Cooking For Cowboy (Stampede Sizzlers) by Brenda Sinclair Page A

sensations that were surging through her.
    Making love in a heated backyard Jacuzzi gave new meaning to ‘hot sex’.
    She reached behind her, slipped her hand inside his trunks and grasped his impressive erection. She moved her hand in slow, sensual, teasing strokes.
    “Oh, God, Sierra. That feels so good,” he gasped and kissed the top of her shoulder. “But it’s been so long... I’m not going to last if you keep...”
    “I know. Me either. I...I...,” she gasped.
    His fingers moved within her and his thumb worked her clitoris until she thought she’d die. She attended to his needs, matching his rhythm with her own. Her hips moved, rotating. She pushed her body against his hand, urgently seeking release.
    He broke contact with her body, causing her to whimper in frustration. “Don’t stop,” she moaned. She didn’t want slow, sensual, she needed now!
    “Turn around,” he whispered. She stood and faced him.
    He pulled her bikini bottoms down and tossed them over his head. She heard their watery landing somewhere on the deck floor.
    “Straddle me,” he whispered, and she willingly complied.
    Two fingers slipped inside her again with ease. His thumb continued working her clit while his other hand reached behind, massaging each buttock in turn while pulling her closer. Her hands rested on his arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, threw her head back, panting.
    “Open your eyes, Sierra. Look at me. I want to look into your eyes when you come.”
    Sierra’s eyes popped open and she thrust against his hand, moving her hips faster still.
    “Come for me, Sierra,” he whispered.
    Sierra couldn’t catch her breath. She felt on the edge of an abyss, poised to leap. Closer, closer. “Oh, my. Oh, my,” she gasped.
    “Just let go,” he whispered.
    “Chad,” she exclaimed as an orgasm sent her soaring.
    A searing kiss swallowed his name on her lips, preventing the sound from traveling on the night air. He ground against her body, and his rapid breathing told her he was nearing his own climax. She slipped her hand inside his trunks and wrapped her fingers around his pulsing erection. His arms shook slightly, sweat glistened on his chest, and his hips quickened their tempo.
    “Your turn,” she whispered.
    He met her eyes and a second later she felt his member pulsing in her hand as he achieved his own release.
    “Sierra!” he gasped.
    Her hand drained every drop of ejaculate from his body, and he collapsed against her, burying his face in her hair.
    She removed her hand from his bathing suit and wrapped her arms around his neck, plastered herself against him. His arms encircled her, holding her tight. She never wanted to let him go. For several minutes, their bodies remained pressed together while their breathing returned to normal and their orgasms subsided.
    “Are you okay?” he whispered in her ear.
    “More than okay,” she replied. She’d needed that more than she knew.
    He pulled back, met her eyes and smiled. “I apologize for the urgency. It’s been a long time for me…”
    She released her breath, returned his smile. “You have no idea how long... I couldn’t hold back either.”
    He laughed.
    “What’s so funny?” she whispered.
    “I feel like a damn teenager. Jacking off with my girlfriend, not wanting to go all the way and risk getting her pregnant.” He shook his head. “But I didn’t have a condom with me, and things had gone way beyond stopping…”
    “I know.” She sighed, still straddling him.
    “When I suggested we meet in the hot tub, I never dreamt things would go this far…” He brushed a strand of wet hair off her damp forehead. “Any regrets?”
    “None,” she replied immediately.
    “Wanna go again?” he whispered, grinning. “Maybe in a bed this time.”
    She laughed. Oh, yeah, she did! But she said, “I think we’d better get some sleep. Morning starts early around here.”
    “Okay. Next time, we’ll do it right.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips.