Beware of the Cowboy (7 page)

“Oh. Fuck. Yes!” He pulled out and pushed in again,
balls-deep. Liza moaned, still pushing, meeting his thrust. Wrapping her legs
around his waist, she tried to quicken his pace. Blake cupped her face, his
movements slow, controlling, taking.

“More…faster…” Liza heard the pleading in her own voice.

“You want more, baby?” He pounded into her once, hesitated,
waited for her answer.

Her body shook in frustration. “Blake. Please!” She could
only wiggle under his big body. “Please…”

He didn’t answer as he lifted off her slightly, looked at
the place their bodies joined, and started to fuck her in earnest. Liza
couldn’t meet his thrusts any longer. He was ravenous in his taking. She
clutched at his shoulders, holding on as her body spiraled out of her control.

Erotic sensations washed over her at his cock sliding in and
out, his wet kisses on her shoulder, his hot breath in her ear. She knew she
was screaming as each stoke opened her, but didn’t care.

He reached down and teased her clit. It was all she could
stand. With an upward thrust, she braced herself against him, reaching for his
legs to hold him still. Every muscle in her body tensed, her breathing stopped
and white light exploded behind her eyes. Liza barely managed to whisper his
name as she came.

Blake squeezed his eyes shut and fought his own climax as he
savored the feel of her pussy clamping around him. When he felt her relax the
smallest bit, he pumped furiously as she continued to pulse around his cock. It
wasn’t long before he trembled, grunted and exploded, before finally collapsing
over her, panting and sweating.

He rolled on his side and pulled her flushed body next to
his, tucking her safely under his chin. “You know I’m not letting you go
anytime soon.”

She kissed his chest and trailed her fingers across his
stomach. “You know why I disappeared for a while?”

“I guessed. I hoped I was right. You needed time. The
intensity…it’s been amazing and overwhelming for me too.”

She huffed against his chest. “Overwhelming is an
understatement.”

“I know, baby.” He nudged her, making her look up at him. He
lifted his head and the tiny lines around his eyes that creased when he was
being serious made her stomach flutter. “I know you need to go slow, to trust
what we have here. Hell, I do too. But I’m damn sure I love everything about
you, your gruff businesswoman exterior
and
your vulnerable heart.” He
kissed her head. Liza felt tears start to burn the backs of her eyes.
“Understand, Liza—you can set the pace from here on out. You decide where we’ll
live, pick the china, whatever you need to be comfortable. I’m an easy man to
get along with,” his head fell back on the pillows, “as long as you don’t say
no.

“But there’s only one thing I’m taking a stand on right now,
though,” he continued.

Liza stopped stroking his stomach, a slight nervousness rising
to the surface as she raised her head to look at his serious face. “What’s
that?”

“I will never,
ever
wear a pug-print tuxedo.”

About the Author

Mari Freeman lives on her horse farm in central North
Carolina. When not penning romantic erotica, she enjoys horses, hiking,
traveling, good food, and friends. An outdoors girl at heart, you can often
find her by the pond with laptop fired up, fishing line in the water, and her
imagination running wild.

Mari’s favorite stories include Alpha females in love with
even more Alpha males. She finds the clash of passionate, strong willed
personalities fascinating. She writes contemporary, paranormal, and a little
science fiction/fantasy.

Mari welcomes comments from readers. You can find her
website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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