Curves and the Cowboy (BBW Romance - Coldwater Springs 1) (3 page)

“
I wish you’d
told me.” She kissed him, her words whispered against his
lips.

He groaned, holding her
tight. “So do I. It was hell wondering if you had a serious
boyfriend in Laramie and wondering if you were going to bring him
home.” He chuckled wryly. “Did you ever wonder why I
always turned up at your house when you were home for the holidays?”

She thought back
to
last Christmas when she had spied him from her bedroom window,
talking to her dad. “You bought a colt from my father seven
months ago.”

“
Yeah.” His
mouth quirked. “But the main reason I bought Midnight from
your dad was to catch a glimpse of you.”

“
Really?”
Her toes curled at the thought of Chase having feelings for her. His
confession was exciting but she still felt vulnerable at revealing
her feelings to him. She took a deep breath. “I’ve had
a crush on you for years.”

Silence hung in the
moment. An indrawn breath. His lips descended upon hers. He kissed
her with a passionate intensity that rivaled anything she had
experienced so far in her life. His arms tightened around her as if
he was never going to let her go.

Joy coursed through her
at his lips on hers and she drew ragged breaths when the kiss finally
ended.

“
I’m going to
make you mine, Sarah Grant.”

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Sarah shivered with
excitement as she shimmied into her black silky bra and matching
panties. Tonight she was having dinner at Chase’s house.
They’d been dating for three weeks, seeing each other nearly
every night since their steamy make-out session at the drive-in, but
this was the first time she’d been invited for dinner. She
just hoped it meant what she thought it meant - finally making love
with Chase.

Each time, it had been
harder to say good night at the end of the evening. After Chase’s
thrilling statement about making her his, Sarah had kept expecting
him to seduce her, but he always stopped before his good night kisses
got seriously out of control.

Sarah slipped on her
flatteringly cut, short-sleeved black dress and black strappy heels.

Maybe she should consider
getting her own place. After all, she was twenty-four and had been
living on her own in Laramie.
It
was
awkward telling her parents that she was seeing Chase
tonight and might be home
very
late. Thankfully, they hadn’t
pried or asked any difficult questions. She guessed that was a
benefit to her parents approving of the man she was dating.

After a quick check in
the mirror, Sarah picked up her purse and went downstairs. After
saying goodnight to her parents, she got into her car and drove to
Chase’s ranch, fifteen minutes away.

Sarah walked up the path
to Chase’s house and knocked, her nerves humming. It had been
almost two years since she had broken up with Peter, and though she’d
dated since then, she hadn’t been physically intimate with any
of her dates, except for a polite kiss goodnight. But she was ready
for Chase.

Making out with him at
the drive-in had seared her
senses…

The door opened and she
drank in Chase’s appearance. Dressed in black slacks and a
dark blue shirt emphasizing his blue eyes and broad shoulders, he
could pass for a romance novel cover model.

“
Come in.”
Desire gleamed in his eyes and he ushered her inside. Soft jazz
played in the background and she found her gaze drawn to the table in
the dining nook set for two. A white table cloth, flickering candles
and shining silver cutlery completed the elegant setting.

Sarah smiled. “I’m
impressed.” She reached up to kiss him, winding her arms
around his neck. Chase deepened the kiss, slanting his mouth over
hers, his hands grazing the small of her back.

When he broke away, they
were both breathing heavily. “Come into the kitchen.”
He took her hand, leading her into the neat and tidy kitchen where a
bottle of wine sat open. Chase poured them both a glass and handed
one to her.

Sarah looked into his
eyes and took her first sip of the velvety chardonnay with a hint of
vanilla in its depths. The wine slipped down her throat as she
continued to gaze at Chase, tremors of anticipation running rampant.

A delicious savory smell
wafted from the oven. She didn’t know how she was going to get
through dinner with Chase, when all she wanted to do was to be in his
arms, exploring his firmly muscled body, honed from years of physical
labor.

Maybe tonight, she would
have the chance to do more than just run her hands over those
muscles.

The silence lengthened.
Chase continued to look at her with a hungry gleam in his eye. "Um.
Something smells good.”

He smiled. “Swiss
chicken casserole.”

“
My favorite!”

“
I know. Betty
mentioned it at the diner one time.” He set his glass on the
counter before plucking her wine glass out of her hand. “Come
here, Miss Grant.”

She willingly went into
his arms, breathing in his scent that was such a part of him. He
molded her body to his sinewy frame, his hands tracing every inch of
her curves, before he dipped his head to kiss her slowly and
thoroughly.

He ended the kiss by
tracing his tongue over her lips. “I want you, Sarah.”
His eyes smoldered with desire.

“
I want you too,
Chase,” she breathed, her pulse pounding with need.

The oven bell dinged and
Chase looked at the stove ruefully before planting a fierce kiss upon
her lips. “Well, I did promise you dinner.”

Sarah was hungry when she
arrived at Chase’s house, but she found it hard
to focus
on the tasty casserole. Was he having the same problem? She ate
sparingly, aware of the sexual tension simmering in the air. Chase’s
intense gaze snared her and her hand trembled when she picked up her
wine glass.

“
Would you like
dessert?” His voice sounded like midnight velvet.

