Bowles, Jan - Tamed by the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) by Jan Bowles Page B

the sweet spot inside her.
    “Colt, oh…” She pressed her head to the mattress and grasped the duvet, twisting it in her fingers until the knuckles bared white. Moans of ecstasy tore from her lips as she climaxed again. “What’s happening to me?”
    “I’ve found your G-spot.”

    * * * *

    Kat enjoyed a long soak in the bath. As she luxuriated in the warm, soapy water, she thought of Colt. It had been a new experience for her making love first thing in the morning. In the past it had been totally unsatisfactory and had taken place in an atmosphere of alcohol-induced bravado. It had been easy to kid herself she’d been having fun until the next day when the liquor had worn off. Sex had always been uninspired and left her feeling shortchanged. With Colt, it was totally different. Her whole body tingled with newfound energy. In total, she’d climaxed five times, one after the other. She smiled. Kat Masters had multiple orgasms. How cool was that?
    When Colt entered the bathroom, she couldn’t stop staring at him. Just what was it that made him so different from the other men she’d known? Wearing blue jeans and a white T-shirt, he certainly displayed a presence that commanded her complete attention. His strong physique and handsome face just proved too irresistible to ignore. His sparkling blue eyes held hers as he smiled at her.
    He kneeled down at the side of the bath and took the sponge from her hands and began lathering on some soap. “I’ll wash your back,” he said as he lifted her hair away from her neck. The warm water cascaded over her tired muscles as he smoothed the sponge across her aching shoulders and down her spine. When he began rinsing, he spoke.
    “I know I said I’d take you for a meal for your belated birthday, but I thought we’d go for a horseback ride this afternoon instead. There’s plenty to explore around the ranch. Perhaps, we can take a picnic with us. The trouble with working into the early hours of the morning, it puts you out of sync with everything.”
    “Mmm, I’d much prefer that anyway.” The idea of going to a stuffy restaurant didn’t appeal to Kat. She’d seen Colt ride out most days on his horse, and to actually be invited along filled her with joy.
    “Good.” He kissed her shoulder and handed back the sponge. “I’ll be ready to leave in a half hour. Will that give you enough time to soothe your aching flesh?”
    “Yes.” She guessed he was already thinking about their next lovemaking session. He leaned forward and kissed her.
    “You sure have a satisfied look on your face,” he murmured close to her lips.
    “I feel satisfied.” Kat had never felt so contented.
    “It’s good to see.” He stood and began walking from the bathroom.
    “Colt.”
    “Yes?” He opened the door before resting easily against the doorframe. He looked intently at her.
    “Thank you for being so understanding.”
    “You’re welcome, baby. Half an hour, remember, or I might start changing my ways. I know what you women are like with long baths.”
    “Don’t worry, I’ll be there.” She knew nothing would keep her away from him for long.
    When she arrived downstairs, dressed in jeans and a red blouse, he’d already saddled up two horses. They waited, tethered to the verandah outside, their tails swishing impatiently. He placed a hat onto her head as she came out onto the porch decking. “The sun’s mighty fierce about now.” His two large dogs raised their heads, idly watching what was going on before settling back into sleep again.
    He put his arm around her shoulder and guided her over to the smallest horse. “This is Midnight. She used to belong to my mother. She’s getting on a bit, so she won’t give you any trouble.” Kat almost fancied she saw a look of sadness drift into Colt’s eyes. She knew his parents had died in a car crash a few years ago. She, of all people, knew some emotions could never be healed.
    Kat smoothed her hand down the graying, velvet