“Breathe, Jamie,” I murmured, my face inches from hers. “You’re safe. Just breathe for me.” It took her several minutes before her breathing returned to normal.
“Why were you at a campfire if you’re allergic to smoke, sweetheart?”
“Because I wanted to join in, damn you.” She fisted her hands and thudded them against my chest. There was no real anger behind it. “I hate the outdoors. I hate that every time I turn around, Texas is trying to kill me.”
“Not all things in Texas are bad, darlin’,” I said, my gaze dropping to her mouth. Her lips were pink and trembling.
She looked up at me, her eyes wet. “Oh yeah? What’s so good about it?”
“Me.”
The word was a growl. I didn’t give her a chance to argue. I slammed my mouth down onto hers, and for the first time, I felt her give in completely. My tongue slid into her mouth, tasting the wild, frantic hunger she’d been trying so hard to hide every time I got near. Her arms wound around my neck, pulling me closer just as she had in the corral, her fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of my neck.
My hand dropped from her face, sliding down the front of her blouse, needing to touch her in some way. I didn’t rush it. I traced the line of the buttons first, feeling the furious thud of her heart through the fabric. I undid one, and then another, until I could push the soft fabric aside. My palm cupped the heavy weight of her breast. She was so full, so soft, and her nipple was a hard, demanding point that I rolled between my thumb and forefinger. I groaned into her mouth, my other hand finding the curve of her hip and hauling her tight against my cock.
It was throbbing, pulsing against my jeans with a need that was bordering on painful. Her body softened and melted against the leg I’d thrust between her thighs. I didn’t need bare skin toknow she was getting soaking wet. The intense heat blooming through her denim and the frantic, seeking way she started grinding against my thigh told me everything I needed to know.
I broke the kiss, my breath coming in jagged hitches. I buried my face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. I wanted to take her right here against the tree, but the sounds from the campfire drifted toward us, a reminder that we weren’t alone.
“Slade,” she breathed, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “We... we can’t. Not here.”
Her glasses were crooked, and her lips were swollen from my mouth. She looked thoroughly kissed.
I wanted to see her looking thoroughly fucked.
“I know, but I want to.” My thumb traced her lower lip. “Go to your cabin, Jamie. Get some sleep.”
“Are you ordering me around now?” she whispered, though there was no heat in the protest.
“I’m trying to be a gentleman for five more minutes. Don’t test me.” I stepped back, letting the cool air settle between us. “Go on. Before I change my mind and carry you to my place instead.”
She didn’t argue. She turned and headed toward her cabin, her hips swaying in a way that made my vision swim. I watched her go, my blood on fire and my cock throbbing with every step she took.
If she thought tonight was intense, she had no idea what was coming. I wasn’t going to be playing nice anymore. I was going to take her to my bed.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Jamie
I’d never confess to anyone that I’d spent my vacation at a dude ranch watching one very sexy cowboy ride a horse.
Especially Paige. Although I had a feeling, she’d take one look at me and know.
Know that I was falling for all that charm and swagger.
Know that I was falling for a cowboy.
He was the embodiment of every cowboy romance I’d ever read. And, I thought with a sigh, just as unobtainable.
Slade might act like he was attracted to me, but we were on vacation. So that’s all it would ever be.
Would that be so bad?Paige’s voice whispered in my ear, but I ignored it. Just like her other words.What you need was a cowboy rubbing your clit.That had been playing in my mind like the soundtrack of a song. And thanks to it, I’d had approximately forty-seven fantasies about Slade Everett and my clit, and they had all been spectacular.
My panties had been wet for four days.
I continued down the path from my cabin, dreading the next few hours.
By nature, I was a person who did not participate.
