Page 30 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

This kiss is a battle of tongues and teeth, a desperate tangle of want and need. I taste the sweetness of her mouth, the hint of beer she drank earlier, and the unique flavor that's purely her.

My hands roam over her body, mapping every curve and contour. Her fingers twist in my hair, tugging gently, urging me closer.

The kiss deepens, a fiery dance of tongues and moans. I feel her body arch against mine, her hips pressing into me, her soft breasts crushed against my chest.

"Fuck," I breathe against her lips, needing more.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes dark with desire. "Damn, Kennedy. You sure know how to kiss a girl."

I smirk, my hands sliding down to grip her ass, lifting her off the ground. "Glad to know my skills haven't faded."

She laughs, the sound warm and inviting. "You have many skills, Shane. But your lips... they're my favorite."

I claim her mouth again, devouring her words with my kiss.

Her taste, her scent, her soft moans—they're driving me wild.

I want to devour her, to feel her skin against mine, to hear her cry out my name in pleasure.

I slide my hands under her dress, my fingers splaying across the smooth skin of her back. She arches into my touch, a soft purr escaping her throat. "Shane..."

I want to make her lose control. I want to hear her shout my name as she comes apart in my arms. The thought sends a bolt of desire straight to my dick, hardening me even further against her.

"I want you," she whispers, her lips brushing against my ear.

The words are like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a blaze of need. My control snaps, and I carry her towards the truck's second cab.

The door swings open, and I settle her onto the seat, following her inside. The cabin is dark and intimate, the perfect setting for what's to come.

Our kissing resumes as her hands fumble with my belt, her fingers skilled and eager. I groan, my body thrumming with anticipation.

"Fuck, Krystal," I mutter, my hands sliding between her thighs, feeling the slick moisture that's waiting for me. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She smiles, a sultry, knowing look in her eyes. "I think I do."

Her fingers find the button of my jeans, popping it open with a deft motion. I hiss in a breath, my body thrumming with need.

"Eager, aren't we?"

She trails kisses along my jaw, her fingers working to lower my zipper. "You have no idea."

The kiss deepens, our tongues dueling as our passion builds. Her hands slide into my open fly, wrapping around my hardness. I groan, my head falling back as her fingers stroke and tease.

"Shit," I breathe, my hips bucking involuntarily. "You're gonna kill me, woman."

She chuckles, the sound sending vibrations through me. "That's the idea, Kennedy."

I tug her dress over her head, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lean down to capture one taut nipple through the fabric, teasing it with the tip of my tongue. At the same time, I rip her panties with one tug.

"Shane," she gasps, her head falling back. "Don't stop."

"Not a chance," I murmur, my mouth trailing down to nip at her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone. Her skin tastes of salt and spice, and I want to brand her as mine.

My hands roam over her body, mapping every curve, learning her secrets.

Her fingers tighten on me, her touch firm and sure.

"Now…Shane," she whispers.

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