With a smack to her right cheek, Bo removed his mouth. Hoarsely, he asked, "Game for what's next?"

"Anything!" she cried, so strung out on arousal and adrenaline she'd agree to jump off a cliff—if Bo held her hand on the way down.

His hot breath swept past her ear. "On the ride out here you seemed mighty intrigued by the brand on my arm."

Huh?

"Touch me, Boaz, please," she pleaded while fighting against the ropes, trying to push her crotch against her foot, a pillow, his darn boot—anything—to ease the ache he'd built.

"In due time. Stay with me now…" Licking her bare shoulder then kissing her neck, he smacked her right cheek once more and stood. It took Herculean effort, but Sommer turned her neck and followed his progress as he sauntered over to the corner with the stove then spun to face her.

He pushed his right sleeve up and pointed to the old scar on his biceps. "My brand. Bottoms Up." Then he pointed to her flaming, abandoned ass. "I do believe it's your turn. I'm going to place my mark on you and you'll never doubt your attraction or your bravery again. You'll never question that tonight happened or that I owned your body—in every way possible."

His voice sounded different than before, as though he were forcing the sentences out, the syllables whipping at her as if he were spanking her with his very words, fanning her need with every impossible-crazy-insane image he painted.

"You're going to what?"

Is having her heart enough? Or will Bo physically brand Sommer his, forever? Only one way to find out—

Read all of Sommer & Bo's scorching western adventures
 

in Restrain Me.

 Available July 1st from Ellora's Cave