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By:Imani King






“Rowan, stop. I have to go back to the city again. That’s my home. All of this—it’s nice.” He brushes one of the locks of my hair away from my forehead. I haven’t gotten it pressed out since I’ve been in New Mexico, and the slightly puffy look it was wearing tonight has probably gone straight from almost-natural to straight up sex hair. But Rowan doesn’t seem to notice, and when I look into his deep blue eyes, I feel a sharp pain in my chest, like my heart can’t decide whether to expand and let him in or to break in half where I lie.





“Distance doesn’t mean a thing. Cadence, I haven’t felt this way in a long damn time. Really.” I put my hand to his stubble-lined jaw and trace my finger over the length of his jawbone. Even as my heart rate rises from anxiety, just touching him still sends a beautiful shock straight to my center. I haven’t felt this way in a long damn time either.





“Me either.”





“Then what are we waiting for? Let me take you out on another date, and another, while you’re here. Get to know me. Eliza already loves you. I’ve never seen that dog go to pieces over someone like she does with you—”





I laugh and cover my mouth. I’m sure if we opened the door, Eliza would be lying in the hall with a sad, pensive look on her broad face. “She might not have very good taste.”





“I take offense to that, Miss Cadence. That dog follows me everywhere I go—”





“Okay,” I say.





“Okay, what?”





“Okay, you can take me on a date and we’ll see what happens. But Rowan, I’m going back to New York on December 31st.”





“That gives us three weeks.”





CHAPTER TEN





The next morning, I wake before dawn. The snow has just started, and my ranch is calling me. But hell, this woman in bed, she’s calling to me too. And it’s hard to put my feelings aside as I look down at her long, curved eyelashes and the rise and fall of her exquisite naked body.





“Snow’s started, morning glory,” I say. Cadence’s eyes flutter for a moment but stay closed. Her lips part, and she moans softly. The sound of her voice makes me think of last night, the sounds she made when I was inside her. Nothing with any other woman has affected me this way, but lying next to her, watching her sleep, it makes my cock start to stir, to need her again. Her head lies still on my shoulder, her skin hot and smooth and deeply inviting. Beneath the sheets, her breasts rise and fall. “We should get out to the horses before they go crazy. I didn’t walk them as much as I should have yesterday. And they’ll be going crazy if we don’t get to them before the snow gets deep.”





“I don’t do horses,” she mumbles, eyes still closed. “I don’t even like big dogs. Except Eliza.” She rolls to her side, her perfect ass pressing into my cock.





“Well, you just did a cowboy, so you better get ready to live like a cowgirl.” She bats at me with her hand, nails still manicured from the fundraiser. I think of her body against mine, snug against mine as we danced. I knew then that I’d take her back her and give her the night of her life—and God help me, I think I did. I’m not much of one for an arrogant demeanor, but the sound of that sweet woman moaning my name, her legs quivering as I entered her again and again. My cock grows harder agains the thick curve of her ass.





The horses need fed and tended, man. What the hell are you doing?





She sighs, breathy and sweet. I can’t help but bring my hand to my cock and start stroking, my fingers brushing against the velvet smooth skin of her ass. I think of that neatly trimmed pussy just inches away from me, and a silky bead of precum forms at the tip of my cock. I let out a groan and push my whole body against hers.





The horses need tended, but so does this supple, goddamn gorgeous woman. Fuck.





I take my hand away from my cock and trail it over the skin of her hip and travel down to the sweetness of the tightest, hottest pussy known to God and man. She moans, and I think she’s fallen back into a half sleep. Gooseflesh forms over her shoulders and down her satin-smooth skin. Deftly, I slip my fingers between her legs and press my fingers on either side of her lips.





“Rowan,” she whispers. The whimper of need in her voice sends a roaring wave of heat to my cock, but I maintain my decorum, nestling my length between the curve of her ass cheeks. I slip my fingers down to the heat between her legs, and my fingers come away, coated with her slippery wetness. I roll my fingers over her clit in circles, bringing the wetness to the tiny, sensitive bud. Her moans come forth like music, and I move my fingers over her in time with her body, listening to her need, driving her to the edge of release and then taking my fingers away just as she starts to shiver and groan. “Rowan, that’s not fair. You can’t wake me up this way—”