Page 6 of Roped By the Cowboy
Well, that might be a lie—I did think plenty about riding him.
“Can we ride horses? I rode a few times at my grandfather’s farm. It has been a long time.”
“We can do whatever you want to, honey. Let me go get some horses saddled for us, honey.”
Winking at me, he starts to stride out. I follow. Jacob turns back, our bodies crashing again. At this point, I think one of us is doing this on purpose. His hands grasp my ass, and he holds me against him, pretending to steady me. I was steady on my feet before he touched me so boldly.
“Take me with you,” I whisper, the air thick between us as I press my hands to his chest. Beneath my touch, his heart is pounding. “I want to see you work, cowboy. That is what I paid for, yes?”
His throat bobs as he swallows. Nods once. Gives my ass a little squeeze that sends a zip of pleasure right to my clit. He does not move to let me go. I never move to get out of the embrace. We just stand there for a minute, gazes locked, both of us breathing fast, the air sweet as his scent mixes with mine.
“Hellfire you’re pretty. Pretty is not even fair. Not even close enough. I have never seen someone so perfect in my life, Jillian.”
“Flirting was not something they said you cowboys would do,” I tease.
“Not sure I am any good at that sort of thing. Never tried to flirt with a woman before. How am I doing, honey?”
Flushing as his hands give my ass another squeeze, rocking me against his big, hard body I laugh. Oh, oh my, yes, heis hard. Thickandhard. Swallowing, I rub my hands at his chest. Gosh, he is much more than I expected. More than I imagined him to be in my weeklong fantasies.
“From what I know of flirting, I say you’re doing just fine cowboy.”
Jacob beams a smile at me, his dimple popping as his eyes light up. We stand there in the little bunkhouse, hands all over one another, eyes eating each other up, our bodies talking for us. I have never felt this level of hunger, of desire, before in my life. I thought it was just because I’ve been so alone since the divorce. Being here with him now, I know otherwise.
From the start, there was something calling me to Jacob.
“How about I get you on a horse? Can’t wait to see you ride, honey.”
Biting back a moan, I nod. I rub against him greedily, laughing when his hands dig into my backside as he lets out a little growl. Liking his sound and his rough hands on me, I do it again, biting my lip to hide another moan. He is so warm, so hard, so big and strong. I am safe with him.
“Came here to be a cowgirl. If anyone could help me with that, it would be you, cowboy.”
We break apart for him to lead me out of the bunkhouse, but he won’t let go of my hand. On the way to the barn, I note how perfect his butt looks in his dusty jeans, how he walks just a little bow-legged as he leads the way. Have I become a horny little girl turned on by the quintessential bad boy?
Before I got married, I never made time for men. I never considered settling down. While my parents were good to me and my brothers, they werenotgood to one another. I always assumed they stayed together for us—something my husband and I agreednot todo for our daughter.
Thinking of my failed marriage, of my little girl spending the next week with her father, I hesitate for a moment. Was this a rash decision, coming here? Was I lonesome, impetuous, and a bit drunk? Coming to Iron H Ranch might truly be a mistake—this attraction to Jacob could be misplaced.
“Come on, honey, let’s get you on a horse, yeah?”
Peering up at him as the sunshine creates a halo behind him, I nod. Yes, I am ready. Ready to allow myself some fun. Some grace to flirt with a man, to let him flirt back. To feel pretty or even intriguing again. Since my marriage, the dream life I tried to build, fell apart, I have felt neither. It is no one’s fault but my own because I accepted the failure as mine alone.
“Back there you said...you claimed you never flirted with a woman.”
“No, honey, I don’t think I ever have. Does that surprise you?”
Following him into the barn, I consider the question. Tall, dark, handsome and sweet as sin, he should have a trail of broken hearts in his path. Yet, as he smiles at me, waiting for the answer, I see the warmth, the honesty, in his eyes that first stopped my heart when I saw his photo.
“It does and it doesn’t. Handsome young man, acowboyno less, not having much practice is curious.”
Once again, I crash into his huge body. Jacob turns, staring down at me. His handsome face is flushed, his big chest heaving as he breathes. His eyes darken as they lock on me.Oh.Oh, that’s...that’s a little sexier than it ought to be. His rough hand brushes over my cheek, heat unfurling inside of me.
“Handsome. Did you just call me...” he flushes again, dipping his head.
“Yes, I did. You cannot be serious. Jacob you and half the other hands on this ranch belong on a steamy cowboy calendar.”
Jacob laughs, his whole face changing as he does. Gosh, that’s a weapon of mass destruction if I ever saw one.Thatbeautiful smile withthatlaugh. It destroys me, that is for sure. I am not sure I am safe with this man—I might make a hell of a lot more mistakes with him if he keeps smiling that way.
“We ought to tell Cody that. He would whore us out for that for sure.”
