My cock is hard again, just thinking of her all breathless and flushed.
I force myself to focus before I get killed. I pull my attention to the stallion who is being a little extra difficult today.
I run a palm down Diesel’s muscular neck, trying to calm him as much as myself.
When was the last time I’ve been so twisted up about a woman? The short answer, never.
And fuck, I never should have touched Kali at all. She’s a reporter of all things. Hired to write a story.
I should never have let it get past flirting. And that kiss…
But that night…in the cabin…the way she’d looked at me. Well, dammit. I’m only human. And now that we’ve crossed that line, I don’t think I can go back.
Hell. IknowI can’t go back.
Especially not when I’d realized she’d been untouched. Christ, the possessiveness that had flooded through me was almost violent. No other man had ever had her. No other man had been inside her, filling her with his seed.
In that moment, I’d felt it—she was mine. Completely and utterly mine.
The problem is, it’s been three days, and not only do I still feel that way, but those feelings have only grown.
“That’s a pretty big grin. What’s got you so happy, cowboy?”
I recognize that sweet, subtle city accent and the slight tease in the way she talks to me. I don’t need to look to know my city girl has finished up with her work calls.
But when I do, she takes my breath away. She’s wearing jeans, boots, and a thick jacket, which I know Anna lent her. Her dark hair is twisted up in a knot on her head, and she looks so damn good it physically hurts.
“Hard not to smile when my cock feels so damn good, city girl.”
I love the way she flushes a little when I talk dirty.
“Such a good girl for taking all of me first thing this morning.”
I love it even more knowing that her pussy is already soaked from my praise.
Judging by the way she instinctively rubs her thighs together, I know I’m not wrong.
“Cash,” she warns, glancing around to make sure no one is in earshot. But she’s smiling, and I know that later, when I get her alone, she’ll be more than happy to hear whatever dirty things I have to say.
“So what brings you out here?” I lean against the fence post, completely relaxed now. It’s easy to be with her in a way it’s never been with anyone else. “Don’t you have reporter things to do?”
“I’m doing them,” she says, moving closer to the fence. “Tell me about him.” She points to the horse. “For the article. Are you training him for anything specific?”
Of course.The article. It will serve me well to remember that’s exactly why she’s here. To get whatever story she thinks will sell the best.
Although I have to admit, Kali is different from other reporters I’ve met. She asks insightful questions and actually listens to the answers. She’s never trying to put words in my mouth or twist what I’ve said.
I didn’t think it was possible, and maybe it’s that my common sense has been compromised, but spending time with Kali ismaking me start to believe that maybe not all media is trying to destroy you. Some of them just want to tell the truth.
As requested, I spent the next twenty minutes telling Kali all about Diesel. He is being trained for a special role in a new western drama that’s set to be filmed in the next few months. One of the few studios that believed me when I insisted I didn’t have anything to do with the rumors. I was lucky to get the contract.
She asks thoughtful questions, and the horse even seems to settle in her presence. As do I. Of course, other parts of me are doing exactly the opposite of settling. I just want to get my girl alone again. Soon.
I release Diesel’s lead, give him an apple as a reward for his hard work, and send him off to the other side of the pen, finished with our work for the morning. I wait while Kali jots down a few more things in her ever-present notebook. “You get enough for your story, city girl?”
“I think I’m getting some good stuff here.” She winks at me as she clicks her pen and tucks it along with the notebook away. “I bet you can’t wait to read it.”
“Ha.” I shake my head. “No. I’m not interested.”
