Cowgirls Don't Cry(25)

                She froze. “What?”

                Well, hell. He was definitely thinking with the wrong head at the moment. “Yeah. Our first time. I want it to be right. I’d take you standing here just like this, but I want to take it slow. I want to watch you come apart in my arms before I sink in. I want to touch you and kiss you and find out just how many times I can make you come before you beg me to stop.”





                                      Six

                What the heck was she doing? Cass couldn’t think straight and wasn’t sure she wanted to. Her wet bra chafed her sensitized nipples but instead of irritating, the sensation sent waves directly to the area of her body presently rubbing against Chance’s fly. He was as turned on as she was, a definite plus, and the things he was saying left her panting. Some part of her consciousness didn’t trust him, but her libido didn’t care. He was sexy and hot for her. His body promised things to hers, and waiting was killing her. She’d never been known for her patience.

                “Shut up and kiss me.”

                “Yes, ma’am.”

                “Talkin—mmmmmm.”

                His mouth took her breath away and cut off any more talking on her part, too. Chance pressed closer, his erection rubbing against her as he pushed her a little higher on the wall to change the angle. If they’d been naked, she’d be riding him hard and fast. Her tongue pushed his aside and thrust into his mouth. He gripped her head with gentle hands and dragged his mouth from hers only to trail his tongue down her neck and across her collarbone.

                Cass sighed and arched her head back. She rested it against the wood behind her, leaving her neck exposed to his attentions. With a little space between them now, one of his hands cupped her. She inhaled sharply, which pushed her breast deeper into his palm. He groaned, and she tightened her legs around his waist, all but sealing them together.

                “Want to taste you.” His words burst out in puffs of his breath. “Want to touch you.”

                “Talking. You’re talking again.”

                “I think there should be a whole lot more talkin’ goin’ on and a whole lot less touchin’.”

                Mortified, she gasped and stared over Chance’s shoulder. Boots stood in the barn doorway, hands on his hips, his face perfectly blank. Chance hunched against her, and she tapped him on the shoulder. “Yo, dude...company?” She cut her eyes to indicate they’d been caught.

                Chance glanced over his shoulder and flashed a wicked grin. “He doesn’t have a shotgun, so I think we’re safe.”

                She thumped him on the shoulder. “Put me down, Chance.”

                “You’re the one with your legs wrapped around my waist, darlin’.”

                She felt heat rise up her chest and flood her face. With her hands on his shoulders for leverage, she unhooked her ankles and dropped first one foot then the other to the floor. Her knees threatened to buckle but with a gallant gesture, Chance supported her until she got her bearings. Dizzy, out of breath and blushing furiously, she managed to face Boots from behind Chance’s brawny frame.

                “Busted, Uncle Boots. I...sort of figured you wouldn’t be back until after the storm.”

                “Storm’s been over awhile, Cassidy.” His expression didn’t change—remaining stony with a spark of anger lighting his eyes.