Temptation to sink into his arms warred with the need to know what he thought about her writing. She put a hand on his shoulder and said, “I want your feedback. My writing isn’t a hobby to me—it’s a part of me. What did you think?”
He shifted and pulled her down beside him in the bed and tucked her into his side. “First, why does he have to be a billionaire? Are millions not sexy enough?”
Sarah ran her hand across the light hair of his chest. “Don’t be jealous. He’s not real.”
Tony kissed her lightly on her forehead. “He’d better not be, because he and I share some similar techniques.” Despite his obvious hard-on, he reopened her notebook and pointed to a scene. “I think I could do this better than you described it, though. I had some ideas while I read it.”
“You did?” Sarah asked, allowing her towel to fall to one side. She moved the sheet aside and took him in her hand, caressing him while she spoke. “I don’t mind trying that again. For research purposes, of course.”
“Of course,” he said huskily, half closing his eyes with pleasure. He flipped to another part of the book and said, “And I’m not sure this particular move is even humanly possible.”
Sarah moved her hand lower, cupping his balls gently. “Only one way to find out.” Then she took the notebook and turned to a scene near the end of the book. “What did you think of this part?”
He reread a line, then rolled over so they were face to face on the bed. His thumb circled and teased one of her nipples until it was hard and begging for his mouth. “I thought it lacked sufficient details, but that’s something we can fix together.”
Suddenly more serious, Tony said, “I never meant to make you feel like what you described in the second book. I wasn’t ready for what you were offering me. But I’m ready now.”
Looking into his loving green eyes, Sarah thought about how much they had both changed. They’d each been lost in their own way and together had found a way back. Nothing would change the past. Even love can’t do that, but they no longer had to face it alone.
There are things we can fix and things we can’t. I guess life is about figuring out which is which, and dealing with both the best you can.
And if you’re lucky, you find someone who loves you, scars and all.
Tony rolled on top of her, seeming to sense the serious direction of her thoughts. He kissed her cheek softly and said, “Let’s take it slow and gentle this time.”
Sarah dropped her notebook on the floor beside the bed.
My cowboy . . .
Gentle or rough.
When it’s right, they’re both good.
The End
Other books by Ruth Cardello
Legacy Collection:
Book 1: Maid for the Billionaire
Book 2: For Love or Legacy
Book 3: Bedding the Billionaire
Book 4: Saving the Sheikh
Book 5: Rise of the Billionaire
Book 6: Breaching the Billionaire (Coming Winter 2013!)
Texan Nights Series:
Book 1: Gentling the Cowboy
Did you enjoy Gentling the Cowboy?
Then enjoy this excerpt from Bluegrass Undercover
By Kathleen Brooks
This is the first book in the Bluegrass Brothers series by Kathleen Brooks. This series is a follow-up to her best selling Bluegrass Series. The final book in the Bluegrass Brothers series, Secrets Collide, will be out on October 7th, 2013.
Prologue
He wiped his sweaty hands on his mesh shorts and took a deep breath to calm himself. If he got caught, it would end his high school football career, cost him a chance at a college scholarship, and his parents would be pissed. Those factors were outweighed by the fact that he was a full two tenths of a second slower in the 40 than his backup, and that meant if he didn’t pick it up, he’d be riding the bench this season.
The glass doors were looming in front of him as he approached the dealer. His hands left sweaty imprints as he pushed the doors open and tried to casually walk inside. His heart pounded as if it were up to him to make the last-second play to win the big game. He smiled to those he knew, which, thanks to being such a small town, was practically everyone. Did they all know what he was about to do?
The locker room was just ahead of him now. This was it. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for the cash he’d stolen out of his mom’s and dad’s wallets over the last couple of weeks. He’d had to empty his piggy bank and save up his allowances for a month, but if this worked, it would be worth it. He’d be faster, stronger, and maybe even Mr. Football in Kentucky. A scholarship to a Division I school would make everything perfect. Even his parents couldn’t get mad about taking a couple hundred from them if he was going to be on ESPN every Saturday.