Page 31 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

My control snaps at her words, the raw hunger in her voice undoing me. I tear open a condom packet with shaking hands and sheath myself. Then, with one swift motion, I lift her hips and sink into her, filling her completely.

She gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. "Oh God, Shane."

I freeze, giving her a moment to adjust to my size.

"You good?" I grit out, my body coiled tight, every muscle straining for release.

"Fuck, yes. Move," she demands, her eyes flashing with lust. "Now, Shane. I need you to move."

I don't need to be told twice.

With a slow roll of my hips, I begin to thrust, my body moving in a rhythm that aims to touch every inch of her sweet pussy. She meets me thrust for thrust, her hips rising to greet each of my drives. Her hands dig into my back, her nails scraping down, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

Our mouths find each other, our tongues tangling, desperate, needy.

Her body tightens around me, her breath coming in short gasps as she climbs closer to the edge.

I thrust harder, faster, my own climax building like a freight train barreling down the tracks.

"Shane…," she pants, her fingers tightening in my hair.

"Fast or slow…," I growl, my hips snapping as I drive into her.

"Everything, Shane… I want it all."

"It's yours."

"Shane!" Her body shudders, a cry tearing from her throat as her release washes over her.

The truck rocks under the force and her cries fill the cabin.

Fueling my drive to strip her bare of all doubts and all objections. There's no fucking way we're not doing this again.

I'd rather die.

Her walls clench around me, her pleasure triggering my own. I thrust a few more times, my body pulsing as I spill myself into the condom, my breath harsh in my ears.

For a moment, we're both boneless, sated and spent. I rest my forehead against hers, our breath mingling as we catch our bearings.

"I can't believe we just did that," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction.

I know I should pull out, get rid of the condom, and straighten my clothes. But I don't want to move, not yet. I want to savor this connection, this intimacy, just a little longer.

"You okay?" I murmur, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

She smiles, her hand reaching up to trace the contours of my face. "I'm more than okay, Shane. Thanks to you."

I lean down to capture her lips in a soft, sweet kiss. "Anytime, beautiful. Anytime."

SEVEN

HAUNTING PAST

KRYSTAL

I wipethe sweat from my brow, squinting against the glare of the afternoon sun. The feed mixer groans and sputters, a stubborn beast refusing to cooperate. My hands are slick with grease, and the wrench slips, clanging against the metal frame.

"Shit," I mutter, shaking out my stinging hand.

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