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Authors: Kimberly Raye
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Forget the night before last. Forget.
She tried for a steadying breath. “Look, I realize that you’re very popular around here, but unlike the other females in this town—” she motioned to the group of women near the funnel cake stand, their gazes hooked on Billy “—I’m not interested in being one of your groupies.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You know what I think?”
“I couldn’t care less.”
“I think,” he said, stepping toward her, “you’re pushing me away on purpose because you really are scared.”
“There goes that word again.” She gathered her courage and focused every last ounce on holding her ground. Last night she hadn’t been prepared to resist him, hadn’t been armed against his sexy grin and his sparkling eyes and his honey-dripping drawl. But she was ready now.
Bring it on, cowboy . Bring. It. On.
“Walking away doesn’t mean I’m scared,” she said. “It means I’m just not interested.”
“Is that so?” He stared at her, his eyes bright and mesmerizing. His lips hinted at the faintest of grins and his gaze dropped, peeling away her clothes and caressing every bare inch.
Her skin tingled and her heart stalled.
Okay, maybe she wasn’t prepared for this.
For him .
She feigned a smile. “They call it a one-night stand for a reason. It means one night and it’s over.”
“I know what it means.”
“Then stop stalking me.”
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
“For the last time, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Not me, sugar.” He took another step, closing the distance between them. “Us.” The word trembled in the air between them.
“There is no us, or did you miss the whole one-night-stand explanation?”
“We’re good together.”
“We were good together. That night. I was horny. You were horny. I’m no longer horny. So that’s the end of it. And if you’re looking for more, that’s great. I’ll get your profile entered into my system and I’m sure you’ll find a zillion girls to hook up with. You might even find Miss Right—”
“I’m not looking for a wife. Or a relationship.” He hesitated, as if suddenly unsure. Something tugged at her heart. “I slept for the first time in a long time, I actually slept for a few solid hours. Since sleep is imperative to a good ride, I was hoping we could work something out.”
“Wait a second.” She tried to process his words. “You want to have sex with me again because I put you to sleep?” Not because she’d rocked his world or did that little twist with her hips that had sent him to the moon and back. “ Sleep? Seriously?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but you don’t know how worked up I’ve been. I haven’t slept a solid three hours in weeks.” He ran a hand through his hair and she noted the weary light in his eyes. “I’ve got the semifinals this weekend. If I have a good showing, that’ll mean the finals.” His gaze locked with hers. “I had the best practice of my life yesterday.” He shrugged. “I figure the night before had something to do with it, so I want a repeat.”
“So go forth and hook up again.” She motioned to the group of women still gathered near the stand. “Take your pick.”
He grabbed her arm and hauled her around the corner behind one of the shopping booths.
“What are you doing—” she started, the words drowning in the lump in her throat as he invaded her space.
“Taking your advice.” He swung her around to face him. “I pick you.”
She stared up at him, wishing he wasn’t so tall, so handsome, so...close. “I’m not ripe for picking.”
His eyes darkened and she realized she’d said the wrong thing...or the right thing, depending on the part of her doing the thinking. From the heat pooling between her legs, she’d bet money it wasn’t her head.
“I’d say you’re plenty ripe, sugar.” His thumb grazed the nipple pressing against her blouse, and heat speared her. “Ripe and juicy, and damn near ready to
She tried for a steadying breath. “Look, I realize that you’re very popular around here, but unlike the other females in this town—” she motioned to the group of women near the funnel cake stand, their gazes hooked on Billy “—I’m not interested in being one of your groupies.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“You know what I think?”
“I couldn’t care less.”
“I think,” he said, stepping toward her, “you’re pushing me away on purpose because you really are scared.”
“There goes that word again.” She gathered her courage and focused every last ounce on holding her ground. Last night she hadn’t been prepared to resist him, hadn’t been armed against his sexy grin and his sparkling eyes and his honey-dripping drawl. But she was ready now.
Bring it on, cowboy . Bring. It. On.
“Walking away doesn’t mean I’m scared,” she said. “It means I’m just not interested.”
“Is that so?” He stared at her, his eyes bright and mesmerizing. His lips hinted at the faintest of grins and his gaze dropped, peeling away her clothes and caressing every bare inch.
Her skin tingled and her heart stalled.
Okay, maybe she wasn’t prepared for this.
For him .
She feigned a smile. “They call it a one-night stand for a reason. It means one night and it’s over.”
“I know what it means.”
“Then stop stalking me.”
“You don’t have to be afraid.”
“For the last time, I’m not afraid of you.”
“Not me, sugar.” He took another step, closing the distance between them. “Us.” The word trembled in the air between them.
“There is no us, or did you miss the whole one-night-stand explanation?”
“We’re good together.”
“We were good together. That night. I was horny. You were horny. I’m no longer horny. So that’s the end of it. And if you’re looking for more, that’s great. I’ll get your profile entered into my system and I’m sure you’ll find a zillion girls to hook up with. You might even find Miss Right—”
“I’m not looking for a wife. Or a relationship.” He hesitated, as if suddenly unsure. Something tugged at her heart. “I slept for the first time in a long time, I actually slept for a few solid hours. Since sleep is imperative to a good ride, I was hoping we could work something out.”
“Wait a second.” She tried to process his words. “You want to have sex with me again because I put you to sleep?” Not because she’d rocked his world or did that little twist with her hips that had sent him to the moon and back. “ Sleep? Seriously?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but you don’t know how worked up I’ve been. I haven’t slept a solid three hours in weeks.” He ran a hand through his hair and she noted the weary light in his eyes. “I’ve got the semifinals this weekend. If I have a good showing, that’ll mean the finals.” His gaze locked with hers. “I had the best practice of my life yesterday.” He shrugged. “I figure the night before had something to do with it, so I want a repeat.”
“So go forth and hook up again.” She motioned to the group of women still gathered near the stand. “Take your pick.”
He grabbed her arm and hauled her around the corner behind one of the shopping booths.
“What are you doing—” she started, the words drowning in the lump in her throat as he invaded her space.
“Taking your advice.” He swung her around to face him. “I pick you.”
She stared up at him, wishing he wasn’t so tall, so handsome, so...close. “I’m not ripe for picking.”
His eyes darkened and she realized she’d said the wrong thing...or the right thing, depending on the part of her doing the thinking. From the heat pooling between her legs, she’d bet money it wasn’t her head.
“I’d say you’re plenty ripe, sugar.” His thumb grazed the nipple pressing against her blouse, and heat speared her. “Ripe and juicy, and damn near ready to
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