Page 96 of Kentucky Nights
When she hears me, she turns her head, and her eyes hood with lust. Her arousal marinates the air, and I growl low in warning. She can’t look at me like that when we have plans.
We won’t make it out of the house.
She’s wearing those shorts I love so much. The ones with the frayed hem. They show the slight undercurve of her cheeks, and I can never keep my hands off her when she’s wearing them.
She’s wearing her pink cowboy boots, of course, and a plum-colored crop top with sleeves that hang off the shoulder. God damn, she looks beautiful. Freckles pepper her shoulders, and she even has a few on her chest. My tongue flicks onto my lower lip as I imagine running my hands down her body and kissingthat spot between her legs that will make her squirt on my tongue.
Fuck.
My mate is fucking sexy. I have to look away, or we are never going to leave this house, and I’ve promised her a special night. I have to keep my word. She tests my resolve. Her legs look so fucking soft as the light from the kitchen shines on them. In those shorts, she has legs for miles, and I’m ready for them to wrap around my waist.
Her eyes drop to the bulge in my jeans, nibbling that damn bottom lip again.
Tilting my head, I stare at her, thinking about all the ways I’m going to feed from her tonight. My gaze drops to every spot I’m salivating for.
The neck.
The breast.
The wrist.
Left inner thigh.
And right.
Pulling out my phone, I select a shirtless picture of me and type out a message.
“The sooner we leave. The sooner I can get you home and in bed. Remember, you gotta feed me, Darlin’.”
I press send, crossing my arms over my chest as if I’ve just done the most impressive move known to mankind.
Her phone dings with the message, and when she sees it, she squirms in her seat by pressing her thighs together. The kitchen fills with the smooth spice of her arousal, nearly drugging me with how good she smells.
“Carmen, I need to go. Kentucky and I have plans, but I’ll text you later, okay? I love you.”
“You’ll be seeing me tomorrow. I’ll be on your doorstep first thing if you don’t call me. Be safe. Take pepper spray,” she whispers, so I can’t hear her.
I do.
And I stifle a laugh.
“I don’t have pepper spray, Carmen.”
“Fine. Just be alert and use your head. I’m glad you’re okay, but if anything happens to her, Kentucky, I’m finding you.”
“I don’t doubt it, ma’am.” I wrap my arm around Dru, plucking the phone from her grip. “Have a good night.” Pressing the red button to end the call has never felt better.
“Darlin’, you’re mine tonight.” I grab her ass, my fingers sinking into the thick flesh, and tug her closer to me.
I can’t help but growl. Fuck, she’s perfect.
“I’m yours every night,” she purrs, drifting her finger across my chest.
I’ll be damned if nights haven’t turned into my favorite part of the day.
The music is loud at Rodeo’s Way, a bar next to the arena we were at a few days ago. Every step I take, my boots stick to the floor from all the spilled beer from people dancing with a drink in their hand. In the far-right corner, cowboys play pool while their girls watch. To the left is a massive dance floor where the line dancers are.
I’ve never seen so many cowboy hats in my life.Everyonehas one on.
