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Today, I’m giving you an excerpt from my very first cowboy book. Ride a Cowboy was released in February 2006 by Ellora’s Cave and has since appeared in two print compilations.
From The Romance Studio: “…Ooooh is this hot! So very descriptive in the sheer need to be loved, to be not only desired sexually by the other. Proving to Katelyn that all men aren’t like her ex, Daniel gives of himself without any hesitation. What a man! This is a keeper, fellow readers, and not just for those dedicated “sexy cowboy” fans.”
From Romance Divas: “…This is one book I could not put down from beginning to end!…I have to compliment Ms. Devlin on her writing prowess. She roped this reviewer with her playground of words, expertise of emotional perception, and exceptional writing ability.”
Katelyn Carter came to rural Texas to lick her wounds and start over after her failed marriage, but a sexy young cowboy seems determined to show her that love is still in the cards for this single librarian.
Sheriff’s deputy Daniel Bodine answers a 911 call to remove a rattlesnake from his new neighbor’s bedroom. What he finds is an embarrassed Katelyn, dressed in little more than her pretty pink blushes. One little omission later, and he’s working for the lady as her handyman.
Burned once by a man, Katelyn fights her growing attraction but finds Daniel more temptation than she can resist. When he shows her he knows his way around a woman’s body as well as he does a hammer and a saw, she takes a walk on the nasty side, vainly hoping she can keep her heart free of entanglement
Daniel’s chest rose and his jaw tightened. His thumb pressed inside her mouth and she sucked it. With a sharply drawn breath, he bored his gaze into hers. “Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you, Katelyn.”
He’d said the words—torn away the flimsy barrier between unspoken yearning and surrender. She shook her head. “I…can’t.”
His hands cupped her face, gentle and reverent, as he leaned closer. His breath was sweet and brushed her lips first, prompting her to open her mouth. When his lips slid over hers, he murmured and closed his eyes.
Now, Katelyn had shared many kisses in her life. But Daniel’s tasted sweeter, made her feel cherished, even beautiful. His fingers threaded through her hair and he pulled her head closer for a deeper joining.
She stood still, letting the sensation of his mouth, pressing and molding hers, draw heat like a small, smoldering ember into a flame that licked over the places he hadn’t yet touched—her breasts, her pussy…her heart.
He raised his head, dragging in a deep breath. “I should go.”
“Yes, you should,” she whispered, staring into his heated gaze. Katelyn stood at a crossroads, her destination hers alone to choose. Her body yearned for more of his soft caresses, but she wasn’t sure she was strong enough not to want more.
Contrary to what her mind was thinking, she lifted her hand and placed it on his chest, molding her palm to fit the curve of hard muscle that flexed as she caressed.
His body went rigid beneath her touch. “Be sure,” he rasped, his chest rising and falling faster.
Be sure? Kate wasn’t sure of anything except she needed to be touched, filled—by Daniel. Katelyn stepped closer, aligning herself, chest to hip with his body. In an instant, stinging delight drew her nipples into tighter, distended points. She swallowed and lifted her gaze to his. “This doesn’t mean a thing,” she said, her voice tight. “I don’t want you to tell me sweet lies and this isn’t about forever.”
His nostrils flared and his head dipped, his lips hovering above hers. “Katelyn darlin’, who said anything about forever? What about just having fun?”
Torn between excitement and a dampening, perverse disappointment, Katelyn rose on her toes to close the distance between their mouths. This is what I want—all I want.
She believed the lie when his hands closed around her hips to hold her still while he pressed the ridge growing beneath his zipper into her belly. She rose higher, straining closer to his hardness.
He broke the kiss and pushed her away, his gaze burning. “Turn around and face the wall.”
Katelyn’s eyes widened and her body thrilled to the curtness of his tone. She thought she’d craved a softer, more romantic joining all these years, but the electric excitement, prickling every erogenous zone she possessed, said her body was delighted at his coarse command. With deliberate, breathless slowness, she turned away.
“Put your hands against the wall.” His voice was closer, stirring her hair.
