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He slammed his mouth over hers and backed her up against the closest wall. The door hung open behind them, and damn if he cared.

Claiming her kisses, her sweet, seductive sounds, was the only driving force inside him right now.

To hell with Forest, her daddy, the ranch and the men who worked it.

He was going to feast on this woman in his arms until they were both satisfied.

Then he would make that call to Ross Wynton and walk away—tonight, if he could tear himself away from Meadow’s bed before dawn crested the mountain.

Pushing his cock into the crux of her drew a groan from both of their lips. She parted for his questing tongue. Over and over again, he sank into her, tasting, exploring, stealing moans from her.

She knocked his hat off his head and dug her fingers into his hair, twisting. “Please!”

“Tell me to walk away. Tell me to leave.”

She lifted her head, eyes revealing the stunned fear at such a suggestion. “Take me to bed, cowboy.”

An animalistic noise burst out of him. He wasn’t going to make it to bed with her. He had to have her here—now.

His cock was stiff and aching, the tip slick with precum. And judging by the heat between her legs, she was soaking for him too.

In a hasty move, he let her slide down his body. As soon as her toes touched the hardwood floor, he spun her.

Pinned her to the wall.

In rough jerks of his hands, he opened his fly and pulled out his cock. Sliding aside the panties she wore took precious seconds he couldn’t wait on.

His hands shook as he guided his cock to her drenched opening.

“Say my name. Now!”

“Colton!”

In one hard shove, he filled her to the hilt. His balls nestled against the ripe peach of her ass.

Her roughened cry brought him crashing back to reality.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispered against the shell of her ear.

She twisted her head to look at him. “No. Never. Fuck me, Colton!”

Driven by their own need, his hips swung back. His length slipped through her clenching heat clear to the tip…

Then he slammed home once more.

She arched her back. Ground into his cock.

He palmed her luscious ass cheeks apart and sank even deeper. Her pleasured cries filled the air. Unable to stop touching her for even a minute, he ran his hands up and down her curves, tugging the tormenting little scrap of silk she was wearing upward and then finally cupping her bare breasts and using them as leverage to fuck her.

He jerked her into his cock. She writhed on it.

This was so wrong.

Yet so right.

The contradiction had no rhyme or reason. In his lust-hazed mind, he could have her or die.

Her pussy suddenly clamped down on his stiff cock—hard.