Borrowed Cowboy (Shadow Maverick Ranch) Read Online Free PDF

in his neck tightened as she smoothed her palm down his chest. His heart pounded under her hand. He was holding back, waiting for her next move.
    Even in his bare feet he towered over her five-feet-seven. She rose up, wrapped her arms around his neck.
    “Let’s see what we can do about that.” She nipped at his bottom lip and then soothed it with her tongue.
    A rumble vibrated his chest. Sparks of sensation shot from her scalp to her sex as he hooked an arm around her, pressed her against the hard expanse of his body. His eyes turned dark, heavy lidded, as one hand worked the hem of her shirt, inching it up until the warmth of his skin enveloped her as fingers from his other hand pulled the band from her hair.
    “Much better.” His hand tangled with her freed curls. A whimper escaped her throat as he tugged her head back and took her mouth. His tongue pushed past her lips, demanding entrance. Demanding her response.
    She met the thrust of his tongue, drew him into her mouth, until his taste consumed her. A hint of beer behind warm, earthy male. He kissed her as though starved for her. Hard and thorough. Nimble fingers unhooked her bra.
    This wasn’t the Paxton she remembered. There was an edge to him, a hardness that didn’t have anything to do with the packed muscles under her hands.
    He broke the kiss to pull her shirt over her head. Her bra slipped down her arms, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Cool air caressed her heated skin as she shook her bra to the floor.
    He cupped her breast, his thumb grazed over her rigid nipple. He didn’t stop there. Back and forth, his thumb flicked the bud, then he leaned down and sucked her into his mouth, his tongue taking up where his thumb left off.
    Holy hell. “God, Pax. That feels so good.”
    He smiled against her breast. His sun-kissed face looked darker against her pale skin, reminding her of how different they were. He’d rocked her world at twenty-one. She had a sneaking suspicion this version of Paxton would destroy her.
    Oh, what a way to go .
    Curling her fingers through his hair, she arched back in a silent plea for more.
    The hard length of his erection pressed against her stomach. The undeniable proof of his arousal was a stout aphrodisiac. She tilted her hips in an invitation. One he accepted by bending his knees, pressing his cock against her sex.
    He left her breast, kissed a hot trail up her neck, and nipped her ear.
    “You’re burning me alive. I remember how good you felt. How tight and hot you were when I took your virginity that night. Do you remember? How my cock felt as I slid into your pussy. Your ass? How many times I made you come?”
    Reese shivered, surprised that he remembered. His raw, rough words sparked a powerful response in her body. Her womb contracted hard. If he hadn’t been holding her, she’d have doubled over with the pain of her arousal.
    “You didn’t take anything.” She’d given herself to him … with abandon. She’d gladly do it again. Sooner rather than later. “But I might need a refresher. My memory isn’t as sharp as it used to be.”
    “I’ll bet your body remembers.” He popped the button on her shorts and turned her, pulling her back against his chest. She sucked in her stomach, giving him room to slide his hand under her zipper. He breached the elastic of her panties. Her knees threatened to buckle when he touched her, squeezed her flesh, and eased a finger through her wet slit to tease at her entrance.
    “Shouldn’t we go upstairs?”
    “We’re alone. And I don’t want to wait.” She looked over her shoulder to see him grin, fast and wicked. “Seems you don’t either. Jesus, you’re so wet.”
    “Well, you do have your hand down my shorts. What’d you expect?”
    His arm tightened around her, supporting her as he pressed a finger against her swollen clit. “I expect you to come for me. Over and over, until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.”
    “You’re about to get your wish,”