Page 3 of The Cowgirl's Secret Love
“And then the meds mess you up more?”
“Damn annoying,” she repeated.
“I get that. It’s tough to not be able to do the things you’re used to doing.” Her T-shirt had come untucked on one side, and his thumb was now sliding against bare skin, an evilly distracting touch that made her think about other things she wasn’t able to do right now.
Then again…
Their drinks appeared on the table.
Finn lifted his beer bottle in a salute, that hint of mischief dancing in the corner of his eyes. “Here’s to learning new ways to have fun.”
Was the man reading her mind?
Screw it. It was time to flirt and have as much fun as she decided she wanted. Or as much as her leg would allow before she had to call things off because of pain or awkwardness.
Karen offered him a wink as her glass and his bottleclinked. He smiled before tipping his head back, throat moving rhythmically as he drank. That hand of his stayed firmly in place on her waist. If anything, he tucked her tighter against him.
Oh, yeah, the pain in her leg was the last thing on her mind. The tingle risingbetweenher legs had feature billing at the moment.
The music blaring around them changed to a soft ballad, and Finn put his glass down. “Give me that.”
Her barely sipped Pepsi vanished to the high-top, and the next thing she knew, he’d tugged her a foot to the left into an open space on the dance floor.
“Oh, no, this won’t work,” Karen protested.
“Trust me,” Finn said as he tucked her body against his.
Okay. Not at all what she’d expected tonight, but dear sweet foals in the field, this was what she’d been craving.
He held her firmly, barely swaying. Just enough motion that their bodies made contact as she balanced on her good leg. They were close in height, and her cheek rested against his, the slight scruff of his five o’clock shadow doing dangerous things to her libido.
“You’re not getting much of a dance partner,” Karen told him a little breathlessly.
He adjusted position, and her breasts pressed more firmly against his rock-solid chest. “Hear me complaining?”
Nope. They were so close the other changes in his body were apparent as well. It wasn’t just his torso that was firm, and all things considered, the fact Finn had reacted and wasn’t afraid to let her know…
It might’ve been the most juvenile thing ever, but knowing that in spite of the unwieldy cast someone found her attractive? It was a powerful thing.
“You in town for long, Finn?”
“Don’t like to talk when I dance,” he said quietly a second before his lips brushed her neck. Right where there was some sort of magical control button, because goose bumps arrived, a heat wave hit between her legs, and her nipples reacted—all at the same time.
Okay. Silence worked for her.
She wrapped her arms tighter around him, swaying to make it clear every bit of his attention was very much appreciated.
The music went on for long enough that Karen’s cheeks were hot, her body was hot, and most of her annoyance had washed away in their truly delectable, somehow secretive, corner of the dance floor.
The tune changed to something far too upbeat, and she eased away reluctantly, offering what had to be a slightly stunned smile. “You’re a good dancer, Finn. Even if you don’t like to talk.”
“I can think of better uses for my mouth.” The comment fanned the flames even higher as he brought her back to the table. “You good here?”
A loud crash sounded across the room, followed by raised voices and laughter. An entire group rushed in from the opposite side of the bar, including the familiar faces of the Coleman clan. Karen’s short-lived magical flirtation was about to be discovered.
But when she turned back to prepare him for the onslaught of her family, Finn was gone.
A second later her younger sisters, Lisa and Tamara, were at her table, looking her over as if she were some sort of hospital specimen.
