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meant he didn’t bring many girls back here. Though, look at him. He was beautiful. He was never lonely unless he wanted to be. “I haven’t done this in a long time. I mean, this isn’t something I do.”
“I know.” He cupped his hand over her jaw, lifting her face. “I’m no saint, Lavender.”
Her heart plummeted. Next week he’d be at another rodeo, would have another woman in his arms. Isn’t that what he was telling her? Could she expect more? “Okay,” was all she could manage.
He rubbed his thumb over the curve of her cheek. “But it’s been awhile for me, too. And tonight, it’s just you and me.”
His kiss was different, deeper, hungrier, goal-oriented. She slid her hands up his arms, stroking over his biceps, closing over his shoulders as he slid his fingers along the waistband of her jeans, slipping them under the hem of her blouse, over the sensitive skin of her waist.
His mouth abandoned hers to slide along her jaw, back to that place below her ear where he’d kissed her earlier. His fingertips were rough on her skin and she imagined that touch everywhere. The sensations that shot out from his touch nearly sent her to her knees. As if he sensed it, he pressed his hips a little harder against hers, pinning her to the counter. She gasped his name and he lifted his head. Time stood still for a moment while he looked at her, then she closed her hands over the opening of his shirt.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I met you,” she said. “Can I?”
“Can you what?”
She tugged his shirt in opposite directions, but instead of the ripple of unsnapping buttons, she heard the ripping of fabric.
He stepped back and stared at his shredded shirt. The snaps of his shirt had held stronger than the soft fabric, which now hung in tatters on either side of his placket, baring his hard-muscled bare chest.
Lavender raised her hand to her mouth and her eyes to his. “I’m so sorry! I thought it would just unsnap! I’ll buy you a new one.”
The glint in his eyes promised retribution. A thrill sparked her blood and she edged away from him, sliding free and bolting toward the back of the trailer, and presumably, the bedroom. She squealed when he chased her, caught her around the waist and fell with her to the bed.
“Turnabout’s fair play.”
She squirmed underneath him, making his eyes go dark again. “No, please don’t! I love this blouse.”
He slid his hands from the hem to the waist of her jeans.
“And these jeans. Please, don’t, Taylor.”
He slipped his fingers under the waistband and found the silky fabric of her panties. He lifted his eyebrows in question.
“No, no! These are the only sexy panties I have, and you know there’s no place to get them here in Cascade!”
“Sexy, hm?” He rubbed the fabric between his fingers.
“Well, as in, not cotton.”
“This I have to see for myself.”
He pulled her upright and stripped her blouse over her head as she pushed his ruined shirt from his shoulders. His eyes glinted at the sight of her full breasts in her best black lace bra and he dragged his mouth from the underside of her chin, down her throat and over the curves, pressing kisses between them, lifting them in his hands, his thumbs sliding over her nipples. Heat shot straight to her core at the caress, then he closed his mouth over one lace-clad nipple, drawing it into his mouth, hot and eager, suckling, then abandoning it for the other.
Just when she slid her hand up to close over the back of his head to hold him to her, he lifted his head and reached for the waistband of her jeans. She returned the favor, tugging his belt open, then diving for his button fly.
“Can I trust you?” he asked solemnly, dropping to his side facing her.
“I told you it’s been awhile. I may be a little overeager.”
“I like overeager.” He let her skim his jeans down his legs and started peeling hers, panties and all.
So much for picking her sexy
“I know.” He cupped his hand over her jaw, lifting her face. “I’m no saint, Lavender.”
Her heart plummeted. Next week he’d be at another rodeo, would have another woman in his arms. Isn’t that what he was telling her? Could she expect more? “Okay,” was all she could manage.
He rubbed his thumb over the curve of her cheek. “But it’s been awhile for me, too. And tonight, it’s just you and me.”
His kiss was different, deeper, hungrier, goal-oriented. She slid her hands up his arms, stroking over his biceps, closing over his shoulders as he slid his fingers along the waistband of her jeans, slipping them under the hem of her blouse, over the sensitive skin of her waist.
His mouth abandoned hers to slide along her jaw, back to that place below her ear where he’d kissed her earlier. His fingertips were rough on her skin and she imagined that touch everywhere. The sensations that shot out from his touch nearly sent her to her knees. As if he sensed it, he pressed his hips a little harder against hers, pinning her to the counter. She gasped his name and he lifted his head. Time stood still for a moment while he looked at her, then she closed her hands over the opening of his shirt.
“There’s something I’ve been wanting to do since I met you,” she said. “Can I?”
“Can you what?”
She tugged his shirt in opposite directions, but instead of the ripple of unsnapping buttons, she heard the ripping of fabric.
He stepped back and stared at his shredded shirt. The snaps of his shirt had held stronger than the soft fabric, which now hung in tatters on either side of his placket, baring his hard-muscled bare chest.
Lavender raised her hand to her mouth and her eyes to his. “I’m so sorry! I thought it would just unsnap! I’ll buy you a new one.”
The glint in his eyes promised retribution. A thrill sparked her blood and she edged away from him, sliding free and bolting toward the back of the trailer, and presumably, the bedroom. She squealed when he chased her, caught her around the waist and fell with her to the bed.
“Turnabout’s fair play.”
She squirmed underneath him, making his eyes go dark again. “No, please don’t! I love this blouse.”
He slid his hands from the hem to the waist of her jeans.
“And these jeans. Please, don’t, Taylor.”
He slipped his fingers under the waistband and found the silky fabric of her panties. He lifted his eyebrows in question.
“No, no! These are the only sexy panties I have, and you know there’s no place to get them here in Cascade!”
“Sexy, hm?” He rubbed the fabric between his fingers.
“Well, as in, not cotton.”
“This I have to see for myself.”
He pulled her upright and stripped her blouse over her head as she pushed his ruined shirt from his shoulders. His eyes glinted at the sight of her full breasts in her best black lace bra and he dragged his mouth from the underside of her chin, down her throat and over the curves, pressing kisses between them, lifting them in his hands, his thumbs sliding over her nipples. Heat shot straight to her core at the caress, then he closed his mouth over one lace-clad nipple, drawing it into his mouth, hot and eager, suckling, then abandoning it for the other.
Just when she slid her hand up to close over the back of his head to hold him to her, he lifted his head and reached for the waistband of her jeans. She returned the favor, tugging his belt open, then diving for his button fly.
“Can I trust you?” he asked solemnly, dropping to his side facing her.
“I told you it’s been awhile. I may be a little overeager.”
“I like overeager.” He let her skim his jeans down his legs and started peeling hers, panties and all.
So much for picking her sexy
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