“My friends and I have been on a wild goose chase trying to track down what happened to the original authors of the letters. It took us a while, but they led us here, and we’ve spent the last few days learning about the town.” The history of Pine Creek Falls was fascinating. It became a safe haven for people who didn’t quite fit in anywhere else and still perpetuates that ideal. It’s like a Hallmark movie set come to life.
”Where are you from?”
“North Carolina.”
Holt’s eyebrows fly up his forehead. “That’s an awfully long way to go forsome old letters.”
I shrug. “Maybe, but it was an adventure.”
Holt and I sit in silence for another minute before I decide to lay my cards on the table. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Holt whips his head toward me with wide blue eyes. “Really? I swear I didn’t buy you that drink to get you into bed.”
I grin. “I know. That’s why I want you there anyway.”
He swallows hard as he looks at me. Then he nods as if he’s come to a decision and throws some cash on the bar top. “Holler at me if that’s not enough, Will,” he calls out to the bartender.
Will waves him out without looking at him.
Holt holds out his hand to me as he settles his hat on his head.
“Holy hot cowboy,” I murmur.
Holt pushes me back against the closing door to my hotel room. He grabs my face in both hands and kisses me hard.
I grip his wrists, needing to hold on to something. The lust pouring off this man is intense. He’s got me panting for him with merely a kiss. If this is how our night is starting, I’m not sure I’m going to survive until the end. I can’t wait.
“You taste so fucking good.” He continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue, and it’s driving me crazy. I want to feel that tongue on my clit. I have no doubt he can do wicked, wicked shit to my body with it.
I yank at his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, and start unbuttoning it.
Holt takes a step back to drop his shirt off his shoulders, and my pussy clenches hard at the sight.
His cowboy hat is askew, the white ribbed tank is tight across his well-defined muscles, and the large metalbelt buckle shines in the dim light of the hotel room lamp. The dirty boots just complete the whole ensemble.
“Why the fuck do you look like that?” I groan.
Even his bewildered smile is fucking sexy. “Like what?”
“Like you just stepped out of one of my smutty romance books.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Thanks, I think. Though now I’m a little worried I won’t live up to your expectations.”
“Oh, trust me, Cowboy, you’re doing a hell of a job so far, and our clothes aren’t even off.”
“We should fix that.” He undoes his belt buckle before unbuttoning his jeans. But then he leaves me hanging as he turns to grab the standard cuck chair in the corner of the room.
“What are you doing?” I ask, stepping closer to him.
“I’ve been daydreaming about watching that dress come off you all night, and I plan to have a good seat for the show.” He moves the chair directly in front of me and then sits down. With his knees spread wide and his belt buckle loose, he looks like a debauched country playboy.
“So youwerefantasizing about me.” I grip the hem of my sundress and slowly inch it up my thighs.
Holt’s eyes stay locked on my hands as he responds. “Fucking right, I was fantasizing about you. You’re a gorgeous woman in a sexy-as-hell dress. What else was I supposed to do? Doesn’t mean I was going to take advantage of the situation.”
“Why not?” Under the loose skirt, I grip my underwear and slide them down my legs. All Holt gets is a flash of my upper thigh.
He spears me with his gaze, and I suddenly feel very naked despite still having my clothes on. “You seemed sad. And lonely. I figured being kind was better than being a sleazeball.”
