Her Unbridled Cowboy (Harland County Series) (40 page)

A soft, hungry sound caught in her
throat. “Connor, I need…”

He released her, and she heard the
sound of a package tearing a few seconds before he sat down on the smaller,
flat rock. “Come here.”

She took his hand and climbed up,
and with his help, straddled his lap, holding onto his shoulders as she sank
onto his erection.

Their twin gasps of pleasure echoed
in the pre-dawn air as he filled and stretch her in exquisite bliss. Kerri
whimpered. He felt so good. So hot. And she was so wound it wasn’t going to
take long.

Three thrusts and she went off like
a rocket. Connor followed right behind.

She slumped against him, face
resting on his collarbone while he buried his in her hair. They stayed that way
until their breathing evened out.

“I needed that,” she said, pressing
her mouth to his throat.

He made a choked sound, and his
grip tightened on her hips. “Glad I could help.”

“Me, too.” She nodded, leaning back
to look in his face. “You’ve no idea how close I was to becoming intimate with
my saddle yesterday.”

She felt his chuckle all the way
deep inside. And just like that, heat started to build again.

God, she’s adorable.

Not exactly what Kerri would want
to hear with him still stuck inside her. Nor was this the right time to finally
tell her he loved her. No. She’d only attribute the confession to hot sex. So,
he leaned forward and kissed her while he brought them to their feet.

He drew back. “Time to move.”

She nodded, a sad look crossing her
face as she stepped back. “Yeah, we’d better get back. I’m surprised no one’s
come looking. We’ve been gone for hours.”

“They won’t look. And we’re not
going back yet,” he told her, tracing a line from her temple to her chin,
watching her eyes widen.

“We’re not?”

“Hell no.” He smiled, dipping down
to kiss her neck. “I’m not done with you. We have one more condom.”

She shuddered into him. “I’m all
yours, cowboy.”

At that, his heart cracked wide
open, as open as the very ranch surrounding them. He cupped her face with both
hands and stared into the heat and warmth of her gaze. She’d slayed him.

He took her lips, gently, softly.
She could have anything she wanted. He’d give her anything and everything.

Again and again, he kissed her
until a slow burn warmed, heating with frightening intensity.

Drawing back, he grabbed her hand
and kissed it. “Stay here. I’ll be right back for you.” He didn’t want her
walking barefoot in the still dark, early morning.

Connor jumped off the rock, shook
their discarded clothes, then quickly but carefully headed to the grassy area
by the brook a few feet away. He dropped their things, peeled off his shirts
and spread them on the cool grass before returning to get Kerri.

She was waiting by the edge, eyes
full of anticipation and need, her half naked body making his knees weak. His
heart caught and snagged.

He swooped her into his arms, his
body growing hard at the feel of her soft curves in his hands and her warm
breath against his neck. By the time they reach his make-shift bed, his whole
body was throbbing with need.

Slowly, he let her feet touch the
ground and turned her to face him. “Someone is over-dressed,” he said, reaching
for her top button.

Alleluia
. She reached for
the bottom, and two seconds later, their fingers brushed in the middle and she
shrugged out of the first shirt. Before he could reach for the second, she
ripped it off and tossed it aside, standing there in only her white, lacy bra.

She tugged the straps down her arms
and the cups loosened, teasing him with the glimpse of nipples.  His body
tightened at the sight, and he reached behind her to unhook the lace, his erection
bobbing when her gorgeous breasts bounced free.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said,
taking in the sight of her standing naked and aroused before him.

He reached out and traced a line
from her collarbone down to her tempting nipple, reveling in the goosebumps and
hitched breath caused by his touch. She trembled and leaned into him, and he
cupped the full weight of her breasts, brushing his thumbs over her tightened tips.

A moan sounded low in her throat as
her palms traveled over his chest and abs, stroking a path to ground zero.
Oh
yeah…there
. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of
her hands working him. Damn, she felt good. And knew his rhythm.

