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  Libby had certainly been kissed before. She’d at least passed the shy virgin stage. Not that any sex she’d experienced had been something to write home about. But other kisses compared to this about as much as a match compared to a volcanic explosion. His mouth was soft on hers at first, lips brushing lips, his hands holding her head in place for him. Then his tongue swept over her bottom lip and without thinking, she opened for him. And the explosion became an earthquake of epic proportions.

  His tongue singed every inch of her mouth, licking and touching, burning her with his heat. His tongue glided over hers, coaxing it into an erotic dance. Her breasts felt heavy and the pulse in her cunt was beating like a jungle drum. She lost all sense of time and place, nothing existing except her and this man and their mouths fused together. The kiss went on for so long she forgot to breathe. Forgot anything except this.

  He moved his body closer to hers, his lean, muscular body with its very thick erection pressing against her, hot and hard.

  One of his hands slipped down and found its way under her sweater. Then his fingers were sliding up her rib cage and grazing the side of one breast. He closed over it as he eased his mouth to the side, trailing kisses along her jawbone and down her neck.

  “Cody?” she breathed, her heart beating a mile a minute.

  “Mm hmm?” He still showered kisses everywhere, his hand squeezing her breast, his thumb chafing her nipple through the satin of her bra.

  “What are we doing here?”

  “If I have to explain it then you really have led a sheltered life.” His voice sounded strangled.

  “I mean I know what we’re doing. But—”

  He continued to tease her nipple while his other hand stroked her cheek. “I’ve wanted to do this since you took off your coat on the plane and I got a look at this very tempting body of yours.”

  “Tempting? Really?” Libby wished there was light so she could see his face.

  “Oh, yeah.” He brushed his mouth over hers. “Tempting, mouthwatering and a whole lot of other adjectives I can’t even think of because right now my brain is so scrambled.”

  He took the kiss even deeper this time, his tongue hotter, his touch on her breast even more exquisite. When he tore his mouth away, her entire body thrummed with need and she wasn’t sure her legs would hold her much longer.

  “Libby?” His mouth was at her ear, her tongue tracing circles that made her shiver.

  “Um?”

  “Come to my room with me. Please?”

  What? Go to his room?

  “B-But what about our dates? Our one-night stands?”

  “Nobody’s hooked us up with them yet, and there wasn’t anything against being with other guests.” He nipped her ear lobe. “Please, darlin’. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it.” Another nip. “You said you wanted an adventure, Libby. Have one with me. Please?”

  No one had ever desired her like this. Or turned her on so much. For a moment she thought about saying no, but the devil in her brain said, Dummy. Do it. Now.

  “O-Okay.”

  His hands tightened on her. “That’s a yes? For real?”

  “You’d better hurry before I change my mind.”

  Libby didn’t think even a minute passed before they were in the elevator, up to the third floor and in Cody’s room. He flicked the switch by the door, turning on the two lamps on either side of the bed.

  “Wait,” he said, tugging her over to the side of the bed. “Don’t move.”

  Libby trembled with a mixture of need and anxiety, but she stood where she was while Cody raced into the bathroom and returned holding a small box. He slapped it down on the nightstand.

  “So I don’t have to go looking at an inconvenient time. Now.” He stood in front of her, his eyes looking directly into hers. “I’m so hard I could hammer fence posts, but I want to take my time, darlin’. I want to enjoy this.”

  Cody had to force himself to go slow when he really wanted to rip Libby’s clothes off, toss her down on the bed and bury himself in her luscious body. But she deserved more than that and he wanted to savor every moment. Very slowly he raised the hem of her sweater, tugging it up and over her head. He swallowed a gasp when he saw the swell of her full breasts barely contained by the insubstantial satin of her bright red bra, the same color as her sweater. He ran the tip of one finger over her creamy skin, back and forth, the feel of her so soft and full.

  “C-Could you maybe turn down the lamp?” she asked again, making a move to cross her arms over her breasts.