“
No, thanks.”
She tried to smile but didn’t succeed. All she wanted to do
was melt into his arms, skin to skin, lips to lips, and revel in the
desire he aroused in her.

“
Come and sit with
me on the couch.” He held out his hand to her and led her to
the large, comfy looking couch in the living room.

She sank into the soft
cushions, her thigh grazing his. Chase tilted her face and kissed
the corners of her mouth. His tongue sought entry and she parted her
lips. He gathered her to him until she sprawled
across his
lap.

Sarah clasped his broad
shoulders, leaning into the kiss, well aware of his hard manhood
pressing against her thigh. She would never be able to get enough of
Chase McCord. That he seemed to feel same way about her made her
feel as giddy as a teen.

Chase cupped the curve of
her derriere, his fingers stroking sensually. His palm slid down her
thigh until it glided under the hem of her dress. Inch, by
tantalizing inch, his large hand crept up the smooth skin of her
thigh,
reaching her lace panties.

His
fingers explored Sarah through her panties and she moaned into his
mouth. His thumb traced circles over her mound, igniting
electrifying shockwaves in her sensitive spot.
She
broke off the kiss, burying her face in his neck as his fingers
slipped under her panties and teased her damp warmth.

“
Does that
feel
good?” He almost growled as he stroked her secret nub.

“
Yes.” She
breathed against his salty skin, her hands flexing on his shoulders.
Delicious sensations coursed through her as he caressed
her
until she didn’t think she could take any more.

“
Chase!“ She
came apart in his arms, her body quivering with release.

He held her, brushing a
soft kiss on her lips and stroking her hair, allowing her to flutter
back down to earth.

Sarah gazed into his
eyes, glowing with tenderness and passion, and cupped his face,
grazing her thumb along his cheekbone.

“
I want you,
Sarah.”

“
Yes.”

She almost giggled as he
immediately swept her in his arms and strode down the hall towards
his bedroom. Barely having time to take in the dark-toned, masculine
décor before he deposited her gently on the king-sized bed,
Sarah lay back on the comfortable mattress, her heart pounding with
anticipation.

Although she'd just
climaxed, she watched Chase strip off his clothes and admired his
lean, sinewy body with growing desire. His large shaft proudly
jutted out and as he caught her downward glance, he growled, “That‘s
how much I want you.”

He crossed to the
nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms from the drawer, before
joining her on the bed. A twinge of self-consciousness flooded
Sarah. She had physical proof that Chase desired her, but he hadn’t
seen her naked. Would he truly like her curves?

His mouth claimed hers
and he eased down the zipper of her dress. Cool air wafted against
her spine. Almost reverently, Chase slid the dress off her body
until she lay before him clad in her lacy black lingerie.

He traced the curve of
her breast above her bra, sending shivers of delight radiating
through her body. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured,
brushing his hand over her breast.

Sarah’s nipples
tightened under his sensual scrutiny and she inhaled sharply as he
unsnapped her bra. Her breasts spilled out of their confinement and
Chase seared her with a look of passionate intensity that almost
stopped her heart.

He cupped her breasts,
his thumbs stroking each nipple. She clasped his taut back and
arched beneath him, luxuriating in his touch. The damp valley
between her thighs throbbed with need as he teased her breasts,
alternately pulling and tugging on her tight buds,
driving
her crazy with unfulfilled desire.

She moaned. “I
need you.” His tongue rolled around her hardened nipple.

“
Not as much as I
need you,” he rasped, before laving her other nipple.

She caressed his back,
her hands trailing lower, until they feathered over his ass.

Chase groaned and dragged
his mouth from her glistening nipple. “Sweetheart, if you do
much more of that I’m going to explode.”

She smiled, pleased she
had that kind of effect on him. She’d always thought that
Chase McCord was sex on legs, and it was gratifying to know that
right here, right now, he desired her too.

He kissed his way down
her soft stomach, his breath tickling her skin and causing her to
tremble. When he reached the silk barrier of her panties, he hooked
his thumbs into the waistband and slipped them off, the palms of his
large hands following the path of her panties, teasing her smooth
bare legs and feeding her
growing
excitement.

His fingers brushed over
her neatly trimmed mound and she pressed her hips upward, silently
begging for more. “Your body was made for me,” he
groaned. He delved his fingers inside her channel, exploring her
damp depths.

“
Please, Chase,”
she begged, desperate to feel him inside her. She’d fantasized
about this for so long, and already the reality was much, much better
than she could have ever imagined.

She caressed his hip, her
feather-light strokes gliding over his body until her hand touched
his hard shaft, grazing the tip with her finger.

Chase growled,
imprisoning her hand and holding it firmly next to her head. He
kissed her hungrily, then grabbed a condom from the night stand.
Deftly sheathing himself, he parted her soft, welcoming thighs, his
fingers teasing
her hot wet folds for an electrifying second.
In one fluid movement, he thrust into her.

Sarah wrapped her legs
around him as he surged into her, again and again. Her body
tightened and she bucked, his large manhood filling her completely.
She looked into his eyes, catching her breath as she saw the
passionate emotions burning in his dark blue gaze.

“
Come with me,
Sarah,” he rasped. He drove into her, each thrust faster and
harder than the last.

Spirals of need coiled
inside her and she cried out. Her orgasm tore through her, and her
quivering muscles clamped around him as Chase spasmed inside her.