Diamonds and Spurs [The Callens 9] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Melody Snow Monroe

back her head. “Now what?”
    “You want to succeed, right?”
    She shouldn’t lose her patience. He’d taken a day off to help her. “Yes. Thank you.”
    Once more he plastered his chest against her back. Her body shook, making the shot next to impossible.
    “Lift the barrel a little, close an eye, and make sure the can is in the sight.”
    She expected him to step back like he had before, but he didn’t. Having him close provided stability. After cocking the gun, she hovered her finger over the trigger, aimed, and shot.
    Ping!
    Adrenaline rushed through her at the success. Maybe her proximity to the target made the difference or else it was Cam’s presence, but bottom line, she’d hit the target. She raised the gun in victory and spun to face him.
    His eyes widened. “Easy there.” He lowered her arm.
    Instead of stepping back, his eyes half closed and he tugged her close and kissed her. Her mind screamed, and lust shot through her veins. Had her lifeless marriage caused a hole so great, any kiss would shoot her skyward? Vince’s kiss had done the same thing.
    His tongue pressed against her sealed lips, and she opened to receive him. Craig hated French-kissing. She loved it. The moment hers and Cam’s tongues touched, a strong need exploded. She dropped the rifle and wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed her breasts to his bare chest.
    Cam walked her backward. He broke the kiss but didn’t stop moving. “I want you.”
    His eyes closed as he dove in again. His tongue explored her mouth, driving her crazy with desire. His palms traveled upward, and his thumbs brushed the sides of her breasts. Spikes of desire electrified the tips.
    Reason got lost somewhere between holding the rifle and the first kiss. If she made love with Cam, her break with Craig would be irrevocably final.
    That’s not why you want to make love with Cam.
    They stopped when her back hit the fence. She leaned against the rail and studied the warmth in eyes as green as the summer grass. Gone was the arrogant man she’d first met. Cam was a man of passion.
    “You really want to do this?” Idiot . Why did you question him?
    He slipped his fingers up her shirt and lifted it over her head. Without breaking his gaze, he tossed her top across the wooden rail. “Does that answer your question?” He unhooked her bra with practiced precision, leaned over, and ran his tongue along the edge of her bra.
    Following the trail of his warm tongue, the wind cooled her heated skin. Her fingers gripped his muscular shoulders that bunched and flexed with each move. He guided her straps down until the bra cups hung precipitously on her hardened nipples.
    He looked up. “You are so beautiful.”
    A tear brimmed at the words—words spoken by Craig so long ago she couldn’t even recall the time or place. She leaned her head closer and inhaled Cam’s rich scent, a mixture of cloves and gunpowder perhaps. He was all male.
    Her logical side told her to run, but the womanly side said to stay. She ran a tongue along the shell of his ear, and he groaned.
    “You drive me crazy.” His voice cracked.
    You drive me crazy, too .
    He nudged the bra over her nipples, dipped his head and captured one puckered crest in his mouth. Streaks of joy raced through her, and she arched her back, offering him all she had.
    His fingers rimmed her waistband until he reached the front. With a pop, he undid her jeans and tugged them down over her hips. She should stop him, but not a muscle moved to help.
    You want this .
    He sucked on the other nipple while he massaged the first breast. His free hand slid under her panties and cupped her ass.
    “Oh, God, Mandy. You are amazing.”
    Her self-confidence rose. Here she was almost naked, and the object of her desire was mostly dressed. “You need to take off those pants, cowboy.”
    He stood back and smiled. “Are you asking me to impale you, ’cause if you are, I’d be happy to welcome you to Wyoming properly.”
    She