Page 45 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
“Come here,” he said roughly, holding out his hand.
Mia looked at his naked chest as she reached out to place her fingers against his. Sam’s palm met hers and he pulled her in, so slowly she could barely feel herself moving forward.
“Are we going to keep talking around this, or are we actually going to do something?” Sam asked.
She nodded. “I think I was all talk,” she confessed. “I don’t know what to do.”
“You changed your mind?” he asked. “Because this is what it is. If you don’t want—”
Mia wriggled forward, dropping contact with his hand and placing her hands firm against his still-damp chest. “I haven’t changed my mind.” She slowly rose up on her toes, ready to kiss him again, ready to know what it would be like to be Sam’s lover. She’d never thought she’d be thekind of girl to want a no-expectations fling, but then, there were plenty of things she hadn’t expected when it came to Sam.
Their lips met and she sighed against his mouth, fingers tracing over his skin, feeling how warm he was, how thick his muscles were straining beneath the surface. Mia ran her nails down his back, loving the grunting sound he made when she did it, spurring her on, telling her that it was time to push the boundaries.
Sam clearly wasn’t going to sit there and do nothing though. Towel still miraculously tied around his waist, he moved closer into her, holding her hips and nudging her forward. Her stomach tingled, her skin was alive, every little part of her like a magnet trying to connect to Sam, and when she opened her eyes briefly to look at him, she could hardly believe the man who’s arms she was in.
He was like he’d stepped straight out of magazine, except Sam looked too tough around the edges to be modeling for underwear or even aftershave. Besides, right now he smelled of her shampoo and her coconut soap, and the look on his face said he meant business.
“Here?” she whispered.
“Anywhere you like, gorgeous,” he replied in a deep voice.
Mia’s hands slipped around his neck and she leaned into him. “Take me to bed then.”
“Just so we’re clear,” he said, his voice verging on a growl. “This is only sex. It canonlybe sex.”
She shook her head, not about to let him callallthe shots. “No, Sam,” she whispered back. “It’s not only sex. We can have all kinds of fun, we just can’t get attached.”
Mia wanted him so badly. Her body was aching for him, her skin flushed, ready for his hands to be touching everysingle part of her. But she’d always had issues with authority and she didn’t like him being the one in charge. This was her decision, too.
“So long as it’s no strings attached,” he mumbled, not seeming to care. “No expectations.”
“Three weeks,” she whispered, grinding against him, wanting him. It had been so long since she’d been with a man, and now that she was this close? She wanted Sam, and she wanted him now.
Sam stopped talking then. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, clean off her feet, carrying her over to the bed. She gasped when his towel slipped off after less than a few steps, and she felt his erection brush against her butt, the smooth, silkiness of his skin telling her exactly what she was in for.
Sam dropped her onto the bed. He was standing, completely stark naked, and for some reason she couldn’t catch her breath. She smiled, her lips slowly tilting up until she couldn’t hide it. Oh, she knew she was out of breath, she just didn’t want to admit it.
He was incredible to look at. She refused to be shy, boldly looking over his body. His torso and arms were ripped, the muscles big and his skin golden. When he spent most of his life in jeans, she had no idea how his legs were almost as tanned as his upper half, but they were. There was only one section of him that was a much lighter shade of golden, and that was where her eyes had tried their hardest to avoid but were constantly being dragged back to.
Wow. She met his gaze, saw the confidence there and wondered what the hell she was in for.
“Like what you see?” he asked, making her laugh.
“Yeah, actually, I do,” she whispered.
He lowered himself down and she thought he was going to kiss her, but instead, before his body skimmed hers, just when she parted her mouth, ready for his kiss, waiting for his lips to melt over hers, he paused. She could feel his hot breath against her skin and she arched up to meet him.
“You have an unfair advantage,” he murmured. “Off.”
He grabbed her jeans and tried to yank them down, but they were tight and wouldn’t budge. She laughed and wriggled, unbuttoning them. He didn’t wait, pulling and getting rid of them within what seemed like seconds. Then he got rid of her socks and she held her breath as he made his way back up, trailing a finger across her panties and making her gasp again. She had to give it to him—the guy seriously knew how to get her excited.
“Off,” he ordered again.
She decided to resist him, wanted to push his buttons, wanted to see what he’d do. “No,” she whispered.
He paused, looking down at her. “Yes.”
She fixed her gaze on him, lifted her leg and pushed her toes into him. She wanted to stay in control, at least a little bit. She kept her toes pressed against his torso, knowing exactly what he was thinking when he dropped his eyes down low. Her leg was perfectly arched, and she was giving him a good view of her tiny G-string, which she was certain would be leaving very little to the imagination.
