Just in time for Christmas, The Sons of Dusty Walker are back with their lady loves. Leave me a comment and you could take them home
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Jodi Redford, Sable Hunter, Randi Alexander and I are bringing you the continuing story of these sexy guys, just in time for Christmas. Here is a taste of LEXIE AND KILLIAN.
Lexie Choate and Killian Walker are still floating on a cloud of newly wedded bliss. Little did Killian know that an inheritance from his father would lead him to the love of his life. Now he’s living in Red Creek, Kansas, a place he’d never heard of before, building up the stock on his newly established Appaloosa breeding ranch and enjoying every minute of every day with the love of his life. After a disastrous romance that ended her artistic career, Lexie had never thought to find real love again. Of course, she hadn’t been prepared for Killian to walk into her safe little coffee shop, either. Now she’s wrapped up in wedded bliss and, with Killian’s encouragement, painting every spare moment she has. For the two of them, life could not possibly be better.
Until Killian convinces her to apply for entry into the prestigious Savannah Art Show—the very show that three years ago sent her running back to Red Creek. The show where she learned exactly how devious and selfish her boyfriend was. When one of her pieces is accepted for the competition, she returns to the scene of betrayal and deceit, hoping to finally put all of that behind her.
An unexpected confrontation with the man who betrayed her nearly turns her life with Killian upside down. What will it take to turn the Savannah trip from disaster to success? With Christmas approaching, will they be celebrating the holiday together…or apart?
By the time they parked the truck and made it inside the house Lexie was so aroused just from thinking of sex with her husband her pulse raced. Moisture flooded her panties, her cream evidence of her heated desire. The nipples on her aching breasts tightened to diamond-hard tips. A pulse throbbed low in her belly and in the walls of her sex, insistently trumpeting the intensity of her need. Would it always be like this between the two of them, instant conflagration whenever they touched, raging hunger whenever they were alone? She hoped they didn’t burn themselves out before they celebrated their first wedding anniversary.
A slight tremor shook Killian’s hands as he hung his jacket on a peg in the mud room. She hooked hers next to it and, without a word, spun and headed for their bedroom. She’d almost made it into the room when his hands grasped her hips, turning her around to face him.
“I have to have a taste.” His voice held that passionate, husky sound she loved.
“Have at it.”
She could barely get the words out before he slid his hands up to cup her face and brought his lips down on hers. God! From the very first time they were together, Lexie swore Killian’s kisses were magic. Erotic magic. He brushed his mouth over hers in a light contact, making all the little nerves there sit up and beg for more. His lips brushed smooth against hers. As always, the brief contact made her automatically open for the exploration of his tongue.
Oh god! His taste! Better than anything she could remember. Tonight, it was filled with the faint lingering flavors of barbecue and corn and the essence that was Killian that not even a hint of beer could chase away. The scent of outdoors still clung to him, an earthy masculine smell which never failed to turn her on. The kiss went on and on, Lexie clinging to Killian’s shoulders, sure she would have fallen from the weakness invading her body without the support of his hands.
“God.” He panted when he lifted his mouth from hers. “Your kisses should be outlawed, you know that? It’s a damn good thing no one gets to enjoy them but me. Otherwise, you’d have a long line of men trailing you wherever you went.”
Lexie wanted to laugh. Not that her social life had been a disaster, but she’d never had a long line the way a lot of the women she knew did, not even in high school. Maybe because she always focused on her art. And Rick had—
No! She would not think about him tonight. Not let thoughts of him creep into the bedroom with her and Killian.
“You okay, sugar?” Killian’s face was still so close she could feel his breath on her cheeks.
“Better than okay. Why?”
“You just got the strangest expression.”
Think of something. Quick, before he asks more questions.
“Maybe I was wondering if you were going to bring out that new rope you ordered tonight.” And what a shock it had been for her to realize how his little rope fetish had turned her on big time. Partly because he never took anything to the extreme but a bigger part was her absolute trust in him and her belief he’d never abuse that trust. She could still remember the first night he’d brought it up, in her little apartment over Heart Starter. At first, she’d been afraid, then skeptical but, in the end, curious enough to let him tie up her wrists.
Holy Hannah! What a turn on that had been. It opened a side of herself she’d never known existed, but one she embraced fully with Killian.
Fire blazed in his eyes at her words. “Who’d ever have thought my little artist would be so hot for bondage.” He traced the outline of her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “I think we can manage it, but first we need to get out of these clothes.”