Page 45 of Rough Cowboy
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SHE LAUGHS, LIFTINGher hands to shield her face from the splashes. “You’re wild.”
“That’s what my last name claims.”
My knees scrape the bottom of the tub, and I lift her ass onto my lap. My hands snake up her back to grip the back of her neck. I lean over to meet her soft lips.
I stop inches away. “I am sorry.”
“Silver...” Her hands rest on my shoulders.
“The last two weeks have been the worst in my life. Keeping my distance. Thinking you’re better off without me. Not wanting to disrupt whatever you and my brother have going on. But it was fucking torture.”
“I’m sure you’re exaggerating.”
“I’m not.”
Her thumb strokes my jawline. “You just missed the sex.”
I catch her hand and kiss her palm. “I missed you.”
Her breathing hitches. “You don’t even know what that means.”
“I missed seeing your smile and the laughter that pours out of you so uncontrollably it’s almost scary.” She tries to press away her smile. “I missed sharing knowing looks across the room or watching you try to outdrink me. I missed arguing over music because country music is the ultimate music.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
“It’s one-hundred percent not.”
My finger rubs circles on the back of her neck. “I don’t know what to label our relationship, but I like the person you are. All sex aside, I missed you.”
Her lips crash into mine. Our tongues collide and lap and leave us both breathless. The touch is dynamite. Hot, rough, and wonderful.
When we part, she’s smiling at me. “You know, I’m only using you for sex, right?”
“You didn’t miss me?” I tease back.
“Not even a little.”
“What about my sense of humor?”
“It’s dark and a little perverted.”
A deep rumble escapes me. “You’re one to talk.”
She bats her wet eyelashes all innocently at me. “I’m sweet as a candy heart on Valentine’s Day.”
“You hate Valentine’s Day.”
“If all my valentines were as amazing as riding a mechanical bull and then spending the night trapped in that kinky cage at that tacky motel, you took me to, it would become my new favorite holiday.”
The way my cock jerks makes me wish I’d rid my pants. “We were too sloshed to realize what could’ve possibly been done in that room before us.”
“Don’t ruin my favorite valentines.” I’m drowning in her beautiful eyes.”Besides, we did enough naughty things to leave our mark.”
I chuckle against her mouth. “That we did.” I could sit here with her gathered in my arms forever. It’s been too long. But she’d think I lost my mind.
