Page 16 of My Cowboy Boss
It’s my brothers. They’d tease the hell out of her. Not from a mean spiritedness because they’re not like that. But they’d treat her like she was a soon-to-be sister-in-law and they can be a little overwhelming when they come at someone all at once.
Taking her hand, I pull her along after me until we’re behind the barn away from prying eyes.
“I’m sorry you had a bad day,” I say softly. “I want you to be happy.”
She bites her lower lip.
I run my thumb across it and her eyes widen. “I also want you to leave here today not looking like you got ravaged but that’s not going to happen if you don’t go now.”
She touches my shirt, her fingers toying with the top button. “What if I want to look like I got ravaged?”
Did I hear her correctly?“What?”
She repeats what she said, then adds, “Last night, I had a dream about you.”
My cock gets harder if that’s possible. “What did you dream?” I ask in a thick voice.
“I dreamed I was here in the office looking out the window. My back was to the door. You came in without me hearing you and walked up behind me and cupped my breasts.”
Color floods her cheeks and she rests her forehead against my chest, her voice muffled. “And then…then…”
“Don’t stop before you get to the good parts,” I say, tipping her chin up.
“You…um…you pinched my nipples and used your hold on them to turn me around to face you. I probably shouldn’t be dreaming about things like that.”
“I’ve dreamed about you, too,” I admit.
“You have?”
I nod, “I have, and in my dreams, I know what you taste like.” I put my hand on her waist and pull her tight against me. “It’s too public here so for now, this is the only taste I can let myself have.”
Lowering my head, I take her lips and claim her sweet softness, caressing her hips as I glide my tongue across hers.
She moans and opens up to me.My temptation. My woman.
We dance through the heat between us and I’m ready to throw her across my shoulder, beat my chest and run away with her. It’s a primal uprising in my brain and body that doesn’t surprise me. She was mine the minute I saw her but my brain didn’t know what my heart instinctively did.
I lift my head. I have to. I’m less than a second away of thinking only with my cock and then we’d put on quite the show should anyone stumble across us.
“Flint!” Wilder calls my name from somewhere in the distance.
Arizona tenses and immediately smooths her hair. “I should get going. I’m leaving early today.”
“Wait. Tomorrow is Saturday.”
She nods.
“Your day off. Come over and go horseback riding with me.”
Arizona doesn’t even hesitate. “I’ll be here.”
I walk her to her car, then see what Wilder wanted.
Later that evening, I’m packing a picnic basket, and realize I’m humming, excited that she said yes, excited to spend time with her. I set some napkins in the basket then I realize why I’m excited.
It’s next level stuff that has me feeling this way. During all those years stuck in The Gentle Children’s Home, I kept thinkingthat maybe there was someone that a ragged little boy could love forever.
And now I’ve found her.
