Breathless Temptation [Texas Stallions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Morgan Fox

created a wild flutter of excitement that sank deep into the pit of her stomach. She liked the idea that he had those kinds of emotions where she was concerned.
    He sighed with a smile, sweeping back a strand of her hair that had fallen forward, tucking it behind her ear. “I guess you could say that.”
    For what felt like an eternity, they just stared at each other. Deep-flowing warmth charged up her body and settled around her chest, neck, and face. Hands clammy with nerves, she couldn’t believe how much she wanted Clay, needing him to kiss her and allow her to make love to him. The feelings were almost desperate in nature. It was the strangest, most powerful yearning she’d ever experienced.
    “I should probably go,” Clay stammered.
    “No, wait,” she said, grabbing hold of his hand as he stood, keeping him from leaving her side. She hadn’t meant to sound so frantic, but she couldn’t help it. For so many reasons, she didn’t want him to leave. She desired him, wanted him to stay with her. Tonight. “I don’t want you to go.”
    He studied her, his hand slowly wrapping around hers. “Delilah, I’ll only be across the hall. I’ll keep your door cracked open if it would make you feel more comfortable.”
    She shook her head. “That’s not what I mean.”
    Again he looked at her, his eyes deepening with understanding. The war raging behind his heated gaze told her that he wasn’t sure if what she desired he could provide. She knew he feared hurting her. She didn’t expect a relationship and understood that was a commitment he could probably never give her, but she didn’t care. She wanted him for at least one night and needed him more than he ever could imagine.
    She gently tugged at his hand, coaxing him to sit back down in front of her. She’d show him what she wanted and pray he didn’t reject her.
    He sat, his body slightly rigid. Her stomach swirled with apprehension but more so with passions she wanted to share with her sheriff.
    My sheriff .
    With the gentle caress of her hand, she stroked the side of his face, still smooth from his morning shave. As she touched him, he never looked away. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, closed the distance, and lightly pressed her lips against his.
    He pulled away and stood, looking like a nervous and scared child. His chest rose and fell quickly. Swallowing hard, he whispered her name.
    “Please, Clay. Don’t…” She felt an overwhelming tightness fill her chest. She didn’t know what else to say.
    He glanced down to the floor, and she could see a million and one thoughts racing in his mind as she stared up at him. When he glanced back to meet her gaze, she swallowed the dryness in her throat.
    “Are you sure?”
    Leaning back onto the bed, she parted her legs so her inner thighs caressed his outer. She tugged at the towel around his hips, loosening the material until it dropped to the floor. For a moment, she admired him, taking in what she could of his gorgeous body and hardening cock.
    Smiling devilishly, she breathlessly demanded, “Shut up, Sheriff, and get down here and kiss me.”
    Instead of doing as she requested, with a growl he swooped her into his arms and hauled her up against his chest. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. “I’m not about to make love to you on my guest bed.” Holding her tightly against him, he claimed her lips, kicked open the door, and stalked like a man on a mission to his bedroom, all the while kissing her as if his life depended on it.
     
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    Gently placing her upon his king-size bed, he turned the lights on in the room and then moved back to the bed, reaching down to pull the silky nightshirt up over her head. Slowly, his fingers caressed the top part of her thighs, tracing up over her hips, ribs, and breasts, gliding sensually over her warm, inviting flesh.
    His heart beat fiercely in his chest, a thunderous roar that drowned out every other sound in the room.