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Authors: Rhonda Lee Carver
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“Don’t hold your breath. I’ll never ask you to kiss me, or ask for anything else for that matter.”
“ Sweetheart, haven’t you been warned never to say never.”
“Oh, trust me, you and I will never kiss again. Once was enough to last a lifetime,” she stammered.
He brushed past her and stopped to look at her over one brawny shoulder. “So, what do you say?”
“About what?”
“You going to change and show me around or would you like to follow that warm urge tickling the back of your brain and ask me to kiss you?”
“You’re an ass, Spark!”
“And yet you know you want my touch.”
“Go to hell!”
“I’ve been there and I didn’t like it much. I’ll wait for you outside.” He dipped his hat, and his whistle faded down the hall followed by the slamming of the screen door.
Jewels leaned against the stool where Spark had been sitting, hoping her knees would stop shaking.
“What the hell just happened?” she whispered.
He was playing her out of a sick need for retaliation. That was all! She refused to allow him to pull her strings. The last thing she wanted, or needed, was to tumble into another fruitless affair, especially with an arrogant cowboy who thought he was God’s gift to women.
She’d resist his charm and show him that she was one woman that wouldn’t fall for his magnetism.
After changing out of her nightclothes and into more appropriate ranch attire, and applying a good amount of lip tint because every cowgirl needed pretty lips, and not because she’d be kissing anyone, she stepped outside
~°°°~
Spark followed Jewels across the grass, and he cursed with every step. He was hell bent on torturing himself, and yet he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. When she’d gone to change, he’d hoped she’d return wearing a nun’s habit, but he wasn’t in luck. The tight jeans she wore fit her like melted wax and did wonders to an overworked man’s imagination.
His dick hurt like a bitch. He’d ridden bulls that didn’t work his balls to a point of ache like they did now. No, this pain came with a need that only a woman could create.
He swallowed the thickness in his throat and forced his gaze on something besides Jewels. Since the rodeo wasn’t happening any longer, he needed the job, for mental peace rather than financial. After the last ride on a bully of a bull, every bone on his body had been jarred, and a cruel reminder that at thirty-five, it was time he hung up his bull riding saddle. He’d won the grand prize and the ride was worth it, added with his savings account, but the ache in his hip wasn’t going away as fast this time as when he’d gotten hurt in his twenties.
Bringing his gaze back on the sultry cowgirl walking in front of him, he bit off a growl. Damn, she’d gotten him good with the wax strips on his legs, and then she’d been nice enough to apply some salve that helped ease the irritation. Hell, he could have done without the ointment because now his insides were burning with a hunger he wouldn’t be appeasing any time soon.
She stopped by the wooden fence and turned to face him. His gaze naturally dropped to her nice looking chest pushed up under the white tank top. He’d guess she wasn’t anything more than a B cup, but nowadays bras made a man think he was getting DD’s when he was only getting average. It deserved a man right because most put too much thought into a woman’s rack.
He’d always been more of an ass man—but if he had a choice, he’d take a woman who had big brains. He couldn’t think of anything sexier than one who could talk politics and knock out numbers like a mathematician.
Jewels was the whole package.
His cock jerked, and he forced his mind to take control over his fervid body. Jewels was a beautiful woman, and intelligent, but she wasn’t one to mess with—no matter what his intentions.
Too bad she sent warmth oozing through his body and straight to his loins.
She stepped inside the open door of
“ Sweetheart, haven’t you been warned never to say never.”
“Oh, trust me, you and I will never kiss again. Once was enough to last a lifetime,” she stammered.
He brushed past her and stopped to look at her over one brawny shoulder. “So, what do you say?”
“About what?”
“You going to change and show me around or would you like to follow that warm urge tickling the back of your brain and ask me to kiss you?”
“You’re an ass, Spark!”
“And yet you know you want my touch.”
“Go to hell!”
“I’ve been there and I didn’t like it much. I’ll wait for you outside.” He dipped his hat, and his whistle faded down the hall followed by the slamming of the screen door.
Jewels leaned against the stool where Spark had been sitting, hoping her knees would stop shaking.
“What the hell just happened?” she whispered.
He was playing her out of a sick need for retaliation. That was all! She refused to allow him to pull her strings. The last thing she wanted, or needed, was to tumble into another fruitless affair, especially with an arrogant cowboy who thought he was God’s gift to women.
She’d resist his charm and show him that she was one woman that wouldn’t fall for his magnetism.
After changing out of her nightclothes and into more appropriate ranch attire, and applying a good amount of lip tint because every cowgirl needed pretty lips, and not because she’d be kissing anyone, she stepped outside
~°°°~
Spark followed Jewels across the grass, and he cursed with every step. He was hell bent on torturing himself, and yet he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. When she’d gone to change, he’d hoped she’d return wearing a nun’s habit, but he wasn’t in luck. The tight jeans she wore fit her like melted wax and did wonders to an overworked man’s imagination.
His dick hurt like a bitch. He’d ridden bulls that didn’t work his balls to a point of ache like they did now. No, this pain came with a need that only a woman could create.
He swallowed the thickness in his throat and forced his gaze on something besides Jewels. Since the rodeo wasn’t happening any longer, he needed the job, for mental peace rather than financial. After the last ride on a bully of a bull, every bone on his body had been jarred, and a cruel reminder that at thirty-five, it was time he hung up his bull riding saddle. He’d won the grand prize and the ride was worth it, added with his savings account, but the ache in his hip wasn’t going away as fast this time as when he’d gotten hurt in his twenties.
Bringing his gaze back on the sultry cowgirl walking in front of him, he bit off a growl. Damn, she’d gotten him good with the wax strips on his legs, and then she’d been nice enough to apply some salve that helped ease the irritation. Hell, he could have done without the ointment because now his insides were burning with a hunger he wouldn’t be appeasing any time soon.
She stopped by the wooden fence and turned to face him. His gaze naturally dropped to her nice looking chest pushed up under the white tank top. He’d guess she wasn’t anything more than a B cup, but nowadays bras made a man think he was getting DD’s when he was only getting average. It deserved a man right because most put too much thought into a woman’s rack.
He’d always been more of an ass man—but if he had a choice, he’d take a woman who had big brains. He couldn’t think of anything sexier than one who could talk politics and knock out numbers like a mathematician.
Jewels was the whole package.
His cock jerked, and he forced his mind to take control over his fervid body. Jewels was a beautiful woman, and intelligent, but she wasn’t one to mess with—no matter what his intentions.
Too bad she sent warmth oozing through his body and straight to his loins.
She stepped inside the open door of
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