Series: Heart of the West 
ISBN: 9781419915697
A man will do a lot of things for love — Matt Rogers knows firsthand. A sexual Dominant playing the role of a submissive is the hardest role he's played, but if it means not losing the love of his life again. Diana has long held his heart and soul. Now that her abusive ex-Master is history, Matt's back in her life — permanently — however she needs him. But submissive Diana's had enough of being bruised and battered. She's taking control. And if that means Matt suppressing his own needs and submitting to her domination — hell, he can do it.
As the sexual heat between them flares hot enough to burn, Diana relearns the most important lesson of Dominance and submission — trust. And this time, the switch is up to her.
Excerpt:
Still, she couldn’t help watching Matt through the observation window, imagining his hands on her as she grew wet, needy. Almost as needy as she’d been when they made love underneath the stars. Stop it, Diana. It would never work.
But Brad’s suggestion just wouldn’t go away. Watching Matt commanding the sub’s shattering release in the erotic scene made her hot, hotter than she’d been in years. Longer than she could remember. She couldn’t even put her finger on the exact time Gareth had killed her desire for him. “How long has Matt been coming here?” Since she’d been visiting Roped and Lassoed almost weekly now for close to a year, she wondered why their paths hadn’t crossed before.
Brad hesitated a minute, she thought. But when he spoke, his tone was thoughtful. “A little over year now, except for a few months when he was doing product endorsements out East after retiring from playing football. He told me he wanted to try the lifestyle. I thought then that he was doing it because of you, because word had gotten to him that our whole family is into the BDSM lifestyle. You’d just gone back to rehab, after testifying against your scumbag ex.” Brad reached across the desk and took Diana’s hand. “Life goes by too damn fast. If you want the guy, go grab him. Frankly I think he’s ready to settle down, just waiting for the right woman.”
When she thought about that, Diana knew she was no Domme. She’d never have the balls to go up to Matt or anyone else other than a club sub she’d never have to see again. And she’d never be able to tell him she wasn’t about to be a slave to any Dom, ever again. Sadly, she looked away. Matt hadn’t been right for her when they were kids, and he wasn’t the man for her now. “I’d better be getting back out to the ranch. You and Jared did a great job keeping up with things while I was gone, and you’ve been cutting me a lot of slack since I’ve been home. Now it’s time for me to be pulling my share of the load.” Determined to get out of her brother’s office before she started to cry, Diana grabbed her gym bag and made for the door.
When she opened it she merely ran into a brick wall, only it wasn’t a wall. It was Matt Rogers. His huge body glistened with sweat, and she couldn’t help noticing he still had on the chaps and vest. Now he’d added jeans and a Stetson that shadowed the gorgeous dark brown eyes she’d been seeing in her dreams for so many years. “Hello, Matt. I was just leaving.” It took a mighty effort for her to tear her gaze away from his.
He made no move to let her by. Instead he set his calloused hands on her shoulders. “No hurry, Diana. I saw you come into Brad’s office and decided to welcome you back home. I’ve been meaning to drop over to your place, but somehow the time has never been right. You know we’re year-round neighbors now.”
Yes, she knew. “Jared told me months ago, when he brought his wife down to Denver to introduce us. I’m sorry you quit playing ball, I remember how much that meant to you.” Quit acting like a ninny, spouting out all kinds of useless drivel when all he’s doing is saying hello to an old friend.
“It’s okay. I had a lot of playing years, more than most tight ends in the NFL. Even more important, I’m still pretty much in one piece. Now that I’ve broken the ice, I’ll ride down from my place and we can visit.” Pulling her to him, he bent and brushed his lips over hers, a friendly kiss that still sent waves of desire coursing through her body. Then he stepped aside so she could pass.
God, how she wished they could turn back time.
Then, as if he had every right to do so, he reached out and pulled her to him, bent and kissed her, hard. The gesture was simple, deliberate, almost casual, but it sent waves coursing through a body she’d thought minutes earlier would never feel desire again. When he lifted his head, she met his gaze, saw the brief flash of intensity in his eyes. Before drawing away, he caressed her waist. When he stepped aside, she felt the magnetic pull that wanted to propel her back into his embrace.
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