She had never known just how good it would feel to be so very, very bad....
It was her thirtieth birthday and she was single. Two of her best friends were taking her out and it was Friday night. They were going to a bar that she was sure none of her acquaintances from work would ever be.
Tonight she would forget Scott, the black-haired, blue-eyed devil who haunted her dreams at night and her waking fantasies during the day as she watched him in the office across the room. He wasn’t interested anyway so maybe she would find someone who was, even for one night.
The doorbell rang as she stood in front of the mirror in the hall, adjusting the silky chemise top. The tight, black skirt left little to the imagination as it hugged her curves, showing off her long legs to perfection.
She opened the door to Cheryl and Audrey.
“Wow!" Cheryl said. "Don’t you look dressed to kill!”
“It’s my birthday and I plan to enjoy it. I need to find a gorgeous man in tight jeans, that I won’t mind waking up to tomorrow. Let’s go.”
The wonderful array of good-looking men caught her attention as they passed through the door and found an empty table. "“This should be fun.”
“Why haven’t we come here before?” Audrey asked. “There are a hell of a lot of nice looking men in here and those jeans…damn!”
“Um…you can say that again.” All three women watched as a nicely encased pair of Wranglers walked by.
“I thought you two might like it here.” Sarah laughed. She had been here once or twice before, but not for some time. She smiled as several men approached their table.
She was slow dancing with one particularly handsome cowboy when her world was turned upside down.
“May I cut in?” Her heart slammed against her ribs. She knew that voice. The soft timbre met her ears several times each day as she transferred call after call to his office.
She turned around and found Scott, her ultimate fantasy come to life, right before her eyes. His bright blue eyes shimmied over her form, sending a delicious ripple of awareness along her nerve-endings. With a sexy quirk of his eyebrow, he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her tight against his chest.
“What are you doing here?” She winced at the question even as it left her mouth.
“I could ask you the same thing. I come here quite a bit, but I know you don’t.”
“It’s my birthday so my friends and I came here to celebrate.” Her eyes locked with his as she watched his dimple flash in his cheek. Damn, she loved his dimples.
Pulling her tighter against his chest, he slipped his lips along her cheek until his mouth was near her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. She felt his jean clad thigh slip between her bare ones, riding her already short skirt that much higher. “What would you like for your birthday?”
“Come on Sarah. If you could have anything you wanted for your birthday, what would it be?”
“You.” Her whispered wish slid from her mouth before she could stop it.
He smiled against her skin before she felt his head dip slightly and his lips met the soft spot below her ear sending heat straight to her core. A soft moan slipped from between her lips as she clung to his shoulders.
“Is that all?”
He had no idea.
“One night, anything goes.” She didn’t just say that, did she?
He moved back far enough that she could see his eyes. The pools of blue had turned to a smoky grey as his gaze caressed her face. “Your place or mine?”
Scrambling from the car toward the door of her house, she fumbled with the keys as he placed small kisses to her shoulders. A shiver rolled down her back and she tipped her head, closing her eyes. She had wanted this forever. He was here, hers for the taking even if it was only for one night. The door closed behind them as she turned in his arms, her lips finding his as his hands cupped her breasts through her silky blouse and he pushed her against the wall. Releasing her mouth, he moved down her neck as she sighed. She cupped his head, directing him to what she wanted. His warm mouth closed over the pert nipple as his hand continued to play with the other, pinching and swirling the tip with his fingers. He nipped at her breast, bringing a tortured moan to her lips. His hands slipped beneath her skirt to grab her naked ass as he moaned deep in his chest. He brought her legs up around his waist as his fingers slid inside her dripping pussy.
"God, you are so hot.”
“Only for you,” she moaned.
“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this.”
His whispered words sent a thrill through her. Maybe he had noticed after all.
Balancing her with his hips, he pulled the straps down on her blouse, baring her breasts to his wet mouth. Her hands grabbed the middle of his button-down shirt and pulled, sending the buttons flying in all directions. His smile turned into a groan as her lips met his chest.
His hand left her breast to reach into his back pocket. His teeth ripped open the foil packet before he pushed his jeans down, rolling the latex onto his hard shaft. He centered himself and, with one swift motion, slid inside as she closed around him.
“You feel fantastic.” He breathed the words in her ear.
“Please.” With her frantic plea, he moved. She rode his hips, wanting everything. Her orgasm hit her like a wave breaking over the shore, rippling a moving until she was breathless, right before he surged against her, finding his own release.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered against her neck.
Maybe birthday wishes did come true.
About the Author: Sandy Sullivan is registered nurse by education, a wild romance author by preference. A thing for hunky cowboy's transforms her wildest fantasies into believable, honest to goodness romance with a twist for tight jeans and solid chests. The saying, "Save a horse, ride a cowboy," comes to mind often! www.romancestorytime.com www.sandysullivan.blogspot.com