Darkening eyes shift between his narrowed gaze and his mouth, mirth teasing the corners of her lips.
She's the captured mustang, and he just knocked down the whole damn pen.
Tilting her head, pushing back her hat, she steals a kiss. It's slow and thorough, answering his every challenge. She pushes him to the bed, hovering over his body.
"I think I can manage that."
Her smile is molasses. The leather tie from her hat traces his windpipe; hair, breasts, ghosting over his skin. This kiss is rougher, though no less thorough. Her teeth drag at his lip when she pulls away, voice husky.
"Don't. Move."
He doesn't reject the outlaw, and so the outlaw is what he will get. Rope, and grit, and steel; strong hands, and strong thighs. She wanted to know what made him tick, and so she'll draw the answers out of him with every inch of her body.
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She's the captured mustang, and he just knocked down the whole damn pen.
Tilting her head, pushing back her hat, she steals a kiss. It's slow and thorough, answering his every challenge. She pushes him to the bed, hovering over his body.
"I think I can manage that."
Her smile is molasses. The leather tie from her hat traces his windpipe; hair, breasts, ghosting over his skin. This kiss is rougher, though no less thorough. Her teeth drag at his lip when she pulls away, voice husky.
"Don't. Move."
He doesn't reject the outlaw, and so the outlaw is what he will get. Rope, and grit, and steel; strong hands, and strong thighs. She wanted to know what made him tick, and so she'll draw the answers out of him with every inch of her body.