Her Prada Cowboy: McCulloch County Series #1 Read Online Free PDF Page B

abyss.
    Jarrod kept plunging inside her with
short, hard thrusts, emptying every drop of his release inside her.  He growled
when he felt her inner muscles grip him hard to draw him in deeper.  She
thrashed her head back and forth against the pillow.  Her panicked eyes pleaded
with him.
    He lowered his body unto hers, pushing
her hips down on the bed.  He leaned over her with his elbows beside her head. 
He kissed her lips slowly, calming her down, until she caught a deep breath.
Their eyes met and they stared at each other.
    Bloody hell!  I’ve never had the like!
    Jarrod knew this quick release has
surpassed any he has ever had before.  He had a sneaky suspicion his doll face
was about to spoil him for all others!
    Good Lord!  He made me lose my
breath!  I never knew it could be this good!
    Shannon could not get her breath
back.  She knew what they just shared, didn’t just happen to anyone.  She just
knew, she would never want toshare it with another!  They shared the
exact same thought.
    I am so screwed!
    Jarrod withdrew from her, rolled from
the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.  He walked back shortly with a cloth
in his hand.  He settled next to her on his side, leaning his head on his
hand.  Her eyes glittered as their eyes met.  She gasped and grasped his hand.
    “What are you doing?”
    “What does it look like, doll face?”
    “I’ll do it myself.”
    “Hmm.  I want to.”
    “No … ooh!”
    She closed her eyes.  He spread her
legs and gently wiped her dry between her legs. He chuckled and her eyes jumped
open. 
    “Blushing, honey? After what we just
did?”
    “This is … different.”
    “How?”
    “It’s more intimate.”
    Now he laughed at her outright.  She slapped
him on his chest.  Her blush deepening.
    “What is so damn funny?”
    “Women … I’ll never understand them. 
I was just deep inside you, doll face. We can’t get any more intimate than that
… well, maybe a few couple inches more.  Yet cleaning you between your legs is
more intimate?”
    “Tsk!  You’re a cowboy!  You would not
understand.”
    He chuckled and threw the cloth over
the side of the bedside table.  He pulled the drawer open and took a handful of
condoms out and threw them on the bedside table.  He raised his eyebrows at her
widening eyes.
    “I did warn you, doll face.  It’s been
ten months and you’ve just made it worse.”
    Shannon gasped when his started
nibbling her collarbone.  His wicked fingers trickled a slow path between her
breasts. Shannon trailed her hands over his strong muscled arms to grasp his
hair in her fists.  He lifted his head.  Her eyes were half lidded and smoky
with passion.
    Jarrod drew a ragged breath.  He has
lusted before, was even hungry for a woman, but this … is pure passion.  So strong
that the need for her shook through his tall frame.  Bloody hell … he ached to
be inside her … to feel her clutch him like a custom made glove.
    “Kiss me, my Prada Cowboy.”
    His lips curved into a slow sensual
smile and his head lowered.  He spread her legs wider at the same time and
lowered himself against her heat.  Shannon was done waiting and pulled his head
down and locked her lips with his.  The kiss was a personification of their
mutual need. Wild, sinful and erotic.
    Shannon’s tongue tangled with his in
an explicit come-and-get-me voracious invitation.
    He did.
    Once again he possessed.
    Over and over.  Just as he promised,
weakening every muscle in her body, taking charge of every thought in her mind.
 
    In the end she begged him to stop. 
She was weak, covered in sweat.  Every muscle in her body ached.  Her thighs
were so sore she winced when she moved.  Her inner channel  chafed and swollen.
    Jarrod was not faring any better.  His
body had a sheen of sweat from top to bottom. His dick ached … shit, it was
damn pulsing … but it was a delicious throbbing ache.  Although, he
acknowledged with a grimace, that he might have to