Page 19 of A Cowboy Home for Christmas
I find myself laughing again.
His chuckle almost makes the incident not seem as bad. “My turn.” His amber eyes glisten. “I’m jealous I didn’t get a matching pyjama set.”
I glance down at my outfit, then back up to meet his eyes. “I look like a frumpy old mommy, whose idea of a good time is matching pyjamas, a movie, and bed. Which it is, by the way. So, remember that the next time the idea of marriage pops in your head.”
“You don’t look frumpy to me.”
“I’m literally the definition of frumpy.” I touch the top near my neckline. “This is a glop of toothpaste right here. And Clara spilled her glass of water on my ass. So, my ass cheek is wet. And you go again, because wanting the same pyjamas as me you can say anywhere.
His eyes darken. “I want to strip the pyjamas off your body.”
I choke. “That’s, um.” I clear my throat. “That’s something new.”
“Too far?” he asks, but his gaze is burning off my clothes. And I like it. I like him. I want him. And all I have to do is break old habits and say the words.
My chest constricts like it’s closing in as I force the words to my mouth. “I want you to strip them off me.” Once the words pass my lips, my chest relaxes. “Tonight. Now.”
Chapter Five
BARKER
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IDON’T LET anythingcloud my mind. I lift Lauren and throw her over my shoulders. Her ass sits nicely by my face, and I head straight to my room.
A sound of surprise squeaks out of her. Her fingernails dig into the material of my shirt.
I kick the door shut and set her down beside the bed. Her hands drag down my front. Her fingers grip the edge of my shirt. Her sweet eyes plead with mine. I want to rip away her clothes and take her. My body is fucking ready. But I also want to explore every single part of her.
“Hi.” It’s the only thing that comes out of me.
She laughs, a sound of pure sweetness. “Hi.”
I lift her arms in the air. Our eyes never break connection. My hands clutch her hips. My finger graze her skin above the waistband of her pants. Slowly, I skim my hands up her sides, taking the shirt with them. She’s wearing no bra. I slide the material up her arms and discard it to the floor. Her hands drop down with me and her arms go to cover her front.
“Do do that.” I catch them, seeing the shyness in her eyes. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
