taste good, cowgirl,” he told her once she’d ridden out the remaining violent
waves of ecstasy. “Here, taste.” Ignoring her wide eyes, he pressed his mouth
to hers and lashed his tongue inside. He knew the sugared honey that was her
arousal flared her desire because she clamped her legs around him and gripped
his biceps hard enough to hurt. The way she dug her fingers in, as if she were
holding onto him for dear life, made him ache to be inside her.
your mind yet?”
pulled back from their kiss, still panting enough to make his entire life.
or not you believe the rumors. About me. Be honest.”
impish grin lifted her lips. “Well, I can say with absolute certainty that you
are, in fact, a madman.”
what they tell me, sweetheart.” He brushed his lips softly against hers to show her that, even
as crazed as he was, madman or not, he could be gentle too—if that’s what she needed.
need you,” she breathed. “Soon.”
soothed every open wound he’d nursed for as long as he could remember. She
needed him. And unlike the last woman who’d needed him, the one he’d failed
miserably, he would be what Stella Jo Chandler needed. He would keep this one
have me. Soon. We’ll just have to be careful. I don’t want to cost you your
nodded. His eyes met hers and he saw it. She trusted him completely.
be worthy of that trust. Of her.
help him, he’d cut out his own damn heart.