She lifted her head and stared at
him, the heat and longing blazing in her eyes ripped a groan from his chest.
Burying a hand under her hair, he cupped her head and kissed her long and deep,
thrusting his tongue into her mouth matching her tugs that were driving him
wild.

Magical and talented, her touch
made him sweat. He trailed his other hand between them, down her quivering
belly, over her soft curls to the heat between her thighs. Jesus, she was wet.
He felt himself pulse in her hand, and when he slipped a finger inside her, she
broke the kiss to gasp.

Her hands shot to his hips,
gripping tight as her knees began to buckle. He caught her and guided her down.

Kerri smiled up at him, running her
hands over his chest. “You’re so beautiful.”

This startled him. “Me?”

Her grin widened, and she brushed
her thumb over his jaw. “Yes, you.”

He nipped at her thumb. “You and I
obviously have different views of beautiful.” Shifting onto his elbows, he
glanced down at her body, blowing a breath over her nipple, watching it pucker
tighter in the moonlight. “Now that’s beautiful,” he said, then bent down for a
taste.

She moaned and arched into him.

Connor took his time, loving,
touching, showing her just how he felt. He didn’t want her to leave. He wanted
to be with her, but if she was leaving, he’d make damn sure this was memorable
for them both.

Starting at her throat, he kissed
his way down her body, missing nothing, touching, tasting everything as she
writhed underneath him. He was on fire by the time he got to her toes. But
still he didn’t rush. He started back up, stopping at her thighs, spreading her
legs. His erection throbbed at the sight of her glistening pink warmth.

He nuzzled her thigh, and she made
a low, hungry sound that nearly set him off. God, the woman was responsive, and
he loved to make her respond. He glanced up and found her resting on her elbows
looking down at him.

Holding her gaze, he ran his thumb
over her wet folds. Her head tilted back slightly as she sucked in air.

He grinned. “I’ve been dreaming of
this...” He used his fingers to open her before he leaned in and stroked her
with his tongue.

Her whimper met his ears, and soon
he was sampling, and testing, checking her reactions. She moaned, thrust her
hips and gasped. Even called out his name. God, he loved that. But when her
fingers shoved into his hair, he knew he’d found the
oh, yeah, there
spot.

“You taste so good, Kerri.”

She was trembling, panting, her
hips rocking, and he wanted to give her more. He added a finger, and she let out
sexy as hell sounds from her throat as she fell back and panted his name. She
was wet and quivering and gorgeous, and he kept building her orgasm, wanting to
make her scream.

And she did.

Connor brushed his thumb over her,
applying the right amount of pressure and she cried out a low, throaty
yes
as
she shattered. He lapped and laved, bringing her down slow, prolonging her
orgasm before he lifted up to stare at the gorgeous, sensual woman.

Still panting, she crooked a finger
at him, and he wasted no time crawling up her shaking body. Before he knew it,
he was on his back, and Kerri was biting his neck, then kissing her way down
his chest and abs. Licking and nipping, she tested his control, because he was about
ready to burst.

When her finger stroked his
erection, he set her aside. “I’m not going to last much longer.”

“Good,” she said, then rolled onto
her back and a sexy, lazy smile tugged her luscious lips.

Ah hell.
A growl rumbled in
his chest.

With lightening speed, he fished
the condom from his jeans, rolled it on and moved to kneel between her spread
legs.

“Now,” she purred, spreading
further.

Christ
. He sucked in a
breath, grasping what control he could before pushing into her. Again, their
twin sounds of pleasure hissed into the rapidly approaching dawn.

Grasping her hands, he held them by
her head, leaned down until they were heart to heart, gazes locked...then he
began to move.

God, yeah
, this was heaven.
This was home. Slowly, he pulled away then pushed back in, over and over,
bringing her to that edge so they could plunge off into the depths together.

Her heart hammered beneath him,
body writhed, fingers squeezed his hand, but she didn’t close her eyes, her
emotional gaze remained on his, and he let all his feelings, hopes, needs come
to the surface so she would know
she
was his world. His home.

Tears spilled down her face, and
she closed her eyes.

