DarkPrairieFire (13 page)
Authors: Arthur Mitchell
“Look at me.”
Sniffing, she meets his eyes. They're filled with fire again – brilliant as the inferno she saw when he approached Dinkie after their last dust up. But this is different.
The darkness around the flames glows with a richer hue. His stern eyes draw closer as his head moves down.
Sadie's whole body shakes when his lips land on hers. They're firm, sweet, and sure as the prairie outside, transferring their timeless comfort into her body.
There's no stopping her nerves now. Every network inside her bristles with desire, lighting her up with sharp currents from head to toe.
Kiss me harder, cowboy. Here, let me open my lips for you. I want to feel your tongue deep inside me,
and then so much more than just your mouth.
Her hands claw at his back, picking up a small bundle of fabric. He grunts lightly into her mouth, invading her with the strong muscle she's burning for.
His tongue sweeps come fast, swift and determined as a pirate's thieving strokes. His stubble rakes her chin softly as he goes deeper, holding her small tongue to the bottom and flogging it again and again.
Sadie's moan runs into his body and passes down his throat. The exchange of raw current continues, energizing animal instincts buried in his masculine soul.
The kisses keep coming, and so do his hands. They're pulling her close, as though he's trying to make her melt into his body.
Her legs part, hooking gently around his large flanks. Brax grabs for her bountiful ass and lifts her clear off the ground.
If it weren't for the plates, he'd slam her onto the kitchen table. Now, his tongue peels back and she's licking at his bottom lip, driving him wild with her little teasing laps.
Jesus! It's more than any rancher can take and keep his sanity.
Silverware, a plate, and a glass go crashing to the chair. They're past caring about the noise as he plants her at the edge of the table, fisting her long locks in one hand and kissing her rough.
Yes! This is how I want it. But you can go harder, cowboy. It's rough and real that keeps me alive, that
keeps away those horrible dreams...
She traces the strong hills on his back, round peaks bulging with desire. Her hips rock into him, a little too high to grind along the erection she's sure is there.
Sadie bites into his lip, scratching hard at his back. The rancher pulls away a second later with a surprised groan.
“F**king hell. Where'd you learn to do that, girl?”
“Don't know. Why don't you find out what else I can do? This is the kind of therapy I can get into.”
With a purr, he lifts her off the table. Her heart pounds as his boots tap the wooden floors, making the long journey to the steps leading upstairs.
She has a feeling it isn't the guest room that waits. They're going straight for his bedroom, the spartan wooden chamber with the big old bed she's caught glimpses of from the hallway.
As soon as they're inside, she breathes deep, refilling her lungs with the air in his private chamber. It smells just like him, all sexy man and sharp cologne.
“You ready to do this, beautiful?”
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