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Cowgirls Don't Cry(23)



                “Whoa. Wait a minute there, cowboy. Just what the heck do you think you’re doing?”

                “You’re wet.”

                “Um...duh.”

                “I’m dry.”

                “So?”

                “So, either you’re really happy to see me or you’re cold.” She glanced down, and when her gaze met his again, her cheeks were flushed. Oh, yes. She’d be delightful in bed. “I’m offering you my shirt.”

                She glowered at him. “You hardly seem the type to offer a girl the shirt off your back.”

                He peeled it off and handed it to her, amused that her eyes widened, and her lips parted slightly. He got the distinct impression she liked what she saw when she licked her bottom lip. Of course the gesture created an interesting reaction behind the buttons of his jeans.

                “Here.” He waved the shirt a little, but she didn’t seem to notice. His smile broadened, and he leaned closer to drape it over her shoulders. “There you go.”

                “Thanks...”

                His lips hovered inches from hers and if she breathed deeply, her very perky nipples would brush against his bare chest. His fingers tangled in her hair as he smoothed the wet strands back from her face. Her eyes dilated, and she inhaled. Her chest swelled, and that’s all it took. His lips found hers. He held her head still as his teeth nipped at her mouth. His tongue teased the seam of her lips until they parted for him. She tasted like café au lait, and he had an insane desire to fly her to New Orleans for beignets. Right after he kissed her senseless and made love to her for the rest of the afternoon.

                She pressed against him, and he felt her shiver. He dropped one hand so he could encircle her waist with his arm and hold her closer. Like a contented cat, she rubbed and purred, her mouth open now and accepting the forays his tongue made against hers. While he kept his eyes open so he could watch her, she closed hers, as if lost in the moment. He liked that; liked the idea of sweeping her away, overriding her senses and making her his.

                Cass was every bit as sexy as he remembered from their encounter in Chicago. He’d wanted to invite her up to his room and would have if not for that damn call from Cord. Just as he’d wanted to do then, his hand dropped to her round ass and he discovered it fit, filling his palm and making him horny as hell.

                “I want you.”

                “Oh? Really?” She bumped against his erection and chuckled. “I hadn’t noticed.”

                He ground his teeth together. “I didn’t figure you for a tease, Cass.”

                She planted her hands against his chest and pushed a little. He dropped his arms. “I don’t tease, Chance, not about sex.”

                “What about love?” She tilted her head and stared at him, unblinking. Where the hell had that come from? He didn’t know, but he sure was curious about her answer.

                “There’s no such thing.”

                “Ooh. Cynical little thing, aren’t you?”

                “Yup, I am. What about you, Chance? I bet women tuck their phone numbers into those tight jeans of yours all the time. You’re all about the sex, and I just don’t see anything even remotely resembling love in that equation.”

                She backed up a step, putting some distance between them, but not so far he couldn’t touch her if he wanted. Instead, he hooked his thumbs in the front pockets of his jeans and waited. The flash in her eyes convinced him she was just getting started, and he was curious about how far she would push.