Page 11 of Dirty-Talking Cowboy
CHAPTER FOUR
Rhett
I couldn’t get the taste of her out of my mouth.
It had been hours since I’d kissed her, since I’d felt her melt against me and heard those little sounds she made when I’d deepened the kiss, and I was still hard as a rock thinking about it. About how sweet she’d tasted, how responsive she’d been, how she’d gripped my jacket like I was the only thing keeping her upright.
About how she’d admitted she’d never done any of it before.
Virgin.
Maggie was a virgin. And that possessive, primal part of me that I usually kept locked down tight was roaring with satisfaction at the knowledge. Mine. She’d be mine. First and only, if I had my way about it.
I adjusted myself on the saddle, thinking I hadn’t been this horny even as a teenager, wet behind the ears.
I’d had my share of women over the years. Bought and paid for with a fancy dinner, maybe a trinket. I knew I was handsome and could be charming when I put forth the effort. I usually didn’t have to with women. My bank account did the talking for me.
But with Maggie. I didn’t see dollar signs in her eyes. I say wonder. Curiosity.
And heat.
Despite her innocence, she wanted me.
I knew it.
She knew it.
And getting her in my bed? It wasn’t a question of if anymore. It was when.
When I arrived at her place, she was already outside, pacing the porch like she was nervous. Good. She should be nervous. She should be thinking about that kiss, about what it meant, about what came next.
She looked up when she heard me approach, and I didn’t need to see the blush staining her cheeks to know it was there. Now, I wanted to see it everywhere on her body. She was wearing jeans again and a blue flannel shirt that looked too big on her. Her aunt’s probably. And she looked beautiful to me.
“Morning,” I said, dismounting.
“Morning.” Her voice came out a little breathless, and I smiled. She was affected. Had she spent the night thinking about me the same way I’d spent all night thinking about her?
“Sleep well?” I asked, even though I knew damn well she hadn’t.
“Fine.” A lie. I could tell by the way she fidgeted with the hem of her shirt and refused to meet my gaze. “What are we doing today?”
“Thought I’d take you out to check the cattle. You’ve got about thirty head that need to be looked over, make sure they’re healthy, not injured.” I moved closer, watched her track my movement like prey watching a predator. “But first, come here.”
She blinked. “What?”
“Come. Here.” I let command seep into my voice, the tone I used when I expected to be obeyed. “Now, Maggie.”
She hesitated for just a second, then walked down the porch steps toward me. When she was close enough, I reached out and snagged her wrist, pulling her against my chest.
“Rhett—”
“I’ve been thinking about you,” I said, my free hand coming up to cup her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. “I’ve been thinking about this mouth, about how sweet you tasted, about all the sounds you made when I kissed you.”
Her breath hitched. “We shouldn’t—”
“We should. We are.” I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip, watched her eyes go dark. “I told you yesterday that kiss was just the beginning. Last night, did you think about what comes next?”
“I—” She swallowed hard. “I don’t know what you mean.”
