Shirley Bloom has always taken her beauty for granted. Some think she’s spoiled, while others avoid her all together. But their judgment of her character cuts her to the quick. She longs for marriage and a true, everlasting love, however her beau has put off his proposal for far too long.
Enter Luke Austin, a foul-mouthed, sexy-as-hell cowboy who isn’t afraid to say exactly what’s on his mind. And what’s on his mind is her--underneath him, on top of him, he doesn’t care, as long as he gets to brand himself one headstrong filly.
When his raging passion merges with her own, they’re forced into a shotgun wedding neither of them saw coming. Now, Shirley laments that her chance for a true, everlasting love is gone forever.
The harsh lines of his body softened as he stepped right up to hers, pressing her back against the tree. Shirley’s heart suddenly stopped.
“If Christopher’s outta your life, then that makes this easy.”
He swallowed her words with his mouth.
Shirley squealed and attempted to push on his shoulders, but he took her arms and wrapped them around his neck. She shouldn’t have complied so easily, but it felt so good, holding on to him and kissing him right back.
“He ever kiss you like this?” Luke asked suddenly, giving her tiny pecks on the lips.
“No,” she answered breathless. “He never kissed me at all.”
Luke growled. The sound of it made her nipples rub painfully against her corset. “Open your mouth, filly. Let me kiss you wild. You need to lose a little control.”
“I don’t think—”
“That’s right. Don’t think,” he said, interrupting her. “Give me your mouth.”
She released a small sound of protest, but did as he said. The moment she opened for him, his lips returned and his tongue plunged deep. Without thought, her fingers slid into his hair and held on tight as his mouth raged on hers. In and out he thrust, licking, caressing, prompting her to do the same to him. She sucked in her breath at the groan he gave her once she began to respond. His lips became more demanding, opening her wider to take his passion. He pulled away only to angle his head in another direction and kiss her once more.
Shirley fisted her hands, fighting desperately to keep up with him. He tasted so good she couldn’t get enough. The flavor of his mouth had been sweetened by her sister’s apple pie. Awareness shot through every inch of her body and she fought the need to rub against him.
Luke tore his mouth from hers, but didn’t step away. His eyes held her captive and she was acutely aware that her hands were still locked in his hair. But she did not remove them.
“Next time I kiss you,” he whispered, “I’m gonna take your nipple into my mouth and suckle you like a babe.”
“Wh-what?” Her mind reeled. He hadn’t just said…
“Your pussy wet?”
Shirley lost her breath. Luke’s use of improper language made her blush until her ears burned.