His By Any Means: The Black Sheep's Inheritance. Maureen Child

snapped, all he could think was thank God. He bent his head, covered her mouth with his and tasted her for the first time.

      Heat slammed into him and Sage surrendered to it. His kiss was hard and fierce and desperate. No time for subtle seduction. This was need. Hot and thick and running through his body like lava. He ground his mouth over hers and felt her surrender when she lifted her arms to wrap them around his neck.

      He groaned in response and flipped them around until her back was braced against the cabin wall. His tongue parted her lips and he delved deep, determined to taste all of her after waiting so long. Longer than he’d ever waited before to claim a woman he desired. And he’d never wanted a woman as he wanted Colleen.

      Fire roared through his veins, blurring his mind, leaving only his body in charge, and the aching throb in his groin let him know he couldn’t wait much longer. Need pounded inside him, feeding the flames threatening to consume him. Her breasts pressed to his chest, her fingers sliding up into his hair and all he could think was too many clothes.

      The icy-cold wind sliding off the top of the mountain didn’t deter him as he reached down and tugged the hem of her shirt up. She shivered, but continued kissing him, giving him everything she had, pouring her own need and desire into the melding of their mouths.

      His hands cupped her breasts and she gasped, tearing her mouth from his to lean her head back against the cabin wall and arch her body into his touch. Even through the fragile lace of her bra, he thumbed her nipples until she was groaning, leaning into him, offering herself.