Colters' Woman by Maya Banks Page A

much as looks at you, we’ll rip off his dick and cram it down his throat.”
    She couldn’t help it. She laughed. Then she sobered. “I hope you all aren’t making a mistake.”
    He tipped up his Stetson to get a better look at her. “Are we making a mistake, Holly?”
    She flinched under his frank appraisal. “I don’t want you to be making a mistake,” she whispered. “I don’t want any of this to be a mistake.”
    “Maybe you’re rushing things,” he said. “There’s no hurry. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
    She drew comfort from his words. And maybe she had felt rushed. As if she should immediately feel right with the situation she found herself—no, that she chose to be—in. Relationships took time, even if she had a habit of hurling herself into them. It sounded as though they were more than willing to grant her time, and for that she was grateful.
    She was surprised to see they were nearing the cabin again. She’d been so deep in her thoughts that she hadn’t paid attention to their ride.
    They rode around to the back and stopped outside the barn. Ryan slid from his horse then held up a hand to help her down. She landed inches from him, his body heat reaching out and enveloping her. He smelled so damn sexy. Just like a man should. Of wood, leather and a hint of wildness.
    She placed her hand on his hard chest, unable to resist the temptation. His heat seared her palm.
    He growled low in his throat. “Let’s get the horses in before I fuck you right here in the snow.”
    Goose bumps assaulted every inch of her body. Her nipples tightened, and streaks of pleasure burned between her legs at his explicit words.
    Her hands shaking, she followed him into the barn. She watched as he groomed the horses. She imagined it was her his hands roamed over instead of the horse. Sweat beaded on her brow. She wanted him. Right here. Right now. And if she could gain the courage, what was to stop her from taking what she wanted?
     

Chapter Ten
     
    Holly’s courage deserted her halfway to Ryan. As if sensing her approach, he turned around after locking the stall. He studied her for a moment.
    “Did you want something?”
    What a question. She swallowed. Then swallowed again.
    “I want you,” she said simply.
    He flashed her a sexy, arrogant grin. “Then come get me.”
    She trembled with nervousness, but she walked slowly toward him. Her gaze focused on the bulge in his jeans, the bulge that had grown larger with her announcement. She knew precisely what she wanted to do with it. She wanted to taste it again. Like she had done before.
    With shaking hands, she reached out for the button of his jeans. She heard his quick intake of breath when she worked it free. She pulled the zipper down until she could see the band of his underwear.
    “Take it out,” she whispered. “I want to see you pull it out.”
    Somehow the image of him pulling his cock out of his pants excited her wildly. She wanted that image to come to life.
    “Get on your knees,” he rasped.
    She hastily complied, and he reached into his pants and pulled out his erection. She reached up, wanting to touch it. She curled her hands around it. It was inches from her lips, straining, hard as a rock.
    She flicked her tongue out and delicately swirled it around the broad head. He flinched and groaned then moved forward, seeking more of her mouth.
    She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and guided him toward her lips. She let him rest on her lips for the merest of seconds before sucking him gently into her mouth.
    “Ah damn, sweetheart. That’s it. Take it all.”
    His hand tangled in her hair as he gripped the back of her neck. His hips surged forward, and he thrust into her mouth.
    She delighted in the contrast of soft, smooth skin and iron hardness. He tasted exotic, all male, like he smelled. Silky fluid spilled on her tongue as he surged to the back of her throat. She wanted more. She wanted to make him come. Make him as wild