Page 71 of Her Cadillac Cowboy
“Sara,” he moaned. His lips, a moment before so sweetly linked with hers, closed over her other breast with a featherlight flick of his tongue while she smoothed his hair and clasped his head.
Sara fell back against the lounge chair cushions. He needed to worship her and let his lips trace their way over her skin. He gripped her hips, lifting her to him and finding welcome between her thighs. She greeted their joining with a blissful urgent shift of her hips. Meeting each thrust, stoking pleasure to a hotter level. Every movement twisted the wick of desire tighter.
He watched her eyes gleam and darken; her lips pull back as she uttered a guttural moan. His hand reached between her legs and stroked the secret nub, once, twice. She cried out as he poured himself into her. She gasped as shudder after shudder wracked through her. Pleasure danced through every muscle, sweet silver energy tingled along every nerve, until finally the last peak exploded through his whole body and, exhausted, he relaxed with her in his arms.
She slept almost immediately. Josh smiled and held her close. With the heat of his body and the strength of his heart, he sheltered her from the cool sea breeze. Sometime later, Sara shifted in her sleep and snuggled closer into his embrace. Josh rose with her against his chest and entered the house, striding for his bedroom. He laid her on the bed, then secured the house for the night. With Sara once more stretched against his side, only then did he sleep.
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Her father’s voice rang in her ears: “Traitor! You’re just like that slut of a woman that spawned you.”
Sara woke curled against Josh’s side. She’d been dreaming. The bedside clock read 4:20 a.m. Beside her, Josh slept like a rock, one strong hand rested atop her hip. Heat flushed over her with the thought of where that hand had been and what she’d urged him to do with not only his hands but his whole body.
They’d done nothing wrong. Only her father would see her passion for Josh as a betrayal. Would Dad abandon her again, cut all ties because she couldn’t seem to resist a McKinley?Dad doesn’t have to know. No one has to know.
I know.
She slipped from the bed. She had to get out of here. Josh was too dangerous to her carefully constructed stability. Last night he’d broken through her defenses. If she let him get close again, she’d be forced to choose between him and her father. If she chose Josh, she’d lose Carson’s.
“Sara,” Josh said sleepily.
She waited.Stay, urged half her heart,find out exactly what the two of you can be together.
Go, screamed the other half.You finally have the chance to prove to your father you are capable of running the dealership. Don’t risk that for a role in the hay with a man you know will leave, just like your mom. McKinley isn’t good for you.
Nothing else came from the direction of the bed. She groped for her clothes … but wait. She’d left them outside on the deck. She had no options. She’d have to go outside to get dressed.
As quietly as possible, she moved through the house. The sea breeze soughed in through open windows. She made it to the living room with no more than a few bumps then listened before opening the door. So far, so good.
She reached for the screen and pushed. A horrifying squeal screeched through the night. A full minute passed before Sara realized the sound hadn’t come from the door—it was locked. The sound had come from some night creature that hunted in the scree halfway down the beach. She unlocked the door. It slid open without a sound.
“Sara!”
The bellow sent her skittering out onto the night-covered deck.
A light came on in the house.
She stopped long enough to find her shoes and put them on her feet. In the process she found her dress. With the dress tucked under her arm and no thought for the lingerie she left behind, she leapt from the deck and ran for her car.
She nearly dropped the keys when she fumbled them from the purse she’d left under the front seat. In seconds, she revved the motor and spun the steering wheel. Gravel sprayed into the air. Her last sight of the house showed Josh outlined in the light pouring from the front door.
Dear lord, what have I done? What if Dad’s waiting up for me?She turned down Luville’s main street and rolled down the window. Cool air rushed over her breasts. She glanced quickly at the speedometer and took her foot off the gas.Heavens, I’m driving through the middle of town, twenty miles over the speed limit, stark naked.A hysterical giggle escaped her lips. She could just see the headlines should she get pulled over: Respected Businesswoman Arrested for Indecent Exposure While Speeding. Wouldn’t Dad love to see that in the morning news.
As soon as she left the city limits, Sara stopped on the verge and pulled the dress over her head. At least she was decently covered, even if she didn’t have any underwear on. If she could get inside the house without arousing suspicion, everything else could wait until tomorrow.
