Rocky Mountain Hero (To Love Again Book 3) by Kate Fargo

her mouth with his tongue – his hands everywhere. Squeezing her breast, his knee pushing up into her crotch. He’d never been this forceful, never taken the lead. Her back arched, as her body found a response before her head did.
    She drew deeply on the tongue inside her mouth, while he half-ripped her blouse open, grabbing her breasts roughly as she moaned softly. He reached behind and cupped her ass in his hand. She couldn’t believe his strength as lifted her onto the edge of the counter, so she was better lined up with his hips.
    Isabel fought for breath as he ground his hardness against her.
    “Take me Tray,” she gasped, as her desire mounted and pulsed between her legs.
    “Get out of that skirt, Isabel,” Tray ordered, his blue eyes grey with lust. Isabel turned for the bedroom, but he caught her wrist and pulled her back. “Right here, babe. Get naked.”
    She tingled with the authority in his voice. Had the student become the teacher? She was loving this. Unbuttoning the skirt, she stepped sideways out of it as it puddled to the floor.
    “Panties, too … before I tear them off.”
    She started to giggle, then stopped short with the look in his eyes. Hey, she was supposed to be in charge here.
    She realized this presented a good teaching opportunity. Not only did she want him to take control, but it was a great way for him to build more confidence.
    She pouted her bottom lip out and teasingly stepped out of his reach. “Make me, big boy,” she grinned wickedly.
    Tray grabbed her right shoulder and hooked his right hand into her panties. The black lace gave way with one quick tug and he cupped her mound before he pushed them to the floor.
    Working his hand back to her copper triangle, he crushed her mouth with his, his other hand tangled in her locks, gently forcing her head back. Hot liquid seared her skin as he trailed his tongue down her neck, toward her heaving breasts. She’d never been so excited. Every nerve screamed for release and her nipples pushed for escape against the lacy fabric of her bra.
    Tray’s fingers plucked her slender nipples beneath the fabric, then he covered her breasts completely with his large hands, squeezing and pushing them together and staring into her eyes he squeezed a little more tightly until she opened her mouth in a sharp intake of breath.
    “No more talking, Isabel,” he warned her sternly.
    Too wanton, too willing to be taken, Isabel solemnly nodded her head. Here she was nearly naked in her kitchen. It was what she’d tell her clients – go with the flow. If your partner is aroused and you don’t feel threatened, just go with the flow.
    He rewarded her submission with a quick smile, then spun her around. Cupping her chest, he quickly unhooked her bra and her breasts sprang free. Isabel shivered head to toe, but cold was the furthest thing from her mind.
    Tray slid the straps down over her arms until he had her wrists together behind her. He wound the material lightly around her wrists and whispered close to her ear. “To the bedroom. March.”
    Isabel led the way with Tray clasping her wrists gently from behind. Her entire body thrummed with anticipation and she could feel the hot wetness between her legs as she strode toward the bedroom – her nipples taut and divining the way before her.
    At the edge of the bed, she stopped.
    “Don’t move,” he commanded huskily, as he released her. She heard the metal of his belt buckle unclasp and the wrench of his zipper.
    She stood stock still, eyes closed and trying to still her heart which pounded wildly in her ears. He inched closer to her and his hardness bounced against the small of her back.
    “Are you all right, Isabel?” he whispered gently over her shoulder.
    “More than all right,” she replied, turning to his soft kiss on her cheek.
    The play was on again as his arm tightened across her chest, his hand clasping the warm flesh of her right breast. His other hand slid into the cleft between her thighs,