Page 117 of Sunkissed Colorado

Kind of kidding. But… also serious.

Because no one had ever felt as right in my arms as this woman did. No one had ever made me laugh so much. Made me want to be a better man to deserve her. There was no way in hell I was going to let her go.

My thumb traced her plump lower lip, and the shadows from the fire played across her skin. The wood-smoke scent of the campfire mingled with her flowery one.

“Zandra, if I’m not being clear enough, then let me leave no doubt. I want to be your man. I want your heart. Your snarky attitude. I want this gorgeous body only for me.Onlyfor me,” I repeated, as a bolt of possessiveness shot through me at the thought of anyone else touching her. The only woman I’d ever gotten jealous over. My hand trailed down to squeeze her waist. “And I plan to keep you.”

“Those are big plans.” Her voice still sounded hoarser than usual, her shocked expression taking the bite out of her words.

“You could make it much easier for me by saying yes.”

Suddenly her arms circled my neck and her mouth pressed into mine. My hands went to grip her sides, my tongue answering hers. I loved the way Zandra kissed me like she couldn’t bear not to.

The first time we’d kissed, I’d let Z make the move. Just to know she was sure. I’d let her come to me.

But now, it was time for me to take over. Tonight wasmyshow.

I slowed the kiss, turning it more tender. Then I pulled her into my lap and stood all the way up, lifting her in my arms. “I’ve got a much more comfortable spot for this.”

Carrying her over to the truck, I set her on the tailgate and went to grab the stack of blankets I’d stowed in the backseat. I made quick work of spreading them out over the truck bed.

Then I kicked off my boots. Unlaced and took off Zandra’s shoes for her too. I kissed her slowly again, but Z was not having that. My girl needed me too much. She popped the button on my jeans, so I went ahead and kicked them off and shucked off my tee. My hat got tossed to the side, and I went to undress her next.

“Cold,” she whispered.

“You’ll be nice and warm soon.”

My fingers moved over her skin. Pushing down hershorts and sliding her top over her head. Once we were both bare, I arranged her long, dark locks so they’d be out of the way. “I’m crazy about your hair. Have I mentioned that? Just want to bury my face in it.”

She laughed as I did just that, rubbing my cheek against that silky soft texture, growling like an animal.

Then I sat back to look at her. Despite it being the peak of summer, the temperatures still dipped at night, and we weren’t quite close enough to the fire to catch much warmth against our naked skin. But the way that flickering light hit her—damn. She had never looked more stunning.

Or looked more likemine.

I’d come to know Zandra’s body in intricate ways. How she loved it when I fluttered my tongue over her nipples, then sucked harder when she really got going. How much attention to pay her less obvious erogenous zones. Like the soft skin of her belly or the delicate inner hinge of her arms.

I could almost sound poetic when it came to her. No woman but Zandra had ever inspired such thoughts in my head.

My lips kissed down along her body while my hands teased and explored. Warming her up. Getting her to relax so those feel-good chemicals would spread.

As for me, heat was scorching my veins from the inside out from how much I craved her. My cock stood up ready for duty. But he wasn’t getting any satisfaction just yet.

Well, not directly.

After I’d kissed almost every inch of her, I stretched out and rolled us so she was above me. Her hair flowed over us, tickling my skin, and her breasts pushed into my chest. I reached down to squeeze her soft, ample booty.

“Come up here and straddle me, Sunflower. Sit on my face. I want to eat you and drink you and breathe you in.”

See, what did I tell you? Poetic.

Her eyelids went half-mast with arousal, her breaths heavy. “Can’t believe how much you turn me on.”

“It’s a natural gift of mine. But now it’s only for you, baby. Get up here.”

Within seconds, she was hovering over me, positioning herself. My nostrils flared. Her scent, mingled with the smokiness of the campfire, was becoming an intoxicating mix.

“Hold on to that ledge below the rear window,” I said.