Authors: Mari Carr and Lexxie Couper
Tongues battled, teeth nipped. They kissed each other as if
it was their only hope of survival, and perhaps it was. Perhaps, Dylan thought,
it was the only way they could face the rest of their tomorrows apart. This one
kiss.
“Jesus bloody Christ, Monet,” he groaned against her mouth.
He was on fire. Aching. “I love you. I wish I didn’t, but I do. How the fuck am
I going to exist without you?”
She pulled away from him, and every fiber in his body
screamed out in denial, wanting to feel her against his body again. “You’re a
moron, Dylan Sullivan,” she said, her voice a choppy breath.
He frowned, his chest tight, his balls heavy. “A moron? For
loving you?”
She shook her head. “You still haven’t asked me why I’m
here.”
“Why are you here, Monet?”
She reached down behind her, snared his fallen hat from the
ground and placed it on her head again. “I showed you New York for six days. I
think it’s only fair you show me Farpoint.”
Dylan’s heart thumped hard in his chest. He swallowed,
refusing to let his brain take him where it wanted to go. “For six days?”
Monet shrugged. “I’m getting the feeling Farpoint Creek is
too big to see in six days. I mean, I could spend six days just drawing
this…this…” She waved a hand at the small body of water. “What do I call this?
A pond?”
Dylan couldn’t stop his grin. Just as he couldn’t stop his
pulse from pounding like an insane elephant in his throat, nor his cock from
flooding with eager, impatient need. “Billabong,” he answered.
She grinned back at him. “I think I’ll need to spend at
least six days sketching this billabong. At least six. Maybe more.”
Dylan closed the distance between them with a single step,
smoothing his hands around her waist. “How many more?”
She gazed up at him, his hat ridiculously big on her head,
her wholly kissable lips pulling into a wide, seductive smile. “You know us
Americans. We never do anything half measure. I’m thinking as many days as
truly necessary. Maybe a month?” She gave him another elegant shrug, a second
before her hands slid up his chest and flipped open the top button of his
shirt. “Maybe more.”
Dylan’s cock jerked in his jeans and he pushed his hips
forward, letting Monet know exactly what he thought of that idea. “Maybe more,
’eh?”
She nodded. “And when I finish drawing the billabong, I’m
going to need to spend at least another month making sketches of all the
Australian stockmen around here. You know, for my next exhibition.”
“
All
the stockmen?”
She popped open the second button. “Well, maybe not
all
the stockmen. Maybe just the Down Under Wonder. Have you heard of him? He’s all
I can think about of late. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because he flew into
New York, made me fall head over heels in love with him and then took off
before I came to the realization an artist can live wherever she damn well
pleases. In any country she damn well wants.”
Dylan’s throat grew thick. Almost as thick as his cock. “She
can?”
Monet traced the tip of her tongue over her top lip.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m fairly certain Australia has quite a few art
galleries, yes?”
Dylan’s cock throbbed. His heart raced. “Now that you
mention it…”
“I’m working on a new exhibition. One that I plan on giving
no closing date.” Monet released a third button on his shirt. “Titled
Happily
Ever After—The Stockman and Me
. I think you’d be perfect as my
inspiration.” She slipped her hands beneath the fabric and brushed her
fingertips over his taut nipples. “Tell me, how do you feel about being my
exclusive nude model?”
Dylan sucked in a slow breath, the nails scraping over his
nipples doing wicked things to his body. “I think I could learn to suffer for
your art.”
“Good,” Monet murmured, rising onto tiptoe to brush her lips
over his. “Because I plan to use you for a very long time, cowboy.”
The End
About
Mari
Carr
Writing a book was number one on Mari’s bucket list and on
her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Now her
computer is jammed full of stories—novels, novellas, short stories and
dead-ends. A
New York Times
and
USA Today
bestseller, as well as
winner of the Passionate Plume, Mari finds time for writing by squeezing it
into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak, when her family is asleep and the
house is quiet.
About
Lexxie Couper
Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant's imagination
and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you
get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal!
When she's not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s
life revolves around her family: a husband who thinks she's insane, a
pony-sized mutt who thinks he's a lap dog, and her daughters, who both utterly
captured her heart and changed her life forever.
Living in Australia makes it a bit tricky for Lexxie to pop
by for coffee, but she still loves to chat! Contact her by email or find her at
her website or her blog (
http://lexxiecouper.wordpress.com/
).
Mari and Lexxie welcome comments from readers. You can find their
websites and email addresses on their author bio pages at
www.ellorascave.com
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