Borrowed Cowboy
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Reese’s cheeks, wet from tears, flushed. “I’ve been trying to get my key from him for six months. He’s been a pain in my ass, but he’s never acted in a way that made me think to change the locks. When I saw he had my cell phone … when he said he talked to you, asked who you were, I went a little nuts. Cursed like a sailor. Demanded my key back.” Her face fell into her hands. “God, Pax. He insulted you—and I hit him.” Her head snapped up, eyes blazing through her tears. “I’ve never hit anyone in my life!”
They’d talk later about her putting herself at risk. She’d fucking fought for him. His chest swelled with pride. He smoothed his thumb over her cheek, wiping the moisture away. “My gorgeous little firecracker. No more tears, sweets. Everything is okay now. We’re okay.”
Her body trembled. He came out of his crouch and sat down beside her. He pulled her onto his lap.
Her arms came around his neck. Her leg snaked over until she straddled him. “I love you, Paxton. God, I’ve never loved anyone else. Just you.”
He buried his face against her neck, drawing in her scent until it became a part of him. She’d always been a part of him. His beautiful Reese.
She loves me.
His hand slid under her shirt. So soft, so different from his rough skin. Need fired his blood, his exhaustion all but forgotten with Reese in his arms.
He placed her on her feet. He lifted her shirt as she went for the waistband of her jeans. He released the front clasp of her bra and, God almighty, her nipples darkened, puckered before his very eyes.
He took one in his mouth. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place as he suckled her. He alternated between biting, sucking, licking—all actions guaranteed to drive her crazy. When her hips arched against his, he moved to the other breast, gave it the same attention.
“Better get those jeans off, darlin’,” he mumbled against her delicious flesh.
She released his head and stumbled back in her rush to do as he asked.
He loved that about her. That she trusted him with her body, gave him control. Whether she knew it or not, she controlled him. Hell, she owned him—his body, his cock, his heart. Every bit of him belonged to her.
He shucked his shorts and he pulled her now naked body close.
His hands followed the length of her spine, over the delicate curve of her ass. He cupped her butt cheeks and lifted her, placed her on the bed.
She wrapped her arms around him as he covered her. She made room for him between her thighs and he didn’t hesitate. He captured her mouth, his tongue pushing past her lips as he penetrated her, slow and easy.
Moist heat surrounded him. So tight, she stole his breath. A perfect fit.
He made love to her. Showed her with his body what words could never tell.
The last ten years melted away. Reese tightened around him, came shouting his name. As he followed her into the bliss, Pax knew there’d be no more living in the past. No more pain. No more regrets.
Only this. Only Reese.
Chapter Fifteen
Two weeks later …
Reese walked into the shop and stopped dead in her tracks.
Holy Mother of God.
“What do you think, sweets?”
Pax caught her eye in the three-paneled mirror. He stood with his arms spread wide. The stark, white button-down he wore strained against his massive chest. Stephen Casey, owner of the shop and the man currently kneeling behind him, adjusted the hem of Pax’s black dress pants with a quick tug.
Her cowboy was a wet-dream-walking in jeans and ratty T-shirt. The suit gave him a darker, more dangerous look that had her imagination skipping down fantasy lane.
As though he followed her thoughts, his cheeks reddened. Eyes narrowed, he made a wicked sound. “Feeling’s mutual, I assure you. It’s a damn shame winter is coming. I like seeing your legs in those shorts.” His gaze darted to the tailor at his feet. “Eyes on task, Steve.” The humor in his voice held an edge as Steve turned to check out her legs for himself.
Reese went to Pax, her heart fluttering as it did whenever he looked at her. She’d never known she could be so content, so happy.
“Very handsome.” And all hers.
Reese ran her hands over his shoulders, pretending to inspect the suit he’d wear for his brother’s wedding, when really, she just couldn’t keep her hands off him.
Pax would look magnificent, standing proud as Gavin pledged his life to Lauren. The vision was enough to make her downright weepy.
The warmth of his hand enclosed her neck. “What is it, sweets? Everything okay? Hey, give us a minute, will you, Steve?”
Steve muttered under his breath and wandered off.
Reese toyed with the buttons of Pax’s shirt, staring at each one as she imagined sliding them free. They spent every night together, and she still couldn’t get enough of him.
“Everything is fine. Lauren wants my assistant to handle the details on the actual day of the wedding. Insisted on it, in fact.”
His thumb caressed her jaw. Subtle pressure had her raising her chin to look at him.
Concern marred his brow. “Of course she did. You shouldn’t have to work that day, when the rest of the family is celebrating. Is there a problem?”
And then he said things like that and she fell in love with him even more.
She gave him her most seductive smile. “No, no problem at all. But it looks like I’m going to need a date.”
The look he gave her melted her bones. “A date, huh?”
She licked her lips and his eyes tracked the movement. “Yeah. I’ve got several months yet to find someone … Paxton!” Reese laughed as he swatted her ass, her heart full of love for this man.
He got in her face, nose-to-nose. “I might be playing best man for this shindig, but don’t think I’ll let anyone else get their hands on you.”
Heat filled her cheeks. The only hands she wanted on her were his. “I guess that means you’ll be my date?”
“Always, sweets.” He leaned in and kissed her stupid. “Forever.”
About the Author
National Bestselling Author, Parker Kincade, writes edge-of-your-seat-sexy romantic suspense, hot and steamy sports romance, and erotic western romance. Her first novel, One Night Stand, won the 2013 Reader’s Crown Award for Best First Book, the category of Best Erotic Romance in the Celtic Hearts Romance Writers Golden Claddagh contest, and was named finalist in the Romance Writers of America/Passionate Ink Stroke of Midnight contest.
Parker lives in the southern United States. She loves to read, play golf, spend time with her family and friends, snuggle with her beloved boxer, ice cream from the ice cream truck, and watching old musicals.
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Books by Parker Kincade
Romantic Suspense:
The Martin Family Series:
One Night Stand
Shadow of Sin
Contemporary Sports Romance:
Game On Series:
Spring Training
Southern Heat - COMING SOON
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Shadow Maverick Ranch Novella Series:
White Collar Cowboy
Borrowed Cowboy
Cowboy Redeemed - COMING SOON
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