âI want to be inside you, Matty,â Sebastian pleaded
He didnât care that he sounded desperate. He was desperate. âPlease get theââ
âYes,â Matty murmured, taking a condom from the drawer.
âNow, Matty,â he said hoarsely, battling for control as she put the condom on. Then the mattress shifted and she rested her hands on his shoulders. He opened his eyes and looked up into hers. Bracketing her waist with both hands, he held her gaze as he guided her down. Her eyes were luminous. He knew heâd never forget the way they looked at this moment.
Easy. Slow. There. He drew in a sharp breath. So good. He couldnât imagine it getting any better than this. âRide me, Matty,â he whispered urgently.
Lips parted, eyes bright, she did just that, giving him the trip of his life. There was no holding back. Stunned by the impact, he couldnât hear anything beyond the pounding of his heart. Then a high-pitched noise penetrated the haze surrounding him. It sounded like a babyâs cry. His baby.
Dear Reader,
As much as I adore cowboys, I also love torturing the sexy rascals. In my new miniseries, THREE COWBOYS & A BABY, each of them thinks heâs the father of the same darling baby girl, which makes for some very tense moments. Cowboys. Theyâre so cute when theyâre angry.
First up is Sebastian Daniels. Sebastian has a tough time adjusting to the idea that the bundle of joy left on his doorstep might be his bundle of joy. But once he latches on to the concept, he wonât be denied. Unfortunately for him, his good buddy Travis Evans stakes a claim to the baby in Two in the Saddle, available in May. In Booneâs Bounty, a June release, Sebastianâs loyal friend Boone Connor insists the little girl definitely belongs to him. Three men. One baby. Could it get any more complicated?
Yes. Because thereâs a fourth cowboyâNat Grady. For the thrilling conclusion of this miniseries, Iâm stepping out of Temptation and into the realm of Single Titles. Donât miss Thatâs My Baby! in September.
Warmly,
Vicki Lewis Thompson
âCOME ON, SEBASTIAN, HONEY.â Charlotte eased back from his kiss and reached for the zipper of his fly. âShow little olâ Charlotte whatâs inside those Wranglers.â
Sebastian grabbed her hand and moved it aside. Damned if he liked having a woman set the pace. Besides, itâd been a long time, and he couldnât have her fumbling around when he wasnât sure how good his control would be. âWeâll get to that,â he muttered.
âHow sweet.â She nibbled at his bottom lip as she flicked open a snap on his western shirt. âYouâre shy. I never wouldâve guessed youâd be shy after being married to Barbara.â She popped another snap open. âIs that why you cooked me that special dinner, served us wine and built a fire in the fireplace, so youâd get over being nervous?â
His jaw clenched. âIâm not nervous. I just like toââ
âMe, too, honey.â She ripped the rest of the buttons open and plunged her tongue halfway down his throat.
Hell, he was getting worked up, and heâd just figured out he didnât like Charlotte all that much. He believed you should at least like a woman you intended to take to bed. Heâd liked her okay every time heâd seen her behind her desk at Colorado Savings and Loan. And spring was coming on, the season of the year he always felt the most like plantingâ¦something. In another month heâd be thirty-five years old and he could feel time passing. But maybe inviting Charlotte out to the ranch had been a bad idea.
She moaned and shoved her D-cups against his chest. âUndress me,â she whispered before delving into his mouth again. The woman had a tongue like a backhoe. But those D-cups did tempt him. They were two of the items that had caught his interest in the first place. And as his friends had been telling him, he had to start somewhere if he expected to get back in the hunt.
Still, if itâd been left up to him, he probably wouldnât have moved the evening along quite this fast. It didnât seem to be up to him, however, and if he didnât do something manly soon sheâd be insulted. He unfastened the delicate top button of her blouse, pleased that he hadnât lost the technique.
With the way her chest was heaving, he needed all the technique he could remember to unbutton her blouse and unfasten the front latch on her bra. Heâd had easier times taking the bucking strap off a bronc. But at last he had clear access, and he had to admit she filled a manâs hands to overflowing. Too bad her perfume nearly made him choke.
But he could deal with that. Would deal with that. Because now his jeans were uncomfortably tight, and Charlotte seemed only too eager to help him with his problem. Besides, heâd invited her out to join him for dinner with this sort of activity in the back of his mind. Heâd even made Fleafarm bed down in the barn so the dog wouldnât be underfoot.