  “No, I could not. I want to see every gorgeous inch of you.” Man, that’s an understatement.

  “But I’m…I’m not….”

  He hated the look on her face and wanted to punch out every man who’d ever put it there. “Libby, I don’t care who or what you were before you got on that plane, but right now you are the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen. The kind of woman I dream about at night. So from now on there’s one rule.” He touched the tip of her nose. “No apologizing for yourself. Okay?”

  “But—”

  “No buts. This is your adventure. Okay? Say it.”

  “O-Okay.”

  “Good.”

  Reaching behind her, he opened the clasp and removed her bra, tossing it onto a nearby chair. The sight of her naked breasts took his breath away. They were so full and round, her nipples so dark and rosy. He took each of them between thumb and forefinger, pinching them lightly before taking first one then the other into his mouth. He sucked each one thoroughly, tightening his lips around it, grazing it with his teeth and then soothing it with his tongue. Each bud puckered and swelled beneath his touch, the feel of them heating his blood and kicking up his pulse.

  Libby stood exactly where he’d placed her, hands gripping his upper arms to anchor herself. He took the time to lick the swell of her breasts and trail his tongue through the valley between them. Then he kissed the hollow of her throat where her pulse hammered like that of a wild mare. When he licked the slender column of her neck, her breathing ratcheted up a notch.

  Before he could lose it altogether, he dropped his hands to her slacks, unfastened the button, and lowered the zipper. Kneeling in front of her, he pushed the fabric down to her ankles, revealing a thong that matched her bra. It barely covered what he could tell immediately was a carefully waxed and trimmed pussy.

  Oh, sweet Jesus.

  His hands shook slightly as he helped her out of her shoes and brushed away the puddle of fabric her slacks collapsed into. Then very slowly, like unwrapping a gift, he tugged down the thong, eyes fastened hungrily on the beautiful little cunt it revealed. Yup. Waxed, with just a thin line of hair running down each lip. Holy shit! He didn’t know where to look first—her nicely rounded, little tummy, her warm thighs, or the sweet pussy right in front of his face.

  With his thumbs he opened her labia and stared at the slick, pink flesh. He wondered if he drooled, but how could that be possible when his mouth felt dry as dust? Giving in to temptation, he drew the tip of his tongue the entire length of her slit, down and back up again, pausing only to swirl around the bud of her clit. She tasted so sweet and the scent of her arousal drove him crazy.

  “Ohhhhh.”

  The sound whispered from her mouth, sweeping through him like electricity. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her body trembled beneath his touch. Rising to his feet, he yanked the covers back and placed her carefully on the bed, his eyes never leaving her as he made quick work of his boots and clothing. Then he was on the bed, kneeling between her thighs, spreading them wide to accommodate him and feasting on her pussy again.

  Libby was so responsive. Every lick of his tongue, every brush of his breath across her skin brought more of the little whimpers of pleasure from her. He opened her to him, thrusting his tongue inside and rasping her clit with his thumb again and again.

  She poured into his mouth, her juices flowing while her pussy contracted around his tongue, as he drank from her. When her body tens
ed as her orgasm drove up through her, he moved his hands to her hips, holding her tightly, working her as the ripples increased and finally, the shudders tore through her, convulsing her. The whimpers became one long, low moan, vibrating from her throat.

  He rode her through it, lapping and sucking until she lay limp and trembling in his hands. Then, when he was at the point of exploding himself, he rose to his knees, fished a condom from the box, rolled it on and lifted her with his hands beneath her buttocks.

  “I’ve been thinking about this all night,” he told her in a hoarse voice.

  Cody wanted to drive into her, but worried about hurting her. He knew she’d be wet and relaxed from her climax, but he’d discovered just how tight she was. He entered her carefully, in one long, slow glide. When he was fully inside her, his balls touching the curve of her ass, he drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  Holy shit!