Katelyn shivered and braced her hands against the wall, and then waited, her heart pounding so hard she heard her own heartbeat in her ears. The tips of her breasts pressed achingly against her bra. Moisture dampened the crotch of her panties.
She jerked when his hands gripped the notches of her hips and a leg slipped between hers. He nudged her feet, one at a time, until they were shoulder width apart.
Her breaths were shallow, her excitement rising. Although fully clothed, every part of her was accessible, open for him to explore. Where will he start? Should I tell him where I need his touch next? Instead, she bit her lip.
Daniel’s hands slid around her belly and slipped beneath her T-shirt. The heat from his palms and the scrape of his calluses set her stomach quivering.
“Easy now,” he whispered, his body pressing closer to her back. His fingers found the clasp of her bra and opened it. The cups parted over her breasts, and in the next breath he held both mounds, squeezing her gently.
Katelyn moaned and pressed harder into his hands, gasping when he thumbed an aching nipple. Her head fell back against his shoulder and his lips slid along her cheek to her jaw and neck as he massaged her breasts, kneading until she whimpered, weak with delight.
“Easy,” he whispered. One hand slid down her belly to the top of her shorts and his fingers crept under the waistband, flattening against her stomach until he reached her curls.
His hand rubbed in drugging circles, until she thought she’d scream if he didn’t reach deeper. “Please, please, touch me,” she whispered.
“Yes, ma’am.” The snap opened and the zipper rasped, and then his fingers slid inside her shorts to cover her sex. His fingers swirled in the wetness seeping from within her, and one long, thick finger slipped between her lips to push just an inch inside her pussy.
Katelyn’s whole body trembled and her knees gave way. If not for the arm clamped around her belly, she’d have melted to the floor.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice harsh now.
A question she’d never been asked and hadn’t the capability to answer, she was so carried away with the feelings swamping her body and mind. A strangled, “Inside me,” was all she could manage.
“Put your foot up on the box.”
“Box?” she parroted and looked down, surprised to see the wooden case with her silverware on the floor. She lifted a foot and the distance and angle of her stance opened her further.
His fingers reached deeper into her clothing.
Katelyn sucked in a breath and her belly, dying by inches for him to touch the part of her that wept and clenched.
Fingers combed through the short curls, tugging gently, easing, then tugging harder, until her abdomen trembled again.
“Like that, do you?” he rumbled.
“Uhnnn,” she moaned, but she widened her legs again, inviting him deeper between her legs.
When at last his fingertips scraped her wet, outer labia, she arched, her hands leaving the wall in front to reach behind her. She needed an anchor, his body to touch. She found his shoulders and neck and draped her body across his front, her bottom rubbing his erection.
One large, rough hand squeezed her breast harder, while the other delved deeper until he parted her and rubbed around her opening, rimming her vagina.
Katelyn’s pussy tingled and quivered, and her hips moved forward and back as she silently begged him to enter her.
Then his whole hand cupped her, warming her cunt, two fingers sliding deep. Liquid gushed from inside her to coat the thick digits and seep beyond to soak his hand. “Katelyn,” he said, the word sounding like he’d dragged it from deep inside his chest. “You’re so damn wet. Do you know how much I want to taste you?”
Her heart pounded, her throat closing against a sudden rush of emotion. In all the years of her marriage, her husband’s voice had never held that note of anguished desire—for her. A sob escaped, and he murmured against her hair, the hand cuddling her breast released it, pulling out of her shirt. Gently, he turned her face upward.
Her cheeks flushed hot and her eyelids dipped. She felt drugged, surrounded, overwhelmed. Her heart beat in her ears to join the sound of her shallow breaths and the wet, succulent sounds below as he drew lush excitement from her body. Her channel convulsed as the moment built, pulsing, clenching around his fingers.
He twisted and stroked, deeper and deeper—three fingers filling her now.
Then a rising blackness overcame her. Her whole world exploded in sliding caresses and the pumping of her hips. She cried out, unable to hold the sound inside.
“That’s it, baby. God! You’re so beautiful.”
When she opened her eyes, his were closed tight, his nostrils flaring. She felt the ridge of his cock grinding into her bottom, and she knew pleasuring her had caused him pain. “Daniel?”