Callie Knight moves to Texas after her parent’s deaths and buys a ranch bordering rancher Colt Trevor’s. When his bull, Old Red Eye breeds her cow, she gets upset and rides to his ranch demanding he stop his bull or she’s going to shoot him and serve him up for supper. What she doesn’t count on is falling in love with Colt at first sight. She wants him from the start and is determined to have him and she’s not going to let anyone stand in her way.
Colt Trevor has never seen a woman as beautiful and wild as Callie. When he slips behind her in the saddle, he can’t control the passion she ignites in him. Caught in a compromising position with her on the first day they meet, Colt is tempted to spank her or take her to his bed. Marriage is out. He likes being his own man and wants to stay a bachelor.
When Callie is shot, he realizes his feelings for her run deeper than just an urge to quench his passion. He’s determined to find the man who wants her dead, but before he can catch the culprit behind it, Callie is abducted and whisked away to an outlaw’s hideout in Mexico.
She followed him into the barn and watched as Colt saddled up Devil. He was so starkly masculine. He wore a blue-checkered shirt that stretched to its limits as he placed the saddle on Devil’s sleek back. His shoulders were broad, his waist lean, and his tight fitting jeans showed off his long, muscular legs. His boots were large and well worn from use.
He finished saddling the stallion and handed the reins to her. He had such large hands, deeply tanned by the sun, and callused from hard work. She took the reins from him and accidentally brushed her fingers against his. Lightning seemed to sizzle through her veins and she gazed into his eyes. Without a moment’s hesitation, she stood on tiptoe and placed a gentle kiss against his firm lips. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
He groaned and pulled her roughly to him. His lips slanted over hers in a fiery possession that took his breath away. When she gasped for breath, he slipped his tongue inside the sweet recesses of her mouth, and after a few seconds of teasing her, she tentatively flicked her tongue against his. Molten heat seared his veins and thrummed along his nerve endings. He pulled his mouth away from her hot lips and kissed a trail of fire down her chin, to the slim column of her throat, to the base where her pulse beat rapidly.
Callie clung to Colt’s shoulders. She realized she was playing with fire, but she couldn’t resist the temptation. She had never met a man that could melt her with just one look, one touch, or by just being near. God help her, she had just met him this morning, but she felt as if they had known each other a lifetime. She had never been in love before and had never believed in love at first sight, until now. She wanted Colt and, whether he knew it or not, he wanted her. His lips moved back to capture hers and all thoughts fled.
Colt came back to reality as Old Red eye bellowed and he heard his horse whinny. He broke the kiss abruptly. The sound of their erratic breathing seemed to fill the barn's interior. He stared down into her green eyes that were clouded with passion. “What kind of woman are you?” he rasped, trying to bring himself under control. His penis was straining against his pants and all he could think of was releasing it and taking Callie right there on the barn floor.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Damn it, I just met you today. How can you fall into my arms, demand marriage, and practically invite me into your bed, all in one day!”
“You kissed me this time!”
“You wanted me to!”
“Yes, I did,” she admitted, getting the rope and placing it around Miss Daisy’s neck. “And I’ll tell you another thing, Colt Thorne. I liked it!”
She mounted her horse and looped the rope around the saddle horn. “I said, I liked your kisses, but I’ll let you in on a little secret. I’m not a loose woman. I know you must think I am after all that’s happened between us today, but I’m a virgin, and when you honor our agreement, you’ll find I’m telling the truth!” She nudged Devil’s sides with her knees and rode out the barn door.
All he needed was an innocent virgin throwing herself at him. God help him. He walked out of the barn and mounted his horse. “Come on, Old Red Eye, we’ll just follow the girls home," Colt said, when he saw the bull was about to pass him up on his way after the heifer. “Oh, hell! I don’t know about you, old boy, but I sure as hell don’t like what’s happening around here.”