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Summer nights get steamy in Vaquero:
Cord slid one finger underneath her open jeans and lace panties, stopping when the tip of his middle finger touched her pubic hair, trimmed short from a recent bikini wax. His finger slid enticingly back and forth until she thought she’d die from anticipation.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and she arched her back so he’d have better access. He slid his finger farther down until he brushed her clit with a light-as-air caress.
“Por favor, senorita.” His husky voice sent shivers crashing over her. What was he asking her for? With a “please” thrown in? She hadn’t even touched him yet. He switched to English. “Take off your jeans.”
A hot, wet rush flooded her. “Okay. Yes.”
He helped her to stand on weak legs. With her feet inside of his thighs, she placed her hands on her waistband and slid the denim down over her hips and legs. When it reached her ankles, trapping her, she leaned forward and braced her hands on his shoulders. Lifting one foot, then the other, he tugged her jeans free and tossed them aside. Nude, except for a pair of scanty lace panties that showed more than they covered, she stood in front of him, trapped between his legs. Lifting his head, he met her eyes. Keeping their gazes locked, he hooked his thumbs in her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.
Aspen’s legs shook.
She curled her hands curled around his shoulders, her nails digging in deep.
His hands slid up with intoxicating slowness until they reached her rear, cupping it. He squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading them, then gently propelled her forward, until his nose bumped her knees.
Bending his head, he touched her kneecap with his tongue. With kisses so light she barely felt them, he explored her knees, never a spot she’d found especially erotic before. She gasped. Warmth seeped through her, weakening her bones. Unable to part her legs because of her red lace hobbles, she clenched her thighs together. He made a negative noise in his throat and slid his palms up the inside of her legs until she spread them a few inches.
Aspen bent her head and watched, unable to look away as Cord touched her. Wrapping his left hand around her ass again, he reached between her legs with his right. With his thumb, he circled her clit, brushing across it until her body wept for him. Inserting his index finger inside her, he increased the pressure on her clit until her body began to clamp around his finger. Pressing it deeper, he urged, “Venga para mi.”
Come for me.
With a soft whimper, Aspen gave in to the unbearable pleasure. Her vagina tightened. He sped up the movement of his thumb, pressing deep with his finger, until she bucked against his hand, crying out as she lost control. He nipped just inside her knee as she climaxed, shaking so hard she couldn’t have stood if he didn’t have his arms wrapped around her legs.
As her breathing slowed, she kicked her panties aside and knelt between Cord’s legs. With shaking hands, she reached for his belt buckle, but couldn’t get it free. “Take this off,” she demanded.
He obliged, and she placed her hands over his as he freed himself. Together, they undid the top button of his jeans, then slid down the zipper. She pushed the offending material aside, then peeled back his white shorts until the head of his cock appeared. She stroked the tip until it lifted, pressing against the fabric holding it prisoner.
“Do you like that?” she whispered.
“Si.” He swallowed. “Si.”
“I like it, too.” She licked her lips. “So hard.”
He groaned, fisting his hands beside him. “Quiero me—”
“Yes?” She continued to tease his penis until a drop of moisture appeared on the tip. “What do you want?”
“Quiero al carajo usted.” His voice sounded harsher than normal.
He wanted to fuck her.
For a minute Aspen faltered, biting her bottom lip. Not exactly candy, flowers, or love. But hadn’t Paloma encouraged her to come here for exactly this? To hook up? Get laid? Forget Vic Lang? Move on? She wasn’t supposed to fall in love along the way. She shoved that notion to the back of her mind. Thoughts like that would only get her hurt.
“I want you, too.”
Blurb: When Cordero Ybarra and Aspen O’Hare meet, there is an immediate attraction. But he holds his secrets close, refusing to open up about the night racial prejudice almost killed him. Aspen refuses to trust Cord—or any man. She’s been abandoned one too many times. When another woman lies and says Cord wouldn’t take responsibility for a child they created together, Aspen believes Cord is a deadbeat just like her father. It is only after she uncovers the truth that Aspen realizes Cord is nothing like the men who’ve deserted her before. When an immigrant worker is hanged by the same two crazies who branded him, Cord sees the truth. The shame he’s carried about being the victim of a hate crime is going to cost him the woman he loves if he can’t let go of his past.
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