Cooking For Cowboy (Stampede Sizzlers) by Brenda Sinclair

“I’ve been waiting all day to do that.”
    “You could do it again.” Sierra smiled.
     

 
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Sierra realized Chad didn’t have to be asked twice when he turned sideways and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her cheek and then met her eyes as if seeking permission to continue. She nodded, extending silent encouragement, and rested her hands on his waist. He trailed wet kisses down her neck to her breasts.
    “You taste better than any decadent gourmet dessert,” he whispered, nuzzling the rounded mounds barely covered by her bikini top.
    “Thank you,” she acknowledged the compliment.
    Her nipples leapt to attention and he suckled each one in turn through the thin material.
    “If I’m dreaming, don’t wake me up, okay?” gasped Chad.
    “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” whispered Sierra, knowing her voice would travel easily this time of night.
    “I know. But I’ve never been so attracted to someone I just met before, never wanted to be with a woman so soon. I can count on my fingers how many women I’ve been with.”
    “I can count on one hand how many guys I’ve been with. This is so not like me.” Sierra felt her face redden. Never in her wildest dreams would she imagine herself having this discussion with Chad tonight. But, she felt okay with it.
    “This feels right though, doesn’t it?” Chad touched her cheek.
    Sierra gaped. Had he read her mind?
    “If you want me to stop, I will. It might kill me, but I will.”
    Sierra just shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. If he stopped right now, she’d never forgive him!
    “I figured you for a good girl,” he teased. “Count on one hand?”
    “Blame my grandmother. When I was fifteen, I moved in with her when my parents were killed.”
    “Oh, Sierra, I’m sorry.”
    “Car accident. Things happen in life. Grandma did a remarkable job of raising me, in spite of everything. Anyway, when I turned eighteen, she warned me about men. She said ‘you don’t have to try on every pair of shoes in the store, just choose a few pairs you really like and then find your perfect fit’ .”
    “And you’ve tried on less than five so far.”
    “Three actually. Two long-term relationships that eventually soured and a one-time mistake last December. But I’m hoping the perfect guy for me is out there somewhere.”
    “Maybe he’s right here?” Chad grinned, mischievously.
    “Who knows?” Sierra laughed, nervously. “Maybe he is.”
    “Only one way to find out.” Chad reached for her and drew her closer.
    His mouth returned to her nipples, suckling the aching buds through the bikini top. Unable to stand it a moment longer, she reached behind her and released the hooks, slipped the top off her arms, and tossed it over the side of the tub. She desperately needed his mouth on her.
    Chad met her eyes and her breath caught. Looking beyond the longing, she saw what could only be described as adoration and respect in those mesmerizing azure depths. No man had ever looked at her that way. The potency of his gaze both frightened and thrilled her.
    He cupped her breasts with his hands, leaned forward and kissed her deeply. He dipped his head and resumed his ministrations to her aching nipples. Sierra heard herself sigh aloud.
    After a few minutes, he shifted her around, settling her in front of him with her back to his chest. His hand slipped inside her bikini bottoms, and Sierra shamelessly spread her legs, allowing him total access. She gasped as his fingers felt the folds in the skin and gently parted the lips. His lips nibbled on her neck while he slipped one finger inside her, and then another. She closed her eyes and savored the exquisite feeling as his thumb found her clit. His movements drove her crazy as his talented hands played her body the way a virtuoso violinist fingered a Stradivarius. Shivers of pleasure raced throughout her entire body in accompaniment. God, it felt so good; she might pass out from the