Cowboy Bargain (The Dalton Boys Book 2) by Em Petrova

back, she jerked, laughing.
    “Ticklish?”
    “I guess so.”
    “No one’s ever found this spot before now?” He pressed it again, just under her ribs. She writhed.
    Should she tell him she’d only had one lover in her twenty-three years? He’d think her immature, silly.
    Not worthy of a man like him.
    The flush crept up her throat, and she dipped her head, using her long hair as a shield.
    “Maya, is this piece of skin all mine?”
    Dios, she was in big trouble. Sinking quickly.
    Before she could respond, his knuckles brushed her jaw, tugging her head to the side as he swooped in and kissed her. His rough passion caused her to moan. His tongue flicked her lower lip, then burrowed deeper into her mouth.
    Not deep enough. From this angle, he obviously couldn’t get what he wanted.
    He flipped her onto the mattress as though she weighed nothing, braced himself on his elbows and kissed her like he meant it.
    She drowned in his taste and feel, mindless to anything but the throbbing need for more. She sank her fingers into his mussed hair and found it soft and warm from sleep. Waves conformed to her fingers as she pressed the points of her short nails into his scalp.
    With a growl, he hitched his body fully atop hers, pinning her. His weight was luscious. She wriggled closer and gave herself up to every whim of his clever tongue. She arched beneath him.
    Too soon he tore away, eyes blazing. “You better not move like that if you don’t want more than a kiss or three.”
    What if she did want more? Desire raced through her system. He’d lassoed her with kisses, and now the hard ridge pressing against her inner thigh made other promises.
    His stare was almost glassy with want. Some dangerous emotion swirled in her head. Being desired by a worthy man would surely end right—with pleasured screams and tender looks afterward.
    She hooked her arm around his neck and yanked him down.
    His appreciation rumbled through his chest. He slanted his head and thrust his tongue into her mouth, skating it over hers until he knew every corner. The urge to wrap her legs around his tanned hips and let him sink into her body drove her need higher.
    Running a hand up her side, he found her aching breast. She wished her breasts filled his hand better, but he didn’t seem to mind as he groped her through her flimsy top.
    She explored too, learning strong shoulders and the bulges of each side of his spine all the way to the waist of his boxers. “You seem tense too.” She couldn’t believe how flirtatious she sounded.
    “You don’t know tense, darlin’.” He took her hand and roughly shoved it between them. She gasped as his hard length thrust into her palm.
    What they say about big hands is true, then.
    She had to put the brakes on. She’d come to the US to find a better life. Not be ravished by a cowboy on day two.
    He felt the change in her, eyes clearing a bit. She removed her hand, and he released her breast.
    When he rolled off, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, she felt the wall between them.
    “I’m not sorry. You drive me crazy.”
    Her eyes fluttered shut on his surly words. Being desired felt so good, and his touches promised much more. But even if she agreed to marry him, she needed more time.
    Before she could say any of this, he gained his feet. Standing at the bedside, staring down at her like a granite god, she realized what an idiot she was for not going further. His erection tented his boxers, impressive in size. But the flames in his gaze were barely controlled, licking at her in different ways.
    “Best get on the road.” He stalked over to the clothes he’d abandoned the previous night. She was still shivery from his touch and kisses, and somehow managed to stand too. Wobbling, she gathered her dress and a hairbrush.
    Cash faced her, jeans unbuttoned, belt hanging loose. She didn’t think he could harness his bulge behind the denim yet.
    She looked away, but her gaze was drawn right back as he muscled his