Page 32 of Take Me Away, Cowboy

“I can help if you want,” he said, letting his fingers play in and out of hers. They were calloused, showing the hard work that made up his days, but gentle at the same time.

His restraint made her pulse quicken.

“You want me gone that badly,” she teased, a statement rather than a question.

“No. Not at all. That’s the opposite of what I want, Paige.”

She opened her mouth to tell him she was kidding, but before the words could form, his mouth was on hers, open and urgent. She opened for him, unsure of why or what it meant, just that it…

Feels so good.

His tongue trailed her lips, and she moaned with delight. That was all it took for him to abandon any restraint she’d prided him in having earlier.

In seconds, his hands wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer to him. Before she could do anything to stop it, she was on her back, Owen on top of her. Not that she’d have stopped him if she could. Not for all the money in the world.

His movements grew more impatient as he kissed her.

His hands fisted in her hair.

The heat of his breath on her ear as he ran his lips along her earlobe, suckling on the end and making her wet and hungry for him.

The growl that sprung from his chest when she moaned with pleasure.

She responded in kind, ripping the hat from his head and tossing it to the side so she could finally run her hands through his seductive curls. As the locks of hair threaded through her fingers, shivers chased down her spine. This was more—different—than she’d expected. In a good way.

One of his hands slid south to her neck, his thumb massaging her skin as it moved. She arched her back, thrusting her pelvis into his. Her hands migrated as well but didn’t stop until they reached his lower back. She untucked his flannel shirt and slid her hand beneath his jeans, cupping his buttocks and pulling him into her.

She didn’t know if this was what he’d intended, nor if it was what she needed, but she sure as hell wanted him. That much was evident in the small pool of moisture building in her panties. She wanted him in a way she’d never wanted any man before and didn’t stop to think about what having him might do to her when she eventually left again. This could be good, great even, if only she’d get out of her own way.

He broke away for a moment, a devilish smile playing with the corners of his full lips, his eyes oscillating between gold and chocolate brown as he took her in with his gaze. He wanted her.

She wanted him back. Wanted him pressed against her.

He finally laughed, a full explosion from his chest that rang out over the vista before them, echoing off the cliffs, and shook his head, diving back into her.

That laugh only increased her desire ten-fold.

Cupping her neck with one hand, Owen deftly used the other to slide her shirt over her head. Once she was exposed, he took her breast in his mouth.

He sucked and pulled, making her nipples hard, her breasts full with desire. She experienced every inch of her tender bud in his mouth, the sensation racing down her sides to her sex, warm and ripe for more.

The wind followed where his mouth had left a trail of moisture, cooling her skin against his heat. He teased her nipple with his tongue, and she gasped in surprise. Her eyes shut tight as his teeth grazed her bud.

Jesus. He nibbled on it so softly, she almost came right then and there. Her whole body screamed for him, and she bit her bottom lip to keep from actually crying out.

She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her. His lips parted, a look in his eyes like she was prey, and he the mountain lion.

She trembled in anticipation. She wouldn’t stop until she had this man in her bed, and she didn’t know how she would quit even then.

He’d calmed, but the fire in his eyes remained. He unbuttoned her jeans slowly and with purpose. A glance asked if he should continue.

She nodded to him,yes.

She kicked her boots off while he slid her pants down around her ankles. She made to kick those off as well, but he reached behind his back and stopped her, shaking his head.

Wordlessly, he used his thumbs to hook her panties and slide them down around her ankles as well. With just enough force to cause Paige to gasp and bite her lip again, he spread her legs and knelt between them.

Dust swirled around them, enraged by their activity and the wind that had picked up force, both acts of nature shielding them from the valley below.

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