In Bed with the Wrangler by Barbara Dunlop Read Free Book Online

incredibly hot, as the contact instantly escalated to a serious kiss.
    It took her only seconds to realize how much she’d longed for his taste. His scent filled her, and his hands settled on her sides, surrounding her rib cage as he deepened the kiss. Her head tipped back, and her mouth responded to his pressure by opening, allowing him access, drinking in the sensation of his intimate touch.
    She clutched his upper arms, steadying herself against his hard, taut muscles. He flexed under her touch, and she imagined she could feel the blood coursing through his body. She could definitely feel the blood coursing through her own. It heated her core, flushed her skin and made her tingle from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.
    His hands convulsed against her body, thumbs tightening beneath her breasts. Her nipples hardened almost painfully as arousal thumped its way to the apexof her thighs. She gave him her tongue, answering his own erotic invitation. A river of sound roared in her ears as he drew her to her feet, engulfing her, pressing her against his hard body.
    His touch was unique, yet achingly familiar, as if she’d been waiting for this moment her entire life. Her palms slid across his shoulders, around his neck, stroking the slick sweat of his hairline as their kiss pulsed endlessly between them.
    His hands slipped to her buttocks, pulling her against the cradle of his thighs, demonstrating the depth of his arousal and shocking her back to her senses.
    She jerked away, hands pressing against his chest, putting a barrier between them. He leaned in, trying to capture her mouth.
    “I can’t,” she gasped.
    He froze.
    “I’m…uh…” She wasn’t exactly sorry. That had definitely been the best kiss of her life. But she couldn’t take things any further. They barely knew each other. She’d only just left Hargrove. And she hadn’t come to Montana for casual sex.
    “Something wrong?” he asked.
    She tried to take a step back, but the damn chair still blocked her way. “This is too fast,” she explained, struggling to bring both her breathing and her pulse rate back under control.
    He heaved an exasperated sigh. “It was a kiss, Amber.”
    But they both knew it was more than a kiss. Then, to her mortification, her gaze reflexively flicked below his waistline.
    He gave a knowing chuckle, and she wished the floor would swallow her whole.
    “Are you blushing?” he asked.
    “No.” But she couldn’t look him in the eyes.
    “You seemed a whole lot more sophisticated when we met in the lounge,” he ventured.
    She couldn’t interpret his flat tone, so she braved a glance at his expression. Was he annoyed?
    He looked annoyed.
    She hadn’t intended to lead him on. Nor had she meant for the kiss to spiral out of control.
    Surely he could understand that.
    Or was he always so quick to leap to expectations?
    Then, an unsettling thought hit her. What if Royce hadn’t leaped to expectations in the past two minutes? What if his expectations had been there since their meeting in the lounge?
    Had she been hopelessly naive? Did he consider her a one-or two-night stand?
    “Is that why you brought me here?” she asked, watching closely, giving him the chance to deny it.
    “Depends,” he said, cocking his head and giving her a considering look. “On what you mean by that .”
    “Because you thought I’d sleep with you?”
    “It had crossed my mind,” he admitted.
    Her embarrassment turned to anger. “Seriously?”
    He sighed. “Amber—”
    “You are the most egotistical, opportunistic—”
    “Hey, you were the one who was dressed to kill and insisted on ‘taking a ride in my jet plane.’”
    “That wasn’t a euphemism for sex.”
    “Really?” He looked genuinely surprised. “It usually is.”
    Amber compressed her lips. How had she been so naive? How could she have been so incredibly foolish? Royce wasn’t some knight in shining armor. He was a charming, wealthy, well-groomed pickup