  Her sweet, sweet cunt was so snug around him, hot and tight. He looked down at Libby spread out beneath him, her skin flushed a rosy pink from her climax, her nipples a deep rose, her lips kiss-swollen and her eyes heavy-lidded. Cody knew for sure he’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Hold your breasts for me, Libby,” he rasped out. “Do it. Please.”

  Hesitantly at first then more boldly, she cupped her breasts and lifted them toward him.

  “Good.” He swallowed. Hard. “Hold on, darlin’. I’m taking us on the ride of our lives.”

  Bracing his hands on either side of her, he moved, thrusting in and out of her, slow at first to let her adjust to the feel of him then faster and harder, his balls slapping against her with each plunge. He hung onto the frayed edges of his control as long as he could, trying to give her time to be fully aroused again. Finally, he moved one hand between them to find her clit and rubbed it in rhythm with his strokes in and out of her.

  Just at the point where he was sure he couldn’t hold onto it any longer, she pulsed around him. One final push and he took them both over the cliff, falling into space, bodies shuddering in the intensity of the shared orgasm.

  Libby’s hands fell away from her breasts to her sides and Cody collapsed forward, barely catching himself on his forearms. His chest heaved and his heart threatened to hammer out of his chest. The only sound in the room was the rough in and out sawing of breath as they tried to gather themselves.

  When he could move without falling down, Cody eased from her body and headed into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Libby was in exactly same position he’d left her except one arm lay across her eyes. He slipped into bed next to her, sliding one arm beneath her head to cradle her and uncovered her eyes.

  “Libby? Libby, look at me, darlin’.”

  When she opened her eyes he saw so many things reflected in them, but at least none of them were regret. He didn’t think he could have stood that. But one of the things he did see was the same depth of emotion that was roiling inside of him. Maybe he hardly knew much about her, but he knew one very important thing. They clicked. Silently. On every level. They might have some very serious talking to do in the morning. Because he sure planned to keep her in his bed until then.

  Chapter Three

  Libby lay comfortably in Cody’s arms, loving the feel of them around her. Lying like that, cuddled together, they talked at length. Cody shared his situation with her, stressing both his deadline and how much the ranch meant to him. Libby told him about growing up heavy, getting heavier, winning the lottery and using the money to give herself a new start in life.

  “So you’re basically footloose and free right now?” Cody asked.

  “Absolutely. I don’t even know what I’m going to do next. But I’m good financially for a while so I’m going to take my time.”

  As they talked, he worked his magic on her, playing with her nipples, skimming his hand along her tummy, toying with her clit over and over until she’d become so aroused she wanted him again.

  He kissed the edge of her ear and nibbled the lobe. “I know this is how we got here, but right now I sure do wish I hadn’t already made this commitment with 1Night Stand,” he grumbled. “And that you hadn’t, either.”

  “Why?” She turned to look at him.

  “Because I think we’ve got something really good here, darlin’. Even in this short of a time I’d have no hesitation about putting a ring on your finger.”

  Her heart tripped and stuttered. He wanted her. And not just for quick sex. “But you just met me. What if you ended up not liking me?”

  “Not a chance. I always go with my gut instinct and my gut tells me this is right.”

  If only.

  Because she felt the same way. She’d waited all her life to meet someone like him. No, to meet him. She wasn’t sure she could stand to see him with another woman. Or find herself with another man. Bummer.

  “What about you?” he asked.

  She drew in a breath and let it out. “I’d marry you in a minute, Cody. But we still have commitments,” she reminded him, “and we need to honor those. I’m not even sure how we’d get out of them.”

  “I know, I know,” he grumbled.

  “Maybe they won’t work out.”

  “Maybe.” Then he smiled. “But at least we still have the rest of tonight.”

  Oh, yes.The rest of the night and with a man who thought her body was perfect. Thought she was perfect.

