so he had full access to her throat. His lips followed the curve of it up to her ear. “Driving me crazy.”

He stepped back, grabbed her hand, and led her with him to the bed.

Liv fisted her hands in his shirt, ripped it open and ran her hands over his chest. He crushed his mouth into hers.

“I can’t stop, Liv. I can’t even slow down.”

“Don’t. God, don’t slow down.”

“Remember you said that.”

His hands pulled off her shirt. Then her bra, jeans and panties.

In an instant, he was inside her. His lips moved to her neck and lit it on fire. The calloused fingers of his strong hands rubbed across her wrists. He went still, his eyes boring into hers—his look so intense her eyes closed.

“Open them, baby. Look at me.”

When she did, he started moving again, slowly. “I love you, Liv.”

“Ben, I—” she closed her eyes, unable to bring herself to say the words he wanted to hear.

“Your skin on mine, where it’s meant to be. This is where we’re meant to be, Liv. You and me, together forever.”