It’s Robin’s turn today…
It’s the girls’ turn! As Beth said yesterday, I was rarin’ to take on the bad girl role aka the Vixen. Millie is no simpering debutante. She is hot to handle with a mouth that won’t quit and red hair to match her fiery personality. (Kinda reminds you of someone, eh Beth?)
Men usually fell all over themselves to kiss her, so to be insulted in such a way by an uncouth sheriff was more than she could take. Ignoring the warning bells going off in her head, she tilted her head and gave him a flirtatious look. “Do you want to kiss me?”
Suspicion flickered in his eyes, but his stance remained carefree. “I didn’t say that.”
“No, but you implied it.” She licked her lips, delighting in the strangled groan he made. “Just admit it. You want to kiss me. Even now you’re thinking about how good my lips will taste.”
His cheeks flushed, but that was the only sign he gave that she was affecting him. “You’re a hoyden. Do you know that?”
She nodded, being sure to keep her eyes locked with his. “So everyone tells me.”
“Maybe you should start listening to them.”
“Maybe you should shut up and kiss me.”
There’s nothing like a woman who knows what she wants and ain’t afraid to go after it. Good boy sheriff Ben is the last person Millie would ever consent to marry. He’s a stickler for propriety while she breaks every rule in the book. But little does Millie know how much fun being tossed in jail can be when you have a sexy jailor.
It was hard to stay mad at Ben. Millie was quickly coming to that realization. Even though he’d locked her in her room, arrested her, and chained her to the bed, she was prepared to forgive him after just one kiss. It was the most arousing, sensual kiss of her life. Knowing that she was at his mercy fanned the flames even hotter and the cool metal against her wrist sent a wicked thrill across her skin.
Ben slowly thrust his tongue in her mouth, the rough surface teasing the senstive inner surface of her lips. “If I uncuff you, do you promise not to run?”
As if she were going anywhere. Millie mimicked his actions with her own tongue before speaking. “I’m not going to run, but don’t bother uncuffing me.”
He lifted his head, the surprise on his face worth more than a thousand words. “You never cease to amaze me.”
She curved her free hand around his neck, bringing him down for another lingering kiss. “My sister is fond of saying I’m always up for any challenge.”
And just what did she do to get tossed in jail, you ask? It was just a teeny tiny misunderstanding. Well…alright! She started a brawl in a saloon, but seeing Ben defend her brought a smile to her face. There’s nothing like a man who will work up a sweat to protect the woman he loves. And I mean that in a perverted way, also. Don’t want ya’ll thinking I’m as innocent as Beth, the Virgin.
When I suggested to Beth that I take on the Vixen, I’m sure she was quite surprised. Bad girls are always a blast to write, but I was more interested in delving into the heart of a good guy. Ben may be a law enforcer, but with Millie around he’s about to start breaking his own rules. It’s always interesting when opposites attract, but are they really so different? Quick witted, passionate, and determined are just a few of the traits they share.
Before I go, I’m going to leave you with a spicy excerpt to tantalize your senses. Mucho thanks to Sasha, our Muse sister, who invited us to be guest bloggers this weekend. And thanks as always to Beth, my partner in crime and fellow Cowboy Lover.
The front door of Bessie’s house creaked as Ben opened it. Millie grimaced and sent a quick prayer heavenward that Miss Bessie wouldn’t hear it. She didn’t want the lady to know she was returning home well after midnight. She may be a vixen, but Millie was no fool. She didn’t fancy being branded a whore or worse, especially when it couldn’t be further from the truth.
Ben bent down to pull off his boots, so Millie did the same. She set them in the corner and waited for Ben to light a candle to guide their way upstairs.
“Watch it. That stair creaks.”
Millie hopped lightly over the stair Ben pointed out. Ben stuck close to her side as they climbed to the second floor. Outside her door, she turned to him, feeling shy for what had to be the first time in her life.
The candle’s flame flickered then went out as a gust of wind blew through the open window at the end of the hall. Millie was left alone in a dark hallway with only a sexy sheriff for company. Unable to see more than a couple inches in front of her face, she reached out her hand to touch the wall. Instead her fingers contacted a lean, hard chest. Strong fingers encircled her wrist and moved her hand across a smoothly muscled chest. Her hand, which was balled into a fist, slowly opened until her fingers were spread against his hard pectorals.
“Touch me, Millie.”
Ben’s voice was whispered, but she could hear the desire in his voice. She stepped closer as he let go of her wrist, giving her free reign to his body. She traced the points of his nipples before sliding her hand down his hard belly. Ben sucked in a quick breath when her hand continued to move south. Through his pants, she cupped him. The heavy weight of his balls and the hard length pressing against her palm told Millie that he was a large man indeed.
Ben’s fingers again slid against her wrist, stopping her from touching him any further. “Don’t start things you’re not prepared to finish.”
“Who says I won’t finish?” She struggled against his grip on her wrist. “Besides you started this. You told me to touch you.”
“I didn’t expect you to go so far.”
Millie smiled, even though she knew he couldn’t see it. “In that case, you’re the one who should not start things you’re not prepared to finish.”
The words barely left her mouth before Ben was kissing her. The tongues mated in a wild dance, a hard kiss leaving her panting and breathless for more. She tore her lips from his and ground out the word, “More.”
Ben reached past her and turned the knob to her room. They stumbled inside, Ben kicking the door shut behind them. “Do you want me to light the candle again?”
Millie clung to him. “Just kiss me.”
He did as she asked, slowly thrusting his tongue in her mouth before withdrawing it just as achingly slow. Millie’s nipples hardened and pressed against his chest. Moisture began to pool between her legs again. Her fingers went to work on his buttons, pulling open his shirt and running her hands across the broad expanse of skin she uncovered. She couldn’t see his body, but he was all hard muscles and warm skin. The center of his chest was covered in curly hair which tapered down to his lean belly. As her fingers danced their way to the waistband of his pants, Millie’s mouth went dry with anticipation. She undid the first button and reached her hand inside. She was met with male flesh, which was simultaneously hard as steel and soft as velvet.
Ben followed her lead, quickly undoing the buttons of her gown and pushing it past her waist. Her chemise went next until a tangle of material was wrapped around her hips. Bare from the waist up, a chill danced across her skin. She wasn’t cold though. Quite the opposite in fact.
Ben’s arms brushed against her belly as he slid off his shirt and dropped it on the floor. She heard the clunk of his belt as his pants soon followed. When he gathered her back in his arms, he was naked. “Turn around.”
She turned and waited as he slid her gown and chemise to the floor. He bent down and she braced herself on one foot, and then the other, as he tossed her clothing aside. She started to turn back around, but he stopped her by placing his hands on either side of her hips. “What are you doing?” She craned her head to see him, but she could only catch a glimpse of his blond curls.
“I’m making sure I got the splinter completely out.”
“Oh,” she murmured as he stroked the slightly raised area on her left buttock. “Oooh,” she said again when he lightly touched his lips to that same spot. “It feels much better now.”
She felt him smile against her bare ass. “I rather thought you would say that.”
I like the sensitive types… like him.
What’s your type?
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