Page 40 of Cowboy's Healing Heart

I laugh, shaking my head. "Just thought you might appreciate a good whiskey. But we can get something else if you prefer."

She picks up the glass, swirling the amber liquid. "No, this is perfect. I love a good whiskey."

As we drink, the warmth of the liquor and the heat from her accidental touches awakens the desire that only she can ignite. Krystal's knee brushes against mine, sending a jolt of fire through me. Her eyes meet mine over the rim of her glass, dark and inviting.

When the band starts playing a slow song, I stand and hold out my hand. "Dance with me?"

Krystal hesitates for a moment, then takes my hand. I lead her to the small dance floor, pulling her close. Her body fits against mine perfectly, and I have to suppress a groan as she wraps her arms around my neck.

We sway to the music, our bodies moving in sync. I can feel her skin's heat and smell her faint perfume.

It's intoxicating.She's intoxicating.

"Shane," Krystal murmurs, her breath hot against my ear.

I pull back slightly, looking into her eyes. The desire I see there mirrors my own. Without thinking, I lean in and capture her lips with mine.

The kiss is unhinged. Surrounded by strangers, away from everyone we know.

Alone with the opportunity to explore this feeling with no limits and no distractions.

Krystal's fingers find my scalp as she presses closer. I deepen the kiss, pouring all my pent-up feelings into it.

When we finally break apart, we're both breathing heavily. Her eyes are wide, and her lips are swollen.

"We should go," I say, my voice rough with desire.

She nods, taking my hand. "Yeah, we should."

The walk back to the hotel is a blur of anticipation and stolen kisses. As soon as we're in our room, I have Krystal pressed against the door, my lips on hers.

She moans softly, her hands roaming over my chest. "Shane, I want you."

Those words break the last of my restraint. I lift her, carrying her to the bed. I know there's no going back as we fall onto the mattress together. Whatever happens after this weekend, this moment is ours.

I kiss my way down her neck, nipping at her collarbone. She gasps and arches beneath me.

"So responsive," I murmur, sliding my hand under her shirt.

Her skin is soft and warm, and she shivers as I caress her breast. I can feel her nipple harden against my palm.

"I need to feel you," she pants, tugging at my shirt.

I break away long enough to yank off my shirt, then hers. Our pants soon follow, and then we're naked, nothing between us.

She's stunning. Her curves beg for my touch, and I oblige, trailing my fingers down her side.

Krystal reaches for me, wrapping her hand around my dick. The sensation of her fingers on my heated skin almost sends me over the edge. I groan, pressing my forehead against her shoulder.

"You're so big," she breathes, stroking me gently.

"You have no idea how much I want you," I growl, capturing her lips in another kiss.

Her tongue tangles with mine, and her hand picks up speed. It's too much. If I'm not careful, I'll come before we even start.

Gently, I remove her hand from my cock, pinning it above her head.

"Can I taste you?" I whisper against her lips.

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