Send Me a Cowboy by Joann Baker

of her
dresser drawer. Maybe if there was a next time…
    John’s arm curled around Katie again, moving
her further down until she was flat on the bed. He unfastened the
front catch of her bra and slowly pulled the little bit of nothing
apart. He’d always been a breast man and Katie’s did not
disappoint. They were large and firm, and perfectly formed. A man’s
fantasy come true. Keeping his eyes on her, he reached up to
unbutton his shirt then lowered his body to hers—skin to skin. He
groaned at the indescribable feelings. Katie’s nails bit into his
shoulders, adding to the erotic sensations. “Dear God, Katie, you
feel so good,” he groaned against her mouth.
    “John!” Katie gasped, her body arching up and
into his.
    He pulled away to look at her. Her nipples
were large, their dusky color reminding him of ripe berries. His
need to taste them could not be denied and she cried out as his
mouth covered her. The keening cry cut through his sensual fog. He
drew back, sucking in a deep breath in an effort to rein in his
quickly unraveling control.
    Katie tugged his head lower in an attempt to
get his mouth closer to where she needed him.
    He grabbed her wrists, putting them above her
head. “Don’t,” he ordered harshly. “You’ll make me hurt you.”
    “I don’t care,” Katie groaned, her body
aching in an unfamiliar way.
    John’s hands went to her hips, pulling her
roughly against him. His palms caressed her generous curves as he
ground his body against her softness. Katie delighted in the feel
of his muscular strength. She was on fire everywhere they touched
and her only thought was to quench the flames. She touched him, her
hands moving over the hard planes of his body in anguished delight.
It felt as if a part of her, the part that always held back, always
stayed aloof, fell into place, making her whole for the first time
in her life. They were pressed together so tightly that nothing
could come between them. She felt, heard, saw nothing but John. Her
whole world had narrowed to the feel and warmth of his big
body.
    “I want you, Katie Lenard.” His groan sent a
stab of pleasure straight to her womb and her confidence spiked as
she realized she was arousing him, making his body ache. For
her. She smiled against his lips.
    Her body rippled with delicious, sinful
sensations. She wasn’t a virgin. She’d had a man in her bed before.
But she’d never had John Kinkaid. And she’d never known that
intimacy could be this…explosive. She’d somehow known this man
would spoil her for any other man, any other lover. She moved her
hips in a sweet, slow rotation against his. Wherever he led, she
would follow.
    “Do you want me, Katie?”
    “Yes. God, yes.” Her body craved him. She
shifted, moving in an attempt to tease his long fingers closer to
aching breasts that yearned for his touch.
    “You are so beautiful.” Complying with her
silent request, his warm hands squeezed the tight buds lightly
before trailing down her lush body to find her center. All that
separated them was a thin barrier of silk. He cupped her, caressing
her roughly while his hot mouth took hers, swallowing her cries.
She lifted against him rhythmically as her body sought
satisfaction.
    When he stopped, Katie cried out.
    “Don’t worry, honey. We’re not done.” He
pulled the loosened shirt over her head, taking the bra with it.
Katie shivered with excitement. Her panties came off slowly, his
gaze devouring the newly exposed flesh.
    “I’m going to take you Katie. If this is
something you don’t want, tell me now.”
    His head rose, his intense gaze searching her
face for any sign that she wasn’t right there with him. Katie could
only nod her compliance. If he stopped now, she would surely
die.
    He stood up to undress, his breathing harsh
in the quietness. She could see the shudders that racked his strong
frame. She didn’t know what to say or what to do. She’d never had a
man look at her with such intensity, such raw