Page 37 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
When he finally pulled back again, she was breathless. She gave him a little push, hands sliding down his chest when she finally released them from his neck.
“Well, that was a nice way to start the morning,” she whispered.
Sam slowly let go of her, but his eyes never left hers.
“Anyone ever told you how sexy you look dressed like that?”
She grinned, embarrassed but flattered. “Actually, no.” She didn’t tell him it was because no one had really ever seen what she wore to bed. “Anyone ever told you what soft lips you have?”
He laughed. “Lips of silk, heart of steel.”
She didn’t for a moment believe the heart of steel part, but she didn’t bother correcting him.
“I just came by to let you know I was here.”
Mia was still catching her breath, unable to resist smiling at his wry words. “Hmm, I think you managed that.”
They stood for a moment, the heat between them almost in need of a fire crew to put it out. She studied him, indulged in really looking at his face, more brazenly probably than she’d ever done before. There was something about him, something about the way he looked at her or spoke to her or treated her. She just didn’t know what exactly it was.
“You need to get dressed.”
“I don’t usually ride in my PJ’s, so there was no chance of me coming out like this.”
“It’s not your riding that I’m worried about,” he muttered.
She flushed, enjoying the burst of heat that ignited deep in her belly and rose like a wildfire across her skin. “Why are you really here?” she asked, then laughed at her own question when he gave an innocent shrug before backing up a few paces and leaning against the door jamb. “Oh,I get it. You were here early to check that my date hadn’t stayed over.”
Sam’s smile was replaced with a face that was impossibly difficult to read. “Why would I do that?”
She shrugged. “No idea. But he’s not, if that’s what you’re wondering.”
“Good,” he replied. “Now are we going to work the stallion together or are we going to trade jibes while you minx around in your sexy little sleep outfit?”
Mia’s mouth twisted up into a smile even though she fought hard to hide her satisfaction. “Yeah, we’re going to work the stallion,” she said, moving closer to him. She stood on tip-toes, palms to his chest as she grazed a kiss to his cheek. She stayed still, lips still against his skin, waiting for him to move. A thrill ran through her, a shiver down her spine, when he didn’t.
When he finally turned his head to her, she pressed a deep, slow kiss to his lips before moving back. She’d never reacted to a man like this before, and she had no idea what it was about Sam that was driving her crazy. Whatever it was, he was good for her, and she loved the way her body seemed to hum when she was around him, as if his kisses whispered from her mouth all the way down her body, skimming across her skin and making her feel more alive than she’d ever felt before.
“See you soon,” she murmured, leaving him standing there as she walked away and into her bedroom.
Part of her wished he would follow her, that he’d stormafter her and throw her over his shoulder, like a caveman conquering the woman he’d been lusting after, claiming her and making sure she knew it. But then again, she liked the anticipation, the burning heat of his eyes on her as he watched her. Mia didn’t look back, she couldn’t, but she was damn excited for whatever the hell happened next if that was just a taste of what she had to look forward to.
***
Sam walked back to where his truck was parked by the stables and whistled out to his dog. He patted his leg, praising Blue when he ran immediately over and trotted beside him the rest of the way.
Mia had been right, there was only one reason he’d showed up at her place in the morning, and it had everything to do with him wanting to make sure her date wasn’t there. Seeing her, alone and wearing her PJ’s, had comforted him. Clearly she hadn’t stayed at Preppy Guy’s place, either.
Two reasons. He was only lying to himself if he didn’t acknowledge the fact that he’d thought of little other than kissing Mia at the bar the night before.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he plucked it out, seeing it was Nate.
“Hey,” he answered.
“Hey yourself. Thought I’d check you actually made it home last night and didn’t do anything stupid.”
Sam laughed, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “Perhaps I should get you to define stupid?”
Nate’s chuckle was deep. “Were there any black eyes, fists flying, woman stealing or…” he laughed again. “Hell, I don’t know!”
