Page 22 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

He obliges, capturing my lips in another searing kiss. My hands roam over his broad shoulders, down his chest, feeling the muscles ripple under my touch. I want more—need more.

But a tiny voice in the back of my head reminds me…

I’m in the bunkhouse…

I’m his boss…

I should stop this. Ineedto stop this.

But damn, if I can remember why.

So I do the only thing I can think of—I grab Shane by the towel and yank him inside, kicking the door shut behind us.

FIVE

THAT’S WHAT MAMMA’S DO

KRYSTAL

I can feelthe weight of Shane’s gaze on me as I stand here, my heart pounding in my chest.

We’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now, the tension simmering between us, and tonight it finally snaps. I want him, and he knows it.

I can see the desire burning in his eyes.

“Come here,” he says, his voice low and rough.

I cross the room, my body moving without my brain’s permission. When I reach him, he pulls me against his chest, and I feel the hard planes of his muscles under my palms. His hands slide up my back, sending shivers down my spine, and he whispers, “I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

His mouth crushes down on mine, and I moan into the kiss. It’s hungry and demanding, and I can taste the desperation. My hands fist in his shirt as I pull him closer, needing to feel the length of his body against mine.

He tastes like whiskey and something uniquely him—a hint of spice and something else I can’t name.

Shane’s hands move down, cupping my ass, and he carries me to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine. I wrap my legs around his waist, arching into him, wanting to feel more.

He groans, the vibrations rumbling through his chest, and his hands slide under my shirt, his thumbs brushing my nipples. I tug at his shirt, wanting it off, needing to feel his skin against mine.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he mutters, his lips trailing down my neck, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

I’m breathless, my head spinning as he works open the button on my jeans. He slides his hand inside, and I gasp as his fingers find my core, already wet and aching for him.

“You like that, baby?” he asks, his voice a husky growl.

I nod, unable to speak, as he adds another finger, stretching and filling me. “You’re so fucking tight. Gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.”

I whimper, my back arching as he teases me, his thumb circling my clit "Shane... Please...”

“Tell me what you want, Krystal,” he says, his eyes locked on mine.

I can barely think straight, but I manage to choke out the words, “I want you inside me.”

He grins wolfishly, and then his fingers are gone, and he’s yanking my jeans and panties down my hips. I lift my ass to help him, and then I’m naked and spread before him, my heart pounding in my ears.

He stands, his eyes dark with desire, as he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing a body chiseled from stone. He kicks off his jeans, and I suck in a breath as I see the size of him.

“Fuck,” I whisper, my eyes widening.

“Like what you see?”

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