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Night Ride
by Desiree Holt
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: He'd been leaving a flower every day for the past month on Lily Ryan's desk in her office at Hellfire Ranch. Just one single lily. No name, no card. Any one of the cowboys working the ranch could have left it. Or could it be the man she'd lost her heart to? And now he'd left an invitation for a night of erotic adventure. Could she accept an offer of forbidden pleasure from a total stranger when her heart belonged to another? Could she take a chance that this Night Ride might lead to everything she desires? Or would she be stepping into a danger greater than she's ever known?
eBook Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Inc./Scarlet Rose, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: February 2008
 
118 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [49 KB]
Words: 10319
Reading time: 29-41 min.
"Please stay." His voice was merely a breath on the air. "I want to make love to you. To eat every inch of your body like it's an exotic treat. To do things with you and to you that I don't want with any other woman. And I want you to trust me. I want you to give yourself to me because you believe I would never hurt you." Her heart turned over at his words and in that instant she made her decision. She was willing to take the chance that this was Ridge. That this meant he truly wanted her. Her pulse rate picked up as anticipation suddenly raced through her system. "A-all right. I'll stay." She wet her lips. "I'll give you the trust you ask for. And believe you when you say you mean me no harm." "Good," he said in that barely audible voice. "You won't be sorry." His hand moved over her hips, across her abdomen, then crept beneath the thin material of the dress to touch her cunt. One long finger traced her slit and teased at the entrance to her wet sheath. She was embarrassed to realize she was already seeping juices, cream that trickled onto her thighs and coated his fingers. "I knew you'd be responsive. I've dreamed about touching you, about sliding my fingers inside your pussy, about fucking you in more ways than you can imagine." She began to tremble, as much from his touch as from his words. A thousand erotic images raced across the canvas of her mind, images of her and Ridge, nude, exploring a world of sensuality. His warm fingers slipped from her slick sheath, and strong hands pulled her against him. She clutched at his biceps, feeling the corded muscles bunch and flex beneath her fingers. His swollen cock pressed against her through the denim fabric restraining it, and he gave a soft groan. When his mouth touched hers, the kiss was beyond her expectations, heady like fine, aged cognac that reeled the senses. He sipped from her as if he were drinking a rare nectar. His lips were warm and firm, his tongue a live wire probing the seam of her mouth and pressing its way inside. One hand captured her head, slanting it to accommodate him as he nipped her lips, tasted her, drew out her tongue to duel with his. They were both breathless when at last he lifted his head. He held her tight against him, his arms hard and strong. "I have to see you," he whispered as he bunched the soft material of her dress and pulled it upwards. "All of you."
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