Chapter 18

Storm was filled with need—but this was an eastern woman, and he was a man’s man. His idea of sex was acowboy’s ass, their cocks pressed together and a night of romping, drinking, and swearing. What was hedoing here with this woman—and worst of all, why was he feeling as if he’d like to fuck the hell out ofher?

Actually, I can go either way.

…sometimes a good, sweet-smellin’ pussy is…well, there’s just nothin’ like it.