Page 49 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
Chapter 13
MIApinned her wet hair up and put on some light makeup. Usually if she showered late in the day or at night she’d leave her skin bare, but with Sam waiting for her out there, she wanted to go the extra mile.
She’d half expected him to follow her into the bathroom, but he hadn’t and when she’d come out he was gone, the only evidence he’d ever been there in the first place was the rumpled bed sheets he’d left behind.
Mia checked her reflection in the mirror, deciding her jeans and tank top looked perfectly acceptable for a Saturday night in. She made her way to the kitchen, surprised to find Sam sitting at her counter, beer in hand.
“I made myself at home,” he said, chuckling as she stared at him. She must have looked surprised to find him there like that, because he set the beer down and crossed the room.
Mia smiled when he put his arms around her, melting into him when he kissed her, long and slow, his mouth tasting of beer. She kissed him back, body still tingling from all the wicked things he’d done to her. His stubble teasedher skin and her top lip felt grazed from the touch, the whisper of bristles against her skin reminding her of where else she’d felt the very same sensation.
“What did you pick for me to drink?” she asked, stroking one hand down his chest. He had his shirt back on, only now it was only half buttoned up, untucked, and the sleeves were rolled all the way up. He looked so damn sexy she could hardly believe he was in her kitchen with her, or that she’d been brave enough to have sex with the most gorgeous damn man she’d ever crossed paths with.
“Well, I was going to pour you a wine, but there was nothing open. And I didn’t think you looked like a beer kind of drinker.” He raised a brow. “Or am I wrong? Is there another reason you have beer in the house, like for a boyfriend?”
She felt the corners of her mouth kick up into a smile. “Whiskey. On the rocks,” she said, trying to keep as straight-faced as she could. “And yeah, the beer is for my boyfriend.”
“You’re fucking with me,” he swore softly, his eyes catching hers, the look he was giving her making her want to melt.
“Yeah, I am.” She laughed when he caught her around the waist, moving swiftly, his hands broad and strong and locking her into place. “I don’t have a boyfriend, and the beer is Tanner’s. He stays sometimes, and he sure likes to keep my refrigerator well stocked.”
“You little she-devil,” he muttered as she dipped back, away from him, not letting him kiss her.
She squealed when he hauled her back up, manhandling her, throwing his weight around to make her body comply. He marched her backward, his hard body merged with hers.
“This is going to be a fun few weeks,” he murmured as he pressed into her, fingers skimming under her top, teasing her bare skin as he kissed her, his mouth hot and wet.
Yeah, it was.Only she wasn’t used to casual or no-strings. She had always been a boyfriend kind of girl, or a not-at-all kind of girl. But she was all grown up now, and she knew better than to go looking for a relationship. Sam was handsome and sexy and fun. He was perfect. And once their time was up, she could focus on her work and not have any distractions. Besides, it was nice to be hanging out with a guy who didn’t want or need her money and didn’t treat her any differently because of who she was.
Sam’s mouth left hers and she raised her hand, wishing his lips were still there, craving the contact. His eyes were stormy as he looked down at her.
“You know I still feel like shit for how I treated you, when I first came here.”
“What?” she whispered, leaning back to look up at him. “When you thought I couldn’t even ride? When you treated me like some rich princess who didn’t know the back of a horse from the front? That what you’re talking about?”
His laugh was deep—toe-curling kind of deep. Especially when it was paired with the sexy-as-hell way he was looking at her. “And now I knowexactlyhow good you are in the saddle.”
A kick of heat flooded Mia’s cheeks and she didn’t even care. Sam was giving her a look that said he’d seen her naked and loved every minute of it, and she wasn’t going to shy away from that.
“Get me that drink, would you?” she muttered. “You’re terrible at looking after your boss.”
He pretended to tip his hat to her, touching his head. “Yes, ma’am.”
“And make it a beer,” she told him. Although privately she was wondering if maybe she did need that whiskey after all. Maybe a shot or two of straight liquor was exactly what she needed to make sure she could keep up with the delectable Sam.
Mia sauntered into the kitchen and opened the fridge, relieved to see she did still have some fresh pasta in there. She had a large bottle of tomato pasta sauce she’d only half used, one she’d made weeks ago and pulled out of the freezer when she needed something delicious to eat during the week, so that would have to do.
“Still thirsty?” Mia jumped when something cold touched her back.
“Shit!” she swore, spinning around to see Sam standing there, grinning like mad, holding up a cold beer. “How the hell did you even get that when I’ve been the one in the fridge?”
He went to press it against her skin again but she slapped at him, grabbing the beer from his hand.
“You staring into the fridge hoping it has all the answers?” he asked wryly.
“Actually, I’m trying to figure out whether you’ll care about eating vegetarian.”
His brows pulled together. “I thought we were having steaks on the grill?”
