"Erron!" His name was a sharp cry on her lip, her head snapped back as she felt that beautiful stretch of him filling her body. His strength, his formidability, all the wonders of his body thrilled her.

He might have been the cowboy but she was the one doing the riding this night, her hips churning in a harder pace now. Faster she moved on him, needing more friction, more depth more of him, she could never have enough. Skarlet wrapped her arms around his shoulder and pulled him close, using the leverage to let her move with greater urgency, building her heat even as she grew wetter around him.