Stay With Me: BWWM Interracial Cowboy/Western Romance (Westbury Ranch Book 2) Read Online Free

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    All sane thoughts wafted out of his head and he gazed down at her. At the exact same moment, she glanced up. Her eyes were large, the pupils dilated, her lips slightly parted, and he could read straight up passion in her features. She was an angel. He couldn’t help what he did next. It wasn’t planned. In fact, he wasn’t even sure his mind had decided anything when he just reacted. Instinct, he would claim later, if she asked.
    Juston planted his lips on her, and damn it…it felt so good, so right. He should have stopped there. Should have acknowledged the contact and then backed away. That would have been the smart choice. Would have been a mistake, though. A bad and regretful mistake.
    She moaned under him. Her lips vibrating on his as the sound ripped itself from her throat.
    Shayne’s eyes closed and he gave in. He closed his own. What happened from this point on would be destiny. No stopping now, even if he’d had the willpower.
    Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him closer and he rejoiced inside. Smiling on her lips, he deepened the kiss. His large, work-roughened hands encircled her neck and held her steady, his fingertips lightly caressing the tender skin behind her ear. He felt her lean into his grasp. His thumb moved, caressing the column of her neck, where her throat met her chin. Her moan became a heartbreaking whimper. He felt relieved that the other hands had left them to take care of the fence. He wanted no other man to ever hear such a passionate sound from her again—unless it was him and she were spread out under him at the time. That soft noise had all the makings of an aphrodisiac.
    Her lips were soft and warm, and when he touched them with his tongue, her mouth parted and he dove in. Swiping his tongue through the herb-infused warmth of her mouth, he wondered idly how he could have claimed his salad was delicious. She tasted better. Much better…his pasta salad times a hundred. He could feed from her for centuries and never get bored. Such a cornucopia of sensations, flavors, and aromas. All of them exciting him, making his heart race, and his head thrum. He refused to even consider the effect of her on his erection. That was too dangerous to contemplate—led to places he too eagerly wanted to take her.
    He lost himself in the feel and touch of her mouth against his. In the feel of her so close, so wrapped up in his embrace. She was responding just as strongly as he was. Her tongue, so placid and demure, was reaching for his, chasing his as he retreated, licking his and begging him to lick her back. She shifted against him, rubbing her curves against the hard, lean planes of his body. For the first time in his life—including high school—he felt tremors in his knees and feared he might actually swoon. And ranch hands didn’t swoon. EVER. It felt as though he had literally entered heaven. As though he just died.
    Juston devoured and plundered. Shayne returned the favor. He cupped the back of her head and bent her back, cradling her smaller, but not weaker form. A strong woman. He looted, all her defenses lowered and opened in invitation. Shayne didn’t murmur a protest. Not a single hesitant hum. When he lifted his head, her eyes were glazed over. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew, without a doubt, his eyes were equally glazed.
    Damn it! What the hell did he just do?
     

 

    Chapter Three
     
    S hayne wanted to run away. It didn’t bother her that he kissed her. What made her wary was her own reaction to his touch. The moment he got his hands on her, all sane thoughts fled her mind and she melted into his arms. It made no sense to her. She’d never behaved like this with another man. Sure, there was always some sexual chemistry with men she liked, but this was way off the charts.
    She didn’t know what to do.
    Juston shook his head. “I know I shouldn’t have…” he said, with a wry smile. “But I was tempted.”
    “Why?”
    It was clearly not the