Lone Heart: Red Hot Weekend by Delilah Devlin

head, much like the little filly he’d just given her, but began to climb the rungs, one at a time, her hips swaying just a little more than necessary.
    Lonny hid a grin, knowing she knew full well part of what he had planned. When he climbed over the top, he turned her by her shoulders toward a mountain of baled hay. “Go on around the other side.”
    She gave him a questioning glance, but did as she was told, boots scuffing in the dust. When she rounded the corner, she sighed. “You did this for me? It’s kinda early…”
    “Never too early.” He walked around her and unlatched the door that overlooked the pastures. Below them, cowboys worked—the permanent hires alongside the summer workers. Some were gathered at the corral, where a horse galloped around a cowboy holding a rope. Others were riding in the distant pasture where cattle dotted the hills.
    He closed the door and looped a rope around the latch so that only a stream of sunshine lit the blankets he’d arranged atop a bed of hay.
    He turned to Charli, who stood beside him. He cupped her cheeks and bent to kiss her, loving the sweet sigh that seeped into his mouth. He tugged at her dark ponytail, freeing her hair and spreading it around her shoulders. Standing back, he removed her shirt, her bra, knelt and patted his knee, then removed her boots and socks. When she stood only in her jeans, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her hips toward him to kiss her belly as he worked on her button and zipper and pushed her jeans and panties down her thighs.
    He followed with slow, sweet kisses, glossing her soft, bare mound, nuzzling into her folds to lick her love knot until he felt the fine tremors shiver down her belly and weaken her knees. When she folded against him, he lowered her to the make-shift bed and hovered over her, pressing kisses on her closed lids, her nose, her lush, bowed mouth.
    When he paused, she blinked lazily. “You know, you’ve spoiled me for any other man.”
    “That’s the plan.”
    Her fingers walked down the row of buttons on his work shirt. “You’re overdressed.”
    “I need the armor. I’m gonna pleasure you, sweetheart. Make you so weak you can’t deny me anything.”
    “Do I ever?”
    He raised a brow.
    Her lips pouted. “Well, I might, but only ’cause you’ll make me anyway. A girl can’t be too easy.”
    He smacked her belly with kiss, then leaned away. “Now, assume the position.”
    “That’s so not sexy.”
    “Then why’d your pussy clench?” he asked slyly, knowing he’d guessed right by the flush blooming on her cheeks.
    Her eyes widened and she pressed a finger to his mouth. “Shhh! Someone might hear you.”
    He bit it, then licked the tip. “No, they won’t. Now, be a good girl and open up.”
    Huffing, she raised her knees, then let them fall open, just as he’d taught her to do.
    Already he could see the excitement sparkling in her eyes, the quickening of her breaths and delicate flare of her nostrils. When her eyes dilated, watching him watching her, only then did he bend toward her sex.
    He began with long, slow laps—from below her folds, burrowing slightly into her opening, then gliding off her clit. Lapping like a dog because he knew it would frustrate the hell out of her.
    Sure enough, her fingers gripped his ears. “Stop playing.”
    “I’m tasting.”
    “I was ridin’ a horse. You can’t enjoy that.”
    “Was just making sure you weren’t turned on by it—you know, my brother’s quite a catch.”
    Charli clapped the back of his head. “You are not jealous of True!”
    “No, I’m not. He’d never cheat on Honey. She’s his world, but I wouldn’t blame you if you looked…”
    Charli pulled his hair to tilt up his face. “I’m not interested in him. He’s not the one I let do all kinds of wicked things.”
    Narrowing his gaze, he pushed two fingers inside her. “Your cunt’s all juicy. You may pretend to be mad, but you like me being jealous.”
    “Not