Ropin' Trouble (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 2) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page A

feelings looping around her veins like ivy. She was spellbound and a moan escaped her lips.
    And just as quickly…that part of him that had awakened a whole bag of needful things within her was gone from her body. “All done,” he said in a husky voice.
    He moved and the only warmth left was that of the afternoon sun beating down on her goose bumped flesh. “How did you do that?” she mumbled as she rolled over.
    He didn’t move, staying above her, watching her with dark eyes. “It’s a skill that comes with being outside a lot.”
    “What other skills can you brag about?” Did that question really come out of her mouth? 
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    Ben was caught in a barbed wire of desire. If he pulled away, he’d regret it to the marrow of his bones. If he kissed her, something he’d wanted to do since before he even met her, he could be screwed, and not in a good way. Having her lips under his was too much of a temptation to deny. He lowered himself over her, within inches, supporting himself with his hands flat beside her. One corner of her mouth lifted and tugged at every cell within his body. He dipped his head and with a constraint he didn’t know he had, he softly moved his lips along hers, darting his tongue over the full, kissable pout and licking the strawberry and chocolate taste from them. Her mouth opened in invitation and he rewarded her by slipping his tongue deep inside. She moaned and the sound vibrated his lips and every other part of his body that was intensely demanding.
    Her arms came up and around his neck as a sweet whimper sounded in her throat. His heart beat so fast he thought it’d break a rib. He moved his head at an angle so that he could suckle her tongue, licking and swirling until she arched her back, her breasts pressing his chest. He wanted to lick and suck every part of her, every sweet, delicious, sexy inch of her body—continue where he’d left off on her thigh.
    She dragged him closer, threading her fingers into his hair. He pinned her slender body underneath his larger one, holding his weight off her and leaning on his elbows. Her legs came up and wrapped around his hips, the apex of her thighs rubbing the bulge behind his zipper. He knew he couldn’t go any further unless he knew this was what she wanted.
    He lifted his head. She opened her eyes and their gazes connected. “Sweetheart, I think things are getting out of control. I think we should back off.”
    “You really want to back off?” There was deep question in her eyes.
    “For God’s sake, Cara. Can’t you tell I’m going crazy in need?”
    “Then please, Ben. I’ve never known this. Please don’t let it stop, not yet.” Her sultry words broke every boundary he’d ever mastered.
    He toed off each boot, tossing them to the side. Her fingers were already on his belt buckle, pulling and tugging at the metal like a desperate need was guiding her. “Let me help, darlin’.” In a matter of seconds he had the belt undone, his jeans discarded.  His erection popped through the opening of his boxers, searching for release—for home. Sliding the cotton off, his cock bounced across his stomach.
    He needed to take things as slow as possible. He wanted to please her, make her feel good. Prove to her that she was a desirable woman who should be made love to often.
    He edged his mouth to her jawline, kissing the delicate, smooth skin. He followed the heated path to her neck and licked, tasting her. Gliding his hand to her bare thigh, he caressed her, slowly moving his fingers higher to the elastic of her panties. He smoothed the tips of his fingers along the silken band and eased his hand around to her firm, luscious bottom, massaging the rounded curve.
    “You’re so soft and smell so freakin’ good.” He planted butterfly kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her eyelids…until covering her lips again, tenderly. He wanted to cherish every second of her, to drink her in like a fine, aged wine. He knew she was timid, but he