Page 14 of Forbidden Cowboy

My hands trail a path up his bare chest. His woodsy ranch smell is a familiar scent I will never get enough of. It will always leave me wanting more.

“Hope —” His voice battles objection and want. The fear, desire, and lust mirror my own emotions.

“Levi.” I rise to the tips of my toes, pressing our bodies closer together. “No one’s here to tell us what we should and shouldn’t be feeling. To remind us you’re a Wilde and I’m a Fox.” I nibble on his scruffy chin. “It’s just you and me.”

The tips of his fingers dig through the material of my dress. “We can’t—”

“We can.” I lightly graze my lips across his. Tender. Barely a touch.

“We shouldn’t—”

I guide one of his hands to my breast. “Then walk away.”

It’s what he’s best at.

His groan turns into a moan as his mouth claims mine in a strong and forceful kiss.

Chapter Four

LEVI

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FUCKING DELICIOUS.

I press my tongue between her lips to dance with her tongue. It’s an easy dance to do. Perfectly in sync and yet a decision I’m sure to regret come morning.

I don’t have to ignore everything inside me screaming no because the second her lips touched mine, Hope Fox is the only thing invading my thoughts.

I wrap my arm under her derrière and pick her up. Her legs naturally coil my middle like they’ve always belonged there. Her arms snake around my neck, knocking my Stetson off. Her fingertips dig through my hair and into my scalp. Our teeth click between scorching hot, wet kisses. Her warm scent of vanilla and fresh-squeezed oranges fills my nostrils. I’ve been avoiding oranges for years to forget how goddam good she smelled. Now, I nuzzle her neck and never want to forget.

My back bumps into a coat rack. I think. The object falls over with a loud crash.

“Shit,” I curse.

She giggles against my mouth. “Where are you taking me?”

“Right fucking here.”

I squeeze her butt cheeks before I pin her against a wall. My hands rake her dress up to slide under her bra. I gently rub her stiff nipples and swallow her pleasurable moan. I’ve fantasizedabout this moment more nights than not. And nothing could prepare me for this woman's sweet and luscious taste. The softness of her supple skin. How much I fucking want her.

I trail kisses over her jawline, throat, and to the top of her breasts.

“Too many clothes.” Her arms raise, waiting for me to lift the dress over her head. I release her, and she slowly slides to her feet. I strip off the dress. I unclip her bra and cup both breasts in my hand. I suck her nipples and tease them, gently biting.

“Your turn.” She yanks on the edge of my T-shirt.

In a swift motion, I rip the shirt over my head. I don’t give a shit where it lands or if I ever see it again.

While my hands work at unbuckling my belt, her hot lips brand her mark against my chest. Her tongue flicks and tastes my nipple. A hissing noise escapes my gritted teeth. She’s driving my body fucking insane.

I release my pants and push them down with haste. My briefs follow.

I want to be inside her, but there’s one tiny piece of clothing still between us.

I glide Hope’s panties down her legs, kissing every part of her I can on the way down. I stop at her sensitive middle. She moans, arching against the wall and gripping the sides of my head, pulling me closer to her.

She steps out of her panties. They land where they land.