I hope you’re ready for another cowboy.

And Colt Triplehorn’s not just a cowboy, he’s the county sheriff, too. Like a lot of cowboy cops, he has a strong streak of integrity, and black-and-white vision when it comes to the law. Zuri’s just the girl to test his moral fiber.

And there’s action. Plenty of it keep the story moving along. Plenty to make you worry about the final confrontation with the bad guy. So, for those of you who like a little suspence, here’s one for you!

But you want to know whether it’s sexy, right? Want a little glimpse? How about another tease?

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Excerpt:

He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her against his chest. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me everything,” he said, his voice a deep, masculine growl.

“I want to,” she said truthfully, fingering a shirt button. “I really do. But it’s so damn complicated. And like you said, we don’t really know each other.”

Colt’s lips firmed. His chest lifted around a deep sigh. “I’ll see you in the mornin’.”

His head descended, and as though it was the most natural thing in the world to do, she relaxed against the arm cinching around her and melted into his body. His kiss was surprisingly soft and over way too quick.

She must have made a sound of complaint, because he smiled, his eyelids dipping as he studied her face. “Not enough, is it?”

Zuri shook her head.

He bent his head again, but his lips hovered just above hers. He waited until she rose up on her tip-toes to press her mouth against his. Again, like a flame licking at dry tinder, sensual heat exploded between them.

Colt turned her toward the truck, crowding her against hard metal.

She slid her hands up his chest, then snuck them around the back of his warm neck to cling against him.

The kiss deepened, their mouths circling, tongues darting inward to taste. Colt glided his hands over her— cupping one over her bottom, slipping another beneath her shirt and molding it around a bare breast.

Zuri moaned and lifted her leg, sliding it over the crest of his hip as he pushed against her, rutting gently between her legs. She broke the kiss. “This is crazy,” she whispered.

“Agreed,” he rasped into her ear. “Bad idea.”

She raked her nails against his scalp, loving the way he groaned as though his body ached for completion as much as hers.

He slid his hand down her belly, gliding beneath the rolled waistband of the pants he’d leant her. Fingers raked downward, slipping between her moist folds.

“God, Colt,” she moaned.

His mouth slammed over hers again, and he stroked her slick sex, two fingers plunging inside her.

Her body vibrated, bowed backward. Her breath hitched.

Slowly, he circled his thumb over her clitoris, the callused digit scraping and exciting her arousal to full bloom, and she cried out, the sound muffled against his mouth.

Liquid heat seeped from inside her, coating his fingers, easing his intrusion. She pulsed, dragging on his stroking fingers, forward and back, in a slow, sensual ebb and flow.

He caught her lower lip with his teeth, and she opened her eyes, snared by the heat banked in his darkened eyes. “Come for me, Zuri,” he whispered.

Her orgasm exploded—rich, hot, moist. She gasped, her body undulating, inviting his deepening strokes until at last the convulsions rippling deep inside her grew still, and her body quivered in the aftermath.

Colt dropped his forehead to her shoulder and pulled his hand from beneath her clothing. Then he wrapped both arms around her, rocking them together until she breathed deeply, her cheek snuggled against his.

“Gotta go,” he said, his voice rough.

“Wish you weren’t gonna be so long.”

He pressed a kiss against her hair. “Get some sleep.”

When he released her, she blinked, shaken by how fast the man had gotten to her. She hugged herself as he climbed into his vehicle.

As he eased his sheriff’s SUV out of the garage, she rubbed her arms, feeling chilled and wondering if she could slip back to the bedroom without another run-in with one of the brothers.

She hadn’t been lying when she’d said she was tired. Her body ached with exhaustion—from too little sleep the night before as she’d huddled naked under a blanket while her clothes dried draped over chairs, from worry that wouldn’t let her go.

Colt didn’t trust her. And she didn’t want to be here when all his suspicions were confirmed. She’d thought she could keep this light but was quickly getting trapped by an attraction that was too hot for her to resist.