Rodeo Heat by Desiree Holt
She never knew what heat was until
she met her cowboy—then fire consumed them.
It could have been the animalistic
heat of the rodeo, or the pin with special powers that the old woman had all
but forced her to buy. But whatever it was, within seconds of meeting rodeo
rider Ben Lovell, Grace Delany safe world crumbled in a voluptuous explosion of
lust. Every night was something new and Grace gave in to it all, relishing her
body’s. As Ben Lowell led her from one earth-shattering climax to another, as
her body softened and opened to him, her juices lubricating the way, all she
could do was hang on for dear life and follow his lead. But when it was over,
could she really walk away from the man who had taken her on an outrageous
journey of sexual self-discovery where there were no limits or boundaries?
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“Oh my god,” she gasped, reaching for his head to pull it close.
He lifted his head and circled her wrists with his fingers. “It’s
much better when you know you can’t touch me,” he told her. “When you’re spread
out like a feast before me and I can take my time.” He lowered his voice. “You
like it when I restrain you, don’t you, Grace?”
She nodded, wordless. She did like everything he did to her. Why
had she acted so stupidly the other night?
“I like seeing you helpless, open to my mouth and hands and cock. Does
that frighten you, Grace? Is that what made you run away?”
She shook her head and finally the words rushed from her lips.
“Honestly? All of it scared me, Ben. The whole scene. But hiding from it hasn’t
helped. I discovered I really love it all. I want it all. With you. Can you
imagine what a shock that is to me? I like being wild with you.”
His chuckle was low and warm. “Tonight you will get it all,
darlin’. Every bit and then some.” Reaching into the nightstand drawer, he
pulled out a pair of handcuffs lined with pink fleece. “I bought these the
other day when I had high hopes for the evening. Before you stood me up.” A
grin played at the corners of his mouth.
“M-Maybe you should punish me for being bad,” she ventured,
knowing the desire in his eyes was reflected in her own, yet still shocked at
her boldness.
His laugh was full and rich. “Oh, I think I’ll have to do that.
But all in its own good time.”
He threaded the handcuffs through one of the spindles on the
headboard, then locked them around her wrists. His eyes ate her body like a
starving man with a glimpse of a bountiful feast. Very slowly he slid her
panties down her hips, over her ankles and tossed them to the floor. One warm
palm covered her naked pussy.
“Two days and you need shaving again.” His voice was husky with
need. “If I didn’t have other plans for tonight I’d do it right now but we’ll
put it on the schedule. I love it when there’s nothing here between my tongue
and your skin.”
He knelt between her thighs and ran both large hands over her
body, shaping the hills of her breasts, the swell of her tummy, dipping into
the creases where thigh and hip joined. His eyes followed the path of his
hands, as if memorizing every inch of her.
Grace knew somehow tonight was different from the first time. From
all the other times. There was an erotic charge in the air, making everything
more…intense, filling her with a desire to hold every minute captive. To savor
the delicious taste and feel of him. This was more than just hot, raw sex. This
was like falling into a hot pool of sensuality. Of eroticism. And never being
able to climb out. She was getting in way over her head again and knew she
couldn’t do a thing about it. Or wanted to.
He stroked another strawberry across first one nipple, then the
other and it was like the feathery touch of brushes against her pebbled tips.
The wet heat of his mouth as he licked every drop of the chocolate confection
sent lightning bolts of heat stabbing through her directly to her cunt. She
wanted to squeeze her thighs together to compress the increased fluttering in
the walls of her vagina but his body between her legs kept them wide apart.
Ben took his time, sharing the berries with her before painting
the chocolate on the hard tips of her breasts. He was right about the
helplessness, except this time it felt different. As if by submitting to him she
was actually the one in control.
Whoa! What was that all about?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Referred to by USA Today as the Nora
Roberts of erotic romance, Desiree Holt is the world’s oldest living published
author of erotic and spicy romance. A graduate of the University of Michigan
with double majors in English and History, her earlier careers include agent
and manager in the music industry, public television, associate vice president
of university advancement, public relations, and economic development.
She is three times a finalist for an
EPIC E-Book Award (and a winner in 2014), a nominee for a Romantic Times
Reviewers Choice Award, winner of the first 5 Heart Sweetheart of the Year
Award at The Romance Studio as well as twice a CAPA Award winner for best BDSM
book of the year, a USA Today Bestselling author and winner of the Holt
Medallion for Excellence in Romance Literature.
She has been featured on CBS Sunday
Morning and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The (London) Daily
Mail, The New Delhi Times, The Huffington Post and numerous other national and
international publications. She is also the Authors After Dark 2014 Author of
the Year.
“Desiree Holt is the most amazing
erotica author of our time and each story is more fulfilling then the last.” (Romance
Junkies)
Learn more about her and read her
novels here:
Twitter @desireeholt
Pinterest: desiree02holt
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