  He rolled to his back and lifted her until she was astride him, his recovered cock bobbing against her pussy. He ran his hands over her thighs, down and up again, his eyes darkening as he did. “I love every one of your curves,” he told her in a thick voice. “I wish I had some talent as an artist so I could paint you in the nude.”

  “You’re very good for my ego, you know.”

  “It’s just the damn truth. I can tell you I’d never get tired of looking at you. Ever. Your naked body really turns me on.”

  Her breath rasped as heat quickened within her. “Same goes.”

  He wrapped his fingers around his cock and rubbed it against her clit then down her slit. “You’re wet.” His voice was gravelly, thick with desire. “And ready.”

  “Yes.” She could barely get her breath.

  He grabbed another condom and rolled it on quickly. Then he lifted her just enough to center himself on her and slid her down on his swollen shaft until she’d taken all of him.

  “Ride me, Libby,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Take me on that wild adventure with you.”

  This was new to her. None of the men she’d been with had been interested in more than one time in the missionary position. But it excited her, and with Cody’s hands on her hips to guide her, she caught the rhythm. Soon they were moving in sync, his cock hot and thick inside her. Slower than the first time, not as desperate but stretched out, ripples turning into tremors and tremors finally turning into spasms. Her muscles contracted around him, milking him, as the ride went on and on. And then, like a slow train picking up speed, the orgasm built and built until it rolled over them like wild thunder.

  She fell forward on his chest, dragging air into her lungs, her head tucked under his chin. His heart jackhammered against her chest and it was such a nice, solid feeling. She turned her head toward the wall of windows that looked out on the surrounding snowcapped mountains. They had opened the drapes earlier to take advantage of the view.

  “It’s so clear out there,” she murmured. “Almost like a scene from a painting.”

  At that moment they heard the peal of the church bells that rang twice daily, so loud they could hear them wherever they were. Even with doors and windows closed.

  “Midnight,” he commented.

  “The start of a new day.”

  “Not until the morning.” His hands idly caressed her back. “You’re mine until the sun comes up. And I’m going to make love to you at least one more time.”

  He pulled her head to him and pressed his mouth to hers, his lips warm and firm, his tongue hot and demanding. And she melted into him.
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  Cody put his coffee cup down and looked across the table at Libby. She’d been quiet during breakfast, and he hadn’t felt like talking much himself. He had the nervous, edgy feeling he got when something was about to fall apart, and he was sure he knew what it was. Last night—all of last night—had been spectacular. They fit like two pieces of the same whole, but they had commitments and no idea how to get out of them. Or even if they could. After all, they were among those with special invitations to the Christmas week and fancy ball.

  Tomorrow night?

  Holy shit!

  “Do you realize it’s Christmas Eve?” he asked.

  “It is?” Libby stared at him. “You’re kidding. How could I forget something like that?”

  “Didn’t you have people to buy presents for?”

  She shrugged, a delicate movement that tantalized him. “My parents are on a cruise and my sister and brother-in-law are in Jamaica. I sent them all cards.”

  “Nice holiday traditions,” he said wryly.

  “We’ve never been much on those.”

  He couldn’t miss the sadness in her voice and he hated it. He’d spent every Christmas with his parents and Uncle Cesar and the ranch hands and their families. “Not even a Christmas tree?”

  She did the little shrug thing again. “I usually get a small one for my apartment, but this year I just didn’t see the need for it. By the time I get back Christmas will be over.”

  Me, too. And I hope to hell I’m engaged. I just hope my 1Night Stand is half the woman this one is.

  “We’re in a mess, aren’t we?” He reached across the table and took her hand in his.

  “Maybe our “arrangements” will fall through,” she laughed.

  “Or we could try explaining what happened and beg out of them.”

  “There’s a thought.”

  The waiter had just refilled their coffee cups when a lodge staff member wearing a Santa cap and carrying letter-sized envelopes approached their table.

  “Miss Morris? Mr. Alvarez?”