“That right?”

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“None whatsoever. Where you thinkin’?”

“Twin Pines.” They had notoriously slow service, which just might save her boys behinds and give her a chance to cool down.

“Why there?”

“Maybe I wanted to dance with you. It’s been a while.”

“That it has.” Carson helped her into his truck. On the way to the supper club he held her hand as they talked about their days.

As always, living in a small town they ran into several people they knew at Twin Pines. In the last decade the McKay Ranch had become a very successful cattle operation and Carson’s advice was sought after. As for Carson’s claim people had long memories around here, none ever brought up his wild drinking and fighting days.

The food was good. Carson teased her about choosing linguine with shrimp for her meal, but it was definitely something she didn’t cook at home.

Afterward, they headed to the bar side. The piped-in music wasn’t great, but she didn’t care.

“That was a happy sigh, sugar.”

“I’m happy when I’m with you and you’re holding me close like this.”

Carson put his mouth on her ear. “You think sweet talkin’ means you’re gonna get lucky tonight?”

His deep voice sent a shiver of want straight to her core. “I’m hoping.”

“I’ll warn ya. I like my women wild and I’ll expect kinky things.”

She nuzzled the edge of his jaw. “I can be kinky.”

“How well I know that. And what a lucky man I am for it.”

“But…between the kids and all the day to day stuff of being a wife and mother… What if I’ve forgotten?”

He leaned back to gaze into her eyes. “I’ll remind you.” Carolyn tried to duck her head, but he demanded, “Look at me.”

She hadn’t seen that sexual fire burning in his eyes recently and it instantly made her wet, needy and achy.

“How about if I just drag you home right now, haul you up to our bedroom and f**k you hard for an hour straight?”

Her stomach swooped. “I suggest if we wait another hour, the boys will be in bed and there won’t be any parental duties to interfere.”

He grinned that same wicked grin that’d charmed, infuriated and inflamed her the first time they’d danced together. “So for the next hour I can rub my body against yours and whisper all the dirty things I’m gonna do to you?”

“And I can do the same.”

“Hot damn.”

They stayed on the dance floor the entire time. Teasing each other with words and subtle touching.

By the time they left—they almost got it on in the front seat of his truck—Carson hinted he’d last longer if she gave him a hand job on the way home.

After she finished jacking him off and licked him clean, he swore she hadn’t lost her kinky edge.

The house was dark and quiet. Carolyn’s focus wasn’t on checking to see if the boys had followed her edict. Her sole focus was getting naked with her husband.

As soon as he shut and locked the bedroom door, Carson was on her. Making short work of her clothes. The man hadn’t even taken his boots off and he had her spread on the end of the bed, his mouth buried in her pu**y. That lethal tongue driving her up, up, up and over. And then doing it again.

Carolyn had barely floated back down from that head rush when Carson’s hot, hard, body was on top of hers.

His rough voice vibrated against her breast. “How kinky you feelin’ tonight, Mrs. McKay?”

“You just made me come twice. I’m feelin’ pretty loose at the moment.”

“Then sugar, I’m gonna tie you up a bit.” He pushed off her.

“Where are you going?”

The man’s eyes held a depraved gleam. “Grabbing some rope.”

And he wasn’t joking when he returned from the closet, a length of rope dangling from his right hand.

“How long has that been in there?”

“A while. Been savin’ it for a special occasion. Face and shoulders on the bed, ass in the air.”

Even when Carson was a sexually charged man, the times he went even more over the top in the bedroom made her hotter than ever.

Carolyn rested the side of her face on the mattress, watching him eye her naked body. Birthing five kids should’ve made her self-conscious of her less-than-ideal physique, but the way her man ate her up with his hungry eyes gave her the sexual confidence to be in this position.

“Damn, woman, you’re sexy. Arms behind you.”

She crossed her wrists in the small of her back and the rope dragged against her side as he tied her. Then he moved in behind her, his work-roughened hands clamped on her butt cheeks.

She held her breath, expecting him to plow into her. But he fed his shaft in slowly and stopped. She wiggled to get him to move. But he remained like that, buried deep. “What’s the holdup, cowboy?”

“Told you I was gonna f**k you for an hour. This way first, then we’ll see how creative I can get.” Carson stroked in and out of her steadily. And as always, she lost herself in him, in them, her world boiling down to his hands, his cock, his mouth, reveling in the sexual intensity that was only ever for her. It was heady stuff that after almost fifteen years she still satisfied his sexual appetite.

He reached around and lightly stroked her clit, purposely not giving her the speed or the pressure that’d get her off, just keeping her primed for what came next.