New Release and Giveaway! CASANOVA COWBOY by Jamie Schulz (The Montana Men Series #2)

With that, she released his hand to slide it behind his neck, flattened her body against his, and tugged him down to press her lips to his.

The sudden movement surprised him and for a moment, he didn’t respond. Izabel wasn’t deterred; she used her hold on him to wiggle closer as her tongue swept along the seam of his mouth. That small movement compelled him into motion.

With a growl of pent-up desire, his arms wrapped around her, crushing her to him. He tilted his head, parted his lips, and took over the kiss. Izabel moaned into his mouth, the small sound of pleasure lighting a fire in his blood. A kiss in a crowded room wouldn’t be enough, no matter how hot and satisfying, but that knowledge didn’t stop him.

He traced the curve of her hips, inched down to cup her sexy ass in his huge palms—Soft, so soft and right, just as I’d imagined—and lifted her off the floor. Izabel didn’t complain. Instead, she held on tighter, darted her tongue into his mouth, and challenged him for control.

Oh, God, she’s gonna kill me, he thought, wanting nothing more than to take her home to his bed. Is she ready for that?

He didn’t know, but he couldn’t stop. He kissed a line from her lips, across her jaw, and down her neck. With a contented sigh, she tilted her head back to give him more room. Her hands slid into his hair and she moaned when his lips found the sensitive skin beneath her ear.

“Let’s get out of here,” she murmured between heavy breaths. “Take me home, Zack.

” He froze.

He’d heard those words so many times in the past, but this was different. This woman was different. Her obvious vulnerabilities made her different and brought out his protective nature, though that wasn’t so unusual in itself. No, it was the power of his need for her—to hold her and keep her safe—that unnerved him. It was the reflection of that same need in her eyes and the sweet taste of her lips that drew him. Something about her he couldn’t define heated his blood and captivated his mind to the exclusion of everything else, even self-preservation.

But those same vulnerabilities and her recent rejection was what made him pause. He lifted his head to stare down into her upturned face. She smiled, her eyes liquid emerald pools. All he saw reflected in her expression was a beautiful woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her. No hesitation, no fear. So different from what he’d seen in the clearing two days ago.

Somewhere in the midst of their wild passion on the dance floor, her legs had wrapped around his waist, bringing her core right up against the now-ridged part of him. He could feel the heat of her through the stiff denim of their jeans. She squeezed him with those long legs and leaned into him again.

“I want you, Zack,” she whispered against his ear, her warm breath caressing his neck and raising goosebumps over his skin.

He nearly groaned with the explosion of lust her words shot through him. She nibbled on his neck, tempting him further, but he needed to think this through to protect them both. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, and in the process, injure his own tattered heart.