Come Closer, Cowboy
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He took a step closer and touched the red in her cheek. “Pretty frickin’ amazing.”
She let him touch her for a split second before stepping out of range. Shaking her head she said, “It was nothing.”
“Nothing?” He dropped his hand.
“It was just sex.” She bit her lip. “I probably had too much champagne.”
He fell against the wall, his shoulder making a thud. Studying her close, he asked, “You telling me you regret last night?”
With narrowed eyes she said, “I’m not sure regret completely sums up the entirety of my remorse over last night.”
Holy shit. What the hell? “So when you were crying out, coming all around me, you didn’t like that?”
Her eyes were large, the same way animals looked when they were frightened and searching for an escape route. “I didn’t say the sex wasn’t good.”
“Uh-huh?”
“I just...” Her lips parted as she breathed audibly through her mouth. “We don’t like each other.”
“Uh-huh?”
“At all.” She waved between them. “This was just a by-product of that line between anger and passion, you know? Because you drive me crazy.”
He nodded. “You did mention that once or twice. Like when I had my tongue in your pussy.”
She fell against the wall, breathing hard. Kind of like last night but different. “Stop.”
“What’s this really about?”
She gazed up at him, pleading. “It was a mistake. Okay?” She gulped air as if it was in short supply. “So, let’s just forget it happened and...” She took a long deep breath in and exhaled audibly. “Move on.”
Holy hell. She was ditching him. Just like that.
“It’s not like there’s anything between us.”
He moved away from the wall, taking a step toward her. Then another. “Really?”
“Really.” The word, breathy and soft, told him otherwise, as did her wide-eyed gaze as he closed the distance between them.
With a hand on the wall above her head, he leaned right down. Her lids fluttered and she tilted her face up, as if she wanted him to kiss her. “This sure as hell feels like something,” he whispered.
“It’s not,” she panted back.
“Felt like more than something last night.” He wanted to touch her face because there was that blush, spreading like a wildfire up from her chest into her cheeks and he needed to know how it felt.
“It wasn’t.” She licked her lips in between ragged breaths.
He leaned down and for a second—maybe not even—their lips touched. Then she ducked beneath his arm and scurried to the other side of the small room. “This will not happen again.”
“Why?”
“I already told you.”
“None of that made sense.”
She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them, it was as though she was a different woman. Her back straightened, her eyes narrowed and pretty lips thinned. “You don’t even live in Chicago. Where do you live? Wyoming?”
“Montana.”
“Right.” She made a hand gesture that said, You see? “You’re what? A rancher? Farmer? What?”
“A professional bull rider.”
She pointed. “Exactly!” She motioned to herself. “And I’m an interior decorator and professional stager.” She forced a smile. “I bet you don’t even know what that means.”
“You make houses ready to sell.” He said that last bit with no inflection because the tiny woman was being condescending and he didn’t particularly care for it.
“Okay. So you know what I do. Doesn’t matter. We have nothing in common.”
He arched a single eyebrow, thinking about their amazing compatibility in the sack.
Her eyebrows drew together and a little crinkle deepened between them. “Life isn’t all about sex, Dillon.”
No. But good sex was a good indicator that life could be pretty damn good with someone...
Wait a second. What was he thinking? He raked a hand through his hair. She was doing him a favor right now. He didn’t want forever, especially not with a bossy little fireball from Chicago. He just wanted to share some passion with someone of equal passion. After last night? He thought he’d found it. Clearly she was looking for more. That should be a red flag right there.
The woman bent down in front of him—a spectacular sight—gathering up his belongings: his shoes, his shirt, his tie, his jacket. Once she was satisfied she’d got it all, she shoved the bundle at him. “Here.”
He took the clothes. “You gonna help me dress like you helped me take my clothes off last night?” God, he felt like being shitty right now.
Tilting her head to the side, she said, “I’m pretty sure you can manage.”
He dropped the bundle except for his shirt. “You gonna watch?”
“Nope.” She stalked past him to the door. Before opening it, she called over her shoulder. “Be gone in five minutes. No more.”
“Oh, I will be.”
“Good.” She stood there for a second and then called, “Bye, Dillon.”
“See ya around, Red.” Dillon curled his fingers into fists at the sound of the door slamming. A part of him wanted to still be there when she got back, just to be an ass. He wanted to remind her of the fun they’d had last night, do it all over again, make her beg him to stay longer. Another part was glad she’d been so clear. He did not need to get involved with a mercurial redhead who probably didn’t even think he knew what the word mercurial meant.
Copyright © 2016 by Dara Lee Snow
ISBN-13: 9781488000171
Come Closer, Cowboy
Copyright © 2016 by Debbi Quattrone
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