Rodeo King (Dustin Lovers Book 1) by Cheryl Yeko, Char Chaffin Page B

eternity.
    Rising to his feet, he strode down the
hall and stood outside Carson’s room, listening to her tender words and
Carson’s sleepy giggles as she tucked him in for the night. The emotions he’d
been drowning in over the last week fell away, replaced by an overwhelming need
for Rosie. He wanted to make love to her, find a way to bring their
relationship back where it’d been before he’d run off. He wanted to drown in
their shared memories, then create new ones with her.
    He absently rubbed his sore leg. He
wasn’t stupid; returning to the rodeo circuit was iffy for him. Maybe it was
time to make a life for himself in Dustin, with Rosie and his son.
    If she’d have him.
    Her footsteps made a soft shuffle from
the bedroom into the hall. Her breath hitched on a low gasp when she spotted
him, then she slowly shut the door. “Hi,” she murmured. “Is something the
matter?”
    Caleb closed the distance between them.
He inhaled her heady fragrance, the same flowery perfume she’d worn six years
ago when he’d explored every inch of her beautiful body, listening to the needy
sounds she made as he’d discovered all her pleasure spots.
    Oh, hell yeah. His muscles tight, he reached for her and ran one finger down the silken skin
of her cheek as her lips parted on a sigh. Yet the resistance he read in her
body language made his jaw clench.
    “Caleb,” she whispered, shaking her
head. “We—we shouldn’t.”
    Knowing he’d been her first lover filled
him with such a sense of possessiveness. Though it was his own damned fault
he’d lost her, he wanted to wipe away the imprint of any man who’d touched her
over the last six years . To have her under him again, show her all the
ways that she belonged to him, only him . . .
    Gripping her gently by her upper arms,
he leaned in and nuzzled her slender neck, flicking his tongue at the rapid
pulse above her breasts. Pleasure spot one . At the sound of her sharp
inhale, he nipped gently on her shoulder and tugged her closer. “Rosie.” Her
name was a shudder on his lips.
    When he ran his tongue along the seam of
her mouth she opened for him, allowing him to plunder her moist depths until
she relaxed against him. Her arms slid around his neck as that sweet whimper he
hadn’t heard in six years sounded in her throat.
    Victory coursed through him.

Chapter
Eight
     
    Bending slightly, Caleb slid one arm
under Rosemary’s knees and scooped her up. Her room was just down the hall and
he strode the short distance quickly, kicking the door shut behind him.
Lowering her to the bed, he followed her down, removing her arms from his neck
and securing them above her head with one hand as he explored her curves.
    Caleb’s desire skyrocketed. He bent his
head and pressed his mouth to hers, an open, urgent kiss, their tongues
entwining in rising passion.
    His fingers trembled as he went to work
on the buttons of her blouse, managing to free her breasts without ripping the
delicate cotton. Her bra fastened in the front and after a second of careful
tugging, Caleb filled his palm with silky flesh. He rolled one taut peak
between his finger and thumb, just the way she liked it.
    Rosie arched her body and moaned into
his mouth.
    Pleasure point two . . .
    “Oh, God, Caleb.” Her voice shook; her
pelvis thrust and ground against his more-than-ready erection. “Please . . .”
    He didn’t need any further prompting.
    Crazed with need, he released her long
enough to strip off his clothes, as she yanked at her jeans. Clothing flew
everywhere in their frenzy to get naked, and then finally— thank God —they
were skin on skin.
    Her curves had filled out in all the
right places, and he’d never wanted a woman as badly as he wanted Rosemary.
Caleb slid down her body to taste one creamy breast. His tongue laved and his
teeth nipped at the plump, pink tip. With a gasp she thrust her fingers into
his hair, tugging him closer as he moved to her other breast and gave it the
same loving