Page 45 of Wanted by the Lawman

CHAPTER 14

WYNN FOUND HERSELF drawn to Zander, and as he moved closer, her stomach did flip flops. He was amazing. His wide shoulders stretched the black T-shirt—probably his favorite. He’d left his hat in the truck which exposed his unruly, dark waves to her view—and hopefully to her touch very soon. As she stared at him she couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel to have him in her life each day, but for now she’d have to settle for today, this very moment. For the life of her she felt lucky, even if this was all she would have.

Her fingers ached to reach up and entangle her fingers through his damp hair. How right it would feel to grab his shirt and drag the cotton from his body, or possibly just rip it from his chest and shoulders. Those seams that were already stretched to capacity would give way easily under a hungry woman’s savage desire. Would he encourage her to continue with his jeans? Or would he be shocked? She remembered that his ex didn’t like kink, but Wynn did…very much so, if she didn’t have to dress for the occasion. Her mind blossomed with an image of what he’d look like underneath those worn Wranglers and her inner thighs quivered. If she had any luck, after tonight she wouldn’t have to guess any longer.

After hesitating at his shiny belt buckle for a good three heartbeats, she finally traveled back up, allowing gravity and desire to drag them north of his waist. Their eyes came together like a clash of heaven and earth. She felt the crash all the way down into her sensitive parts that were now moist and sensitive. He was a potent drink of water. He didn’t even have to touch her to get a response.

If she didn’t touch him, and soon, she would certainly wither away. She sucked in a controlling breath and drew a moistened line along her bottom lip with her tongue—even that part was quivering. Wynn had no clue if what she saw in his blue-grey eyes was an internal turmoil, so she needed to tread carefully and not make an idiot of herself by flinging her body into his arms. Stay casual. “Thank you for taking me tonight.” Realizing the sexual innuendo of her words, she gulped air as her nipples strained against her bra. Holy hell, she was massacring this. “I mean…well, I enjoyed your family.” But mostly I enjoyed being near you.

He reached out and took her hand in what at first seemed like an innocent gesture, but instantly the sparks told her this was anything but innocent. First, he touched her fingers with his own, slowly gliding his palm along hers, the tips of his fingers grazing the soft skin where underneath her pulse beat like a rock-band’s drummer. His forefinger smoothed over the spot, causing an earthquake of her senses. Could he feel the life flowing through her veins as he caressed her lovingly? A gasp escaped her parted lips and she shivered, goosebumps splattered her aching skin. Her entire body a platform of nerves and sensations, as if in the beginning stages of an amazing orgasm. She closed her eyes for a moment, reveling in the sensations flowing through her. When she brought her lids open, one corner of his mouth was lifted in a sensual smile.

She leaned forward, her breasts close to his chest, her nipples budding. There was an irresistible, mesmerizing pull between their bodies, and neither could resist. She certainly didn’t want to. His eyes were pools of heat. She’d never considered herself educated in the needs of a man, but she had a good idea that this stare meant something primal—carnal. Longing was written in his irises, like a book of one word. Could he want her—need her—as much as she wanted him?

If they came together, she’d never get enough…

He cupped her face in his large, callused hands that had seen a lot of hard work in their time. He held her so gently, like a giant holding a pearl. “Wynn, I want to kiss you.” He moved his thumbs over her cheeks, sending a ripple of excitement cascading through her. “I want to taste you.”

Every inch of her body tingled. He wanted to kiss her! Taste her! She silently jumped for joy. “If you don’t, I’ll never forgive you,” she whispered.

When he lowered his head to capture her lips, she moaned in joy. She welcomed him, like the sun shining on a darkened night. Although she parted her lips slightly to invite him in, he didn’t rush things. He relished her lips, beginning with the sweetest, softest kiss, like a butterfly’s wings on the petals of a flower. This reminded her of a greeting as their lips brushed. Gentle caresses of lips against lips, followed by brushes of his tongue that made Wynn want to bite him to get things done faster. As he continued to gently sample her, she made a disappointing moan under her breath of frustration. Zander chuckled against her lips.

“’Patience, baby doll. Such a virtue,” he teased.

Okay, she’d let him take his measly time kissing her, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t touch. Bringing her hands upward on his wide chest, she glided her fingers along his muscled biceps and parked her hands on the amazing bulges. They tightened under her palms. He still took his time, nibbling, teasing, sampling with the patience of a martyr. He licked at the corners of her mouth, all a torture to make her want him so powerfully that she’d allow all chains to release. Clever man.

Standing on tiptoe, she gave him better access to her mouth, and pressed her hard nipples against his chest. She’d waited a lifetime for a man like him, to feel so much raw excitement that she wanted to come apart at the seams. How did he manage to move so slowly, and yet she could feel the shaking in his hands.

Without warning, he lifted her and she let out a tiny yelp of surprise, but immediately settled into the spoon of his strong, powerful body. He took the necessary steps that brought them to the couch and he dropped her. She bounced, but his large frame settled her as he bent over her. With his hand, he parted her knees and moved between them while with his other hand he grabbed her bottom and lifted her against his bulging zipper. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he growled in the back of his throat.

“You’re fucking on fire, baby.” Now shaking with pent up desire, she clutched the cotton of his soft T-shirt in her hands and lifted herself to him, taking the initiative and kissing him fully, sliding past his lips and tangling their tongues. He pulled back, breathless, as his eyes lit. “You’re wild, sweetheart.”

“For you,” she whimpered.

He lowered his mouth and nibbled the skin on her neck, leaving a trail to her collarbone where he swept his tongue in the well of her throat. She arched, her nipples pressing against the hard plane of his chest.

Even though he’d describe patience as a virtue, right now the word wasn’t in her dictionary. She needed him and, by the bulge in his jeans, he wanted her too. Grasping the back of his head, she pulled him down for another kiss. He moaned in approval. Some of his patience lapsed. His hands were at her shoulders, then in her hair, tightening around the strands as he fitted their mouths together. He suckled her lips, taking in the plumpness and sweetness. Their tongues swirled and teeth nipped, each devouring the other. Wynn pushed his chest, and brazenly slid over onto him, sprawling on top of him. She bent and kissed his neck and collarbones, jerking the collar of his tee down to give her access to his smooth, masculine scented skin, breathing him in.

“You’re like a stick of dynamite,” he murmured.

“I hope that’s a good thing.” She’d never been compared to dynamite before.

Underneath her lips she felt his pulse beating fast, matching the racing of her own. This excited her even more. She kissed her way to his lips and slid her tongue over the plump pillows. “I don’t want to scare you.”

He chuckled. “Scare me? Never. Bring it on.”

Wynn couldn’t get enough of him. She found the hem of his shirt and pulled him forward while she headed south. Kissing the plane of his flat stomach, she swirled her tongue inside the dip of his belly button and nibbled the curve of each coiled muscle. Swirling, tasting, suckling. Tugging at the belt buckle and seeing that it wasn’t cooperating, he helped her release the metal from the leather. He was so hard and the tip of his erection had grown out of the waist of his jeans. Finding the button and zipper, she made haste in popping and unzipping the denim until the only thing between her mouth and his erection was a thin barrier of cotton boxers. Biting the elastic, she hauled the material downward…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

The vibration tickled her nipples. She bit her lip to keep from giggling at the sensation.

The sound only paused her a millisecond until she was back at using her teeth to remove his boxers low enough she could taste him…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

She popped her head up, looking up the muscular line of his body, and snapped up her brow. “What. Is. That?” she said between pants of breath.

“That is the person I plan to kill when I get my hands on them. Who the hell would be calling right now?”

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