Page 69 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
She kept her smile fixed, didn’t want him to see through the façade to how disappointed she was. “No problem,” she said, ducking back through the fence and heading to the stables. She couldn’t lie to herself, but she wasn’t going to let Sam see how much he’d started to mean to her, if he didn’t even want to stay the night. She was a big girl, andshe needed to put on her big girl panties and deal with the fact she was getting exactly what they’d agreed on. It wasn’t his fault if she suddenly wanted more.
***
Sam watched Mia as she sipped her champagne. She was tipsy but not drunk, and she was smiling as she set her glass down on the counter. When she looked up, seeing his eyes on her, she sauntered forward and made them both laugh.
She was so beautiful she took his breath away sometimes. He opened his arms, smiling as she stepped in against him, her sigh against his lips as she claimed a kiss, making him grin. His lips kicked up before he kissed her back.She’s not yours. He folded her in his arms, her hair brushing against him as she tipped back a little and looked up at him.
It was hard to hold back sometimes, to remind himself that what they had wasn’t for keeps. She was so easy to be around, and he was starting to like the way she called him out and stood up for herself. And when they were like this, just the two of them, it was tough to remember they only had another week before everything came to an end. He’d done his job with the stallion, but that was the only part of being at River Ranch that felt like it should be ending.
“Want to go to bed?” Mia asked.
He didn’t reply. Instead he bent and scooped her up, carrying her to the bedroom without saying a word. Her head was against his chest, her arms slung around his neck, as he strode through the house.
“Where’s Blue?” she suddenly asked.
“Stalking your cat I’d guess,” Sam replied with a chuckle.
“Do you think we should check on them?” Mia asked, twisting in his arms.
He held her tighter, looked down at her and stood at the foot of the bed. “No,” he grumbled. “There’s only one thing we’re doing right now, and checking that the dog and cat have become friends isn’t it.”
Sam set Mia down, hand on her arm, the other rising to stroke down her hair as she stood before him. They were only inches apart, but the air between them made it feel like more, and he stepped up into her, tucking a finger beneath her chin to tilt her face up. Mia’s lips were parted ever-so-slightly, her eyes wide and warm as she stared back at him, never breaking their gaze. He drank in the sight of her standing there, her long hair grazing her shoulders and falling down her back, before burying his fist in that long mane and tugging her head back a little.
Mia gasped, her mouth opening more, and he crushed his lips to hers, kissing her with everything he had. If he weren’t so damn scared, if he could find it within himself to open up to her, then he would have, but for now this was all he had to give and he wanted her to know how much she meant to him.
Still kissing her, pausing only to trace his lips down her neck when she tipped back further, exploring his way to the top of her breast before making his way back up to her mouth again, he started to unbutton her shirt. Mia’s hands started to work on his buttons as he finished hers and gently slipped the shirt from her shoulders, exposing bare skin that made his breath catch. It didn’t matter how many times he saw her naked, she always had the same effect on him.
He dropped lower, kissing his way down, slowly unzipping her jeans and pulling them down. He ran his tongue over her panties, grinning when she groaned, and reached for her wrists to hold her in place. He pushed out a hotbreath against her skin which made her squirm, kissed her lightly all around, tongue tracing against skin as soft as butter. When she fought against his hold on her and pushed her fingers through his hair, gripping on to it, he resumed taking her jeans off, slipping them all the way down and tugging them off when she lifted each foot in turn. Undressing her had become one of his favorite things to do.
When he glanced back up to see her standing in only her underwear, he slowly stood and shrugged his own shirt off, then his jeans. Mia was looking at him expectantly, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips. Sam pushed her, his hand to her chest, gently, listening to her laugh as she fell back onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of her, elbows on either side of her head as he kissed her. He was happy to go slow tonight, to let her decide how fast she wanted to go, and from what he could tell, she was enjoying the pace.
Mia’s hands circled his shoulders, her nails digging in as she ran her fingers down his back, kissing him, tongue laced with his, their movements unhurried. When she pulled back and pressed a kiss to his jaw, and then his neck, Sam moaned, holding his weight above her still, not wanting to crush her as she wriggled beneath him. Her teeth grazed his neck and then her lips plucked at his collarbone, sucking, teasing him as she moved. It wasn’t until she went to tug at his boxers that he realized she’d already taken her own panties off.
Sam helped her, using one hand to tug his down so he didn’t drop down onto her, and the moment he turned back she was pressing on the back of his head, pulling him down, forcing his mouth back to hers.So much for slow. Mia kissed him like she’d never been kissed before, urgentnow, the unhurried, slow pace of moments earlier long gone now.
“Sam,” she murmured against his mouth as fingers closed around him, feeling his erection, guiding him in.
He was about to protest, to tell her he hadn’t had enough time to pleasure her first, to…
Oh hell. Mia was already wet for him as he slid down into her, her fingers digging into his butt as she showed him exactly what she wanted, wriggling beneath him.
“You’re wicked,” he whispered in her ear, giving her what she was asking for, pushing deeper inside of her.
Mia clenched herself around him, moaning and arching her back, her breasts coming up to meet him, as he closed his mouth over one of her erect nipples, sucking hard and liking the way she bucked in response beneath him.
It just so happened he was fine with wicked, especially when it came to Mia.
***
Mia draped herself over Sam, unable to get enough of him and trying to give him a reason not to go. She wanted him to herself, selfishly, all night. She wanted to wake up next to him and then snuggle back into him; have him make love to her on rumpled, warm sheets before she rose for the day. Every night they spent together left her satiated in one way, but when he left, all she felt was emptiness. How could she have been so sure she wasn’t going to want more from him, so certain that a few weeks of fun were going to be enough? She groaned inwardly; that had beenbeforehe’d shown his true self to her, when he’d been arrogant and so unlike the type of man she’d expected to ever fall for.
Dammit, she wanted more!
“Sam,” she whispered, kissing his chest and tucking tighter against him. He responded, lips to her hair, warm body pressing in to hers. She loved the way he reacted to her, the way he touched her. Mia took a big breath and slowly let it out. “Stay,” she said.
His arm tightened around her and she wondered if he actually would this time. She hadn’t realized how much it annoyed her, but they only had a few days left and she wanted to make the most of it. Why was he so damn insistent that he couldn’t ever stay over? Would it be so bad to wake up beside her, to roll over, bodies warm, sheets rumpled, and have morning sex before eating breakfast together?
Sam didn’t say anything. She wondered if he was asleep and listened to the steady rise and fall of his chest. His breathing was relaxed, deep and strong, but she glanced at his face and saw that he was looking at her now, his head propped up just enough by the pillow.
