Steadfast by Danielle Norman is the third novel in the Iron Horse series! Check out an exclusive excerpt form this cowgirl themed contemporary romance here!
‘Steadfast’ by Danielle Norman synopsis
Holland Kelly wasn’t a people person. Okay, that’s not true, she wasn’t one particular man person. That man? Her next-door neighbor Dick Brooks. Fine, his real name was Reid, but Dick sounded better.
Life would have been perfect if she never had to interact with him again.
Unfortunately, life wasn’t perfect.
Now she is stuck spending hours with the neighbor she has always hated while they work to save their homes.
Have his eyes always been that shade?
Has he always been so good looking?
And those lips…
‘Steadfast’ by Danielle Norman exclusive excerpt
“Take me to your secret lair.” I smiled and winked.
“Makes me sound like a monster,” he groaned as he slid a hand under my shirt and cupped my breast.
“Or a beast.”
“I’ll show you a beast.”
“Brag much?” But I had already felt him, I knew that he wasn’t bragging, but I couldn’t stop myself from aggravating him.
He turned and carried me, I hadn’t really had a chance to look at his home, and part of me wanted to do that but at the same time, I wanted him. I found the best of both worlds kissing his collarbone. Don’t judge, I know that I looked like a friggin’ vampire, but I could kiss and look over his shoulder as he carried me up the sprawling staircase. It was like something out of Gone With the Wind. I kissed as he passed several closed doors and then moved into what I figured was his bedroom. If it wasn’t his, someone was in for a shock.
His king-size bed was situated under a large half-moon shaped window, and he came to a stop next to it. He slowly let my legs down and held me close to him until he was sure that I was steady on my feet.
“Get up on the bed,” he ordered. I kicked off my shoes and then crawled onto the thick comforter. “Stand up.”
I did as ordered and then turned to face him. Apparently, I wasn’t close enough because he pulled me forward so that I was right in front of him and he was level with my pussy. “Hold on, sweetheart, I’ll be with you in a second.” He leaned forward and blew hot air that seemed to soak through the denim and make me very aware of just how soaked my panties were.
With one hand, he pulled the button on my jeans free and then tugged the zipper down. Then he slowly slid them down my legs and helped me step out of them.
For a moment I freaked, totally forgetting which panties I had worn, but a glance told me I was in my Friday ones. For once, I was wearing the right panties on the right day. I usually just reached in and grabbed a pair. As long as they were clean, what did I care?
Slowly he came around and cupped my butt, his fingertips softly massaging my cheeks.
“Are you sure?” His voice slipped into a husky timbre.
Actions were louder than words so I dropped to my knees and kissed him. He kissed me back, and my tongue slipped inside and tangled with his. That was all the control he let me have before he was pressing forward and demanding more from me. A small whimper slid from my mouth. I couldn’t think, and I could hardly breathe while I was experiencing one of the most soul-stealing kisses of my life.
The feel of him so close, the warmth of his skin, his tongue continuing to plunge deeper each time it found mine. The air between us sparked, and he caught my bottom lip between his teeth and bit it softly.
His hands trailed down my sides, curving over my hips and then hooking under me to bring my legs out so that I was flat on my back and my legs were hanging off the bed. He slowly slid my panties down as he let out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. Do you normally forget the day of the week and need to check your underwear to be certain?”
“Shut up and get undressed.”
He was grinning as he pulled back, and I propped myself up on my elbows, ready for the show. I didn’t dare blink for fear that I might miss something as he toed off his boots and then pulled his T-shirt over his head. Holy hell, he was built. Okay, I knew the man was in shape, but this should be illegal. He even had that perfectly formed V that slightly showed above the waistband of his jeans, and I was dying to get my hands on it.
When he unbuttoned the top button of his Levi button-fly jeans, I held my breath. Was he a boxer or briefs guy or maybe a boxer brief guy? Please, just no tighty whities.
When the last button was undone and he slid his jeans off I felt like I should do penitence because the man was commando and his cock . . . oh my lord, it was huge.
He opened his nightstand and pulled out a condom packet, which had shivers racing down my spine and goose pimples tingling over my skin. He laid it on the bed next to my hip and then settled one knee between my legs.
“Yes, Reid.” I bucked, pushing my hips up to deepen his touch. Everything—his touch, his smell, his passion—was overwhelming, and it was all for me. Every muscle in my stomach contracted in time with his fingers as they slid in and out of me.
His mouth switched breasts and then lifted so that he was kissing my lips harder than before. His mouth slipped below my left ear and started nibbling and sucking.
“God, Reid, please.”
“Please what?”
“I don’t know. Just god.”
My neck was the most sensitive part of my body, and the evening stubble that peppered his jawline was sending a wildfire to my brain. He chuckled against my skin and nipped playfully along my jaw.
Each kiss had me getting wetter.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him a few times, but then he was hooking an arm under my knee and lifting my leg so that I was open to him. His strong fingertips softly stroked my clit before sinking a finger deep inside me. My legs jerked and held on to him tighter as nerves sang through my body. His mouth dropped back to my breast while his fingers continued their assault. At first just one and then two, over and over and over again. The sensations were too much.
“R-Reid—” I gasped, feeling my body starting to lock up. “I’m going to come.”
He didn’t stop but sped up, driving my body higher until I exploded.
My body was still quaking and his fingers were still stroking in and out of me slowly as my hand slipped between us. His gasp of breath as I wrapped my fingers around his cock was an aphrodisiac. He had so much heat trapped in his dick and my mind was whirling with all the ways I could help him release it.
His cheek rubbed against mine as his teeth nibbled at my ear.
“Fuck, Holland,” he groaned as I slid my hand up and down his cock. “I want you.”
Before I could say a word, he was over me. His hands squeezing my hips, holding me down as if he thought I were going to go somewhere. Not on his life.
His fingers shook as he ripped the foil and pulled out the latex to sheath his cock. Holding my breath, I waited until he was between my legs and then I guided his cock to my entrance.
He sank into me in one fluid motion. “Oh, fuckkk.” His words were a cross between a moan and a groan.
My back arched and my mouth let out a guttural gasp as he stilled deep within me.
“Jesus, Holland,” Reid hissed, his muscles straining as he held himself back until I adjusted to him.
Reid moved slowly at first before picking up his pace, and I pushed up to meet each thrust as he pounded into me. Grabbing my leg, he lifted it and stretched me so that it was over my head and he was deep, deeper than I’d ever imagined. His rhythm was hard but so fucking perfect. Tilting my hips, I tried to meet his thrusts, but the need inside me was begging for release and it was all I could do to hold it back because I didn’t want this one to end.
Reid apparently wasn’t willing to let me keep what bit of control I was clinging to because his thrusts turned to slow and deep as he rocked against me so he was rubbing against my clit with a delicious pressure.
“Fuckkkkk—”
I reached up and pulled our mouths together as my vision blurred under the onslaught of pleasure.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” He didn’t stop as my body gripped him and my heart tried to hammer its way out of my chest. The more he moved inside me, the longer my orgasm stretched until I was ready to beg him to stop.
Then, like a flick of a switch, his thrusts turned to pounding once again, I could feel his cock hardening. My hands slipped along his sweat-slicked shoulders and I wrapped my legs around his waist pulling him into me. My body quivered as his cock pulsed inside me. My name mingled with the word fuck as his muscles stiffened and his eyelids squeezed closed.
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