He slowed his movements. “Kerri,”
he said. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open. The need
and affection and hope within would’ve brought him to his knees if he’d been
standing.

“I’m with you,” he said, bending to
kiss her slow and deep, and she moaned into his mouth.

All too soon, the need became too
much. He began to move again, faster, picking up the pace. Kerri wrapped her
legs around him, taking him in further.

It was too perfect.

Too good.

Too much.

He broke the kiss, and a second
later, she called out his name, tightening around him as she burst and took him
with her over that edge.

Kerri could barely feel her body as
she floated back down to earth. Three times. Connor had given her three orgasms
in the same amount of time it took her to make a tray of lasagna.

He was a much better cook than her.

She smiled and played with his hair
as his ragged breaths washed over her neck. That was amazing.
He
was
amazing. He made her feel. She felt him. And as soon as she could catch her own
breath, she was going to tell him exactly how she felt.

Somehow, saying it while he took
her to those gorgeous stars slowly disappearing overhead didn’t seem like they’d
be taken seriously. Throws of passion and all.

Because what Kerri felt was...real.
Very real. And she didn’t want Connor to doubt it.

He lifted up enough to look down at
her. “Morning,” he said, voice still low and husky.

She smiled and traced his grin with
her finger. “And a good one at that.”

“Mmm…hmm…” He nipped at her finger,
then his mouth was moving over her throat, making her shiver. With a sigh, he
drew back and stared into her face. “As much as I hate to say it, we should get
dressed. It’s getting light.”

She nodded, and he helped her to
stand. Kerri had a whole lot to say to the gloriously naked cowboy, but the
naked part was a no-no if she wanted him to take her words seriously.

He shook out each piece of their
clothes, and by the time the first rays of sun broke the horizon, they were
pulling on their boots. Kerri stilled and sucked in a breath.

“God, it’s so beautiful.”

Connor nodded and moved behind her,
banding his arms around her as they watched the beauty unfold in contented
silence. She could happily stay there, in that moment, forever. It was perfect.

Well, almost perfect. They still
needed to have their talk
—g
et everything out there so
they knew where they stood. Where their relationship was headed.

If they had one.

She inhaled and turned in his arms.
“Connor, I…” The words got stuck in her throat as it swelled at the sight of
his emotional gaze.

He brushed away a tear she hadn’t
even realized fell, then slowly lowered his mouth to hers. She shuddered and
sank into him. She shoved her hands in his hair and melted.

Connor groaned. One hand around her
waist, the other cupping her head, he kissed all thought, all reason…all
agendas away. They were gone just gone. Which left
feeling
wide open,
and
oh yeah
, she did…
feel,
wide open and didn’t care because she
felt him, too.

 “Uhum.”

They broke apart at the sound of
someone discreetly clearing their throat.

“Sorry, boss, but it’s getting late,
and the men were beginning to wonder about breakfast,” Cal informed, standing
in the distance.

Kerri felt her face heat
—
friggin’ blush
—
but kept the
embarrassment from her voice. “I’ll get right on that.”

“All right. I’ll tell the men.” Cal turned away with a knowing grin and headed back toward camp.

Connor wasted no time drawing her
back into his arms. “Where were we?”

If only they could continue…

She placed a hand on his mouth.
“Whoa up there, cowboy.” Drawing a hand lightly across the stubble on his chin,
she sighed. “Sorry, but duty calls.”

He groaned. “Duty sucks.” He captured
her hand before she could pull away. “We’ll finish this later?”

His gaze darkened and held a
promise she longed to explore, but they’d run out of time this morning…thanks
to her three orgasms. Kerri really wanted to feel bad about that but failed.

A smile tugged at her lips. “You’re
darn right we will. You can’t kiss a girl like that, then drop her like a ball
and expect her to just bounce away,” she admonished playfully. “Seriously,
Connor, we do have a lot to talk about.”

“Yes, we do,” he said, tracing her
temple as he pushed back a strand of hair. “But it’s going to have to wait
until later.”