Page 63 of The Cowgirl's Forever Love
Josiah headed to the side of the room and got the fire going as promised. Lisa stared out the window for a moment, the clouds gathering behind the mountains shining with yellows and reds. “Will we get another chance to see the green flash?”
“We can try if you’d like. We’d need to sneak upstairs in an hour.”
He was stacking wood carefully on top of kindling, teeny flames crawling up the wood like eager fingers.
“Maybe not.” Lisa slid in close and placed her hands on his shoulders, running her palms along his arms and over his chest as she leaned into his back. Resting her weight against him. Soaking in the heat of his torso.
He closed the airtight door. “You need some more cuddles?”
She moved with him as he settled on the floor, landing in his lap with her arms around his shoulders. “I don’t know what I need, to be honest.”
He tucked his fingers under her chin and adjusted her head to brush his lips over hers. Brief, almost chaste. “This might sound off the wall, but let’s go with it.” He wiggled, pulling something from his back pocket.
A set of note cards. Familiar looking—
Lisa laughed. “You have another scene for us to play out?”
His cheeks had gone red, but he kept a happy expression in place. “Only if you want to.”
She pressed her palms against his face and stared into his blue eyes intently. “That would be perfect. I want to get out of my head, and what better way than to get into somebody else’s? What kind of classical entertainment are we duplicating tonight? Another historical Western?”
This time Josiah’s smile reached his eyes. “You pick. I didn’t give us a script this time. We’re going to improvise.”
“Sounds interesting. You have any props?”
A burst of laughter escaped him. “Damn. When you do a thing, you get into it one hundred percent, don’t you?”
He lifted her, bracing until she found her balance and sliding back on the floor with the cards he handed her. The fire was beginning to take, heat sliding past the glass front to create an oasis of warmth.
Lisa glanced at the first card and read out loud. “Setting: a castle in France. Mid-eighteenth century. Female lead: housekeeper. Male lead: Lord of the Manor.” She snickered, not even trying to hide it. “Josiah Ryder, you have French maid fantasies.”
He grinned. Unashamed and totally amused. “You’d look damn good in a short skirt.”
She tucked the card behind the others. “Setting: high school gymnasium. Female lead: head cheerleader. Male lead: captain of the football team.”
Across from her, Josiah leaned back on his elbows, the long length of him stretched out before her. His thigh muscles pressed against his jeans and a prominent bulge rose behind the worn spot at the center of his groin.
“Short skirt. That’s all I’m saying.”
Another card got tucked behind, not because she wasn’t interested in potentially playing out that situation, but because this entire setup was far enough out of the norm to delight her. It wasn’t every guy who could put down their fragile male egos long enough to truly have fun in the bedroom.
After all his short-skirt comments and the scenarios he’d set out—this was definitely ending in bed. There’d been way too many days of dirty thoughts and getting herself off.
“Setting: a doctor’s office.” She tucked the card behind the others. “Sorry, no. Maybe if I hadn’t just seen a kid pop out from my sister.”
“In my defence, I set these cards up a couple of days ago,” Josiah admitted.
His gaze drifted over her, lingering on her breasts, then rising up to take in her face. Slow enough to be an actual caress, it slid over her shoulders. Over her skin and deeper.
It wasn’t just sexual, this attraction between them.
He was right. The past weeks had built a tie stronger than she’d expected. But the sexual part? Oh, hell yes, it was there.
It was time to do something about it.
Lisa glanced at the next card. “Setting: a remote hotel room. Two strangers—” She looked up with a grin. “I’m going to burst your bubble, but this is kind of how my cousin met your best friend’s sister.”
Josiah’s eyes widened as he scrambled forward to see which card she had. “Damn. You’re right. I never thought about it that way.” He tossed the card over her shoulder. “I mean, I’m glad it turned out well for them, but I’m not looking to reenact that.”
