The Cowboy Imports a Bride(The Cowboys Of Chance Creek #3) (25 page)

"Is this okay?" he asked, pushing forward an inch, nudging open her folds, giving her the tiniest taste of the sensations to come.

"Yes," she said, "but no fooling around this time. I want it hard and fast and powerful. I want it all."

"Yes, ma'am," Rob said, and plunged into her with a swift, hard stroke.

Morgan cried out as he pulled out and thrust in again, and then they were off and running, Rob's strong, fast strokes lifting her swiftly to a peak of desire. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her against him, plunging in and out until Morgan could hardly breathe. She held on for dear life, trusting him utterly to bring both of them to the brink, and when they fell over the cliff together, they called out as one, their cries echoing in the night air.

Rob cradled her then, stroking her hair, her face, her body, until her breathing evened out again. He kissed her forehead and down her nose to her lips, lingered there for long minutes.

"Are you okay?" he asked finally. "I wasn't too rough?"

"No," she said, a smile curving the corners of her mouth. "Just rough enough."

"You want to sleep a little? Or eat something?"

She could tell from his tenderness Rob didn't quite believe her – that he was feeling tentative, maybe even ashamed of the physicality of the way he'd made love to her. She had to nip that right in the bud. She wriggled until he relaxed his hold on her, then got to her feet and reached out for his hand.

"Where are we going? Is something wrong?"

Morgan didn't bother to speak. Instead she led the way to the same fallen log she'd braced herself against a month ago, leaned forward to place her hands on it, and spread her legs. She heard his breath hitch and a moment later felt him take his place behind her.

"Are you sure you're up for this?" he asked.

"Are you?" she teased him. He chuckled in response and in a moment she felt that yes, indeed, he was up for it. As he stroked her body from behind, taking her heavy breasts into the palms of his hands, he slid easily into her again and she sighed.

"I love you, Mrs. Matheson," he said.

"I love you, Mr. Matheson. More than anything else in the world."

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

About the Author

Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle eight years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.

Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a neglected one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini. Visit www.coraseton.com to read about new releases, contests and other cool events!

The Cowboys of Chance Creek series continues with Bella Chatham’s story, in The Cowgirl Ropes a Billionaire.