Page 45 of Lost and Found Cowboy

Which would be super with her kids across the hall and half the Lassiter family in the surrounding rooms.

Why was she letting this man get to her?

Because he was hot as hell and had abs that made her want to lick them like hard muscled ice cream cones.

Yeah, she needed to get out of this hallway before she lost all her willpower and jumped him. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said as she eased open the door so as not to wake the kids.

“Yep, sounds good. Unless you need me. Then I’m just right down the hall.”

“Got it.”

She’d told him that she was tired, but sleep eluded her as she lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. All she could think about was him.

Mack beathis fist into the side of his pillow, trying to mush it into a new shape. As if that might help him finally fall asleep. He’d brushed his teeth, tried to read the latest issue of theFarm Journal, couldn’t concentrate, and had been lying in bed with his eyes wide open for the last thirty minutes rethinking everything he’d said and done with Lorna that day.

Should he have punched Lyle in the face when he’d had the chance?

Should he have kissed her goodnight outside her door in the hallway?

She was the one who had kissed him in the truck earlier that night, but he probably shouldn’t have slipped his hand under her shirt.

Was there any chance she’d consider going out with him on a real date?One that didn’t have anything to do with her asshole ex-husband.

She’d already told him she just wanted to be friends.

Why would she want a guy like me anyway?Someone his own mother didn’t even want.

He rolled over on his back and stared at the ceiling.

What if she was still awake? Maybe he should text her. Make sure she’s okay.

No, the phone could wake up the kids.

His mind strayed to the little pair of pajama shorts she’d been wearing and how they’d barely covered her luscious ass.And not that he’d been looking, but he was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing a bra under the matching pajama top.

He turned his head as he thought he heard a sound in the hallway. It could have been his brother or Duke. Or nothing.

It wouldn’t hurt to just look out the door though. Maybe it was Lorna, going to the kitchen for a drink of water. Maybe he could catch her there and have another chance at a better good night kiss.

He climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of loose gray sweats, and padded barefoot to the door. The noise had probably just been the house settling.

Pulling open the door, his mouth went dry at the sight of Lorna standing there, her fist raised as if she were about to knock.

“Oh, hi,” she said, dropping her hand and wrapping her arms around her body as she shifted from one foot to the other. “I was just…”

“Yeah, me too,” he said, staring at her as if he couldn’t quite believe she was there. Like she might be a mirage, or maybe he really had fallen asleep, and this was just a dream.

Either way, he wasn’t missing out on another opportunity. He took a step back and opened the door wider. She didn’t say anything as she slipped through, and he shut the door behind her.

She turned and looked up at him. The room was lit only by the silvery glow of moonlight shining through the window. She lifted a hand and pressed it to his chest, and he shivered at the touch of her fingers on his bare skin.

Her voice was soft, but there was no mistaking her words as she stared into his eyes. “Take me.”

He swallowed, then leaned in and crushed her mouth with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers tunneling through his hair then grasping fists of it as he deepened the kiss,his tongue exploring her mouth as one of his hands slid under her shirt and palmed her breast while the other reached down to cup her perfect ass.

There were too many clothes between them. He needed to see her, to touch her, to have her skin against his.

Lifting her up, he carried her to his bed and laid her on the mattress. But she sat up, reached for the waistband of his sweats, and pulled them and his boxer briefs down.

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