Cowboy Redeemed by Parker Kincade

expression melted her insides. “We’ve waited long enough. And I’m ready for dessert.”
    Thank God.
    ***
    It had taken every ounce of his self-restraint to keep his hands to himself during dinner. Once he tugged her into the bedroom and kicked the door shut behind them, all bets were off.
    Clay kept her hand in his as they scaled the stairs ata pace much slower than the breakneck speed his body demanded.
    The loneliness in her voice had torn his chest wide open. Children should be loved and cared for—not cast aside or lost in the goddamn system. What kind of shit was that? The fact she’d been mistreated, her beautiful skin marred… If Nelson were alive today, Clay would kick his ass up one side and down the other. The old bastard had found Ainsley, had kept tabs on her. He’d left Ainsley alone on purpose .
    Clay stopped climbing and took a breath, willing his temper to recede. She’d known darkness and pain. He couldn’t change her memories, but he could damn well give her better ones. He’d show her how she deserved to be treated—her body revered for the pleasure she’d give him, the woman cherished for the strong, independent person she’d become. Every fucking inch of her was his tonight, and he wouldn’t stop until she was hoarse from screaming his name.
    “Clay?”
    He turned and looked down at her. God, she was beautiful. Desire darkened her eyes. Her full lips glistened, begging for his kiss.
    Ainsley let out a shriek as he tugged her to the landing, scooped her into his arms, and carried her the rest of the way.
    She met him halfway as he took her mouth, their tongues meeting in a fierce duel for control. Her greedy hands dove into his hair, sending a sharp surge of sensation across his scalp. Feisty little wildcat. How far would she go to get what she wanted?
    He couldn’t wait to find out.
    Clay made it to the bed. He released her legs. Her outer thigh brushed his hard length and they both groaned at the contact.
    “Let’s get these clothes off, Ains. I’m dying to get my mouth on you.”
    She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked at him, her long lashes blinking innocently. The sexy mix of sweet and sassy was hot as hell.
    “You just had your mouth on me.”
    “It’s not your lips I want my tongue on.” Clay lifted the hem of her shirt. She let him go to raise her arms. He peeled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her breasts swelled above the plain, black cups of her bra, rising and falling with her quickening breaths.
    “My neck then?” She tilted her head, tracing a finger from her ear to her collarbone.
    Clay slipped his fingers underneath the straps of her bra. He leaned in, his lips following the path she’d drawn. He eased the straps from her shoulders.
    “Getting warmer.” He left a trail of wet kisses to where her bra strap had been. He reached for the clasp.
    Her shoulders rolled back and the little minx traced above the swell of each breast. “Here?”
    His dick pulsed as he opened the clasp. Her bra fell away, revealing her gorgeous tits, creamy and rose-tipped.
    “Getting warmer.” He brushed the backs of his fingers along her collarbones, but his gaze rested firmly on her breasts. She shivered. Her skin erupted with tiny bumps and her nipples shrank to tight points. “So pretty,” he murmured.
    Christ. She was fucking perfect.
    “On the bed.” He barely recognized the guttural sound of his voice. Ainsley trembled as he urged her back. She scooted to the center and rested back on her elbows, her legs stretched out in front of her.
    Clay jerked his shirt over his head and tossed it aside. His dick was killing him, but he wasn’t ready to shed his jeans yet. The minute she touched his naked cock, he’d lose his fucking mind. Hell, he was halfway there.
    He loosened his belt. Her eyelids flared as the leather whispered from the loops and dropped to the floor with a thud. He angled forward, braced his hands on either side of her, and kissed