Page 39 of Still A Cowboy
She wrapped her arms around his neck,dragging him back into another kiss, this one messier, deeper, both of them burning now.
When her foot accidentally crunched one of the cookies under her heel, they both laughed, but neither of them slowed down.
“Guess we’re not saving those for later,” she whispered, her voice rough and teasing.
“Don’t need cookies,” he murmured, kissing a trail down her jaw.
She made a low sound in her throat that absolutely wrecked him.
The cookies could wait. The mess could wait.
Right now, she was everything.
“Your knee,” she blurted, obviously remembering his injury.
“Is fine,” he filled in for her. Even if it wasn’t, he had no intention of letting it get in the way. This kind of heat had a way of dulling pain and filling his mind with nothing other than Willa.
They kissed their way across the room, bumping into the table again, then stumbling into the back of a chair. Willa giggled against his mouth, her hands tugging at the buttons on his shirt like she could not get them undone fast enough.
Cal nearly tripped over the corner of the rug as they shuffled toward the bed.
“Careful,” she breathed, laughter bubbling up even as her pulse thundered against him.
“I’m trying,” he muttered, catching his balance and swooping back in for another kiss. “You’re a little distracting.”
“A little?” She pulled his shirt open, finally, pushing it off his shoulders like she had been working on that victory her whole life. His hands slid up under her sweater, bunching the soft fabric until he pulled it over her head and tossed it somewhere behind him.
Her hair tumbled around her shoulders, wild and perfect, and he could not stop kissing her, could not stop drinking her in.
They hit the edge of the bed and Willa cursed when her knee knocked into the frame. It obviously didn’t slow her down one little bit because she grabbed a handful of his shirt and dragged him down with her as they tumbled onto the mattress.
They shifted, adjusting limbs, laughing between kisses as they worked their way into something a little less awkward and a whole lot hotter.
“Smooth,” she repeated, breathless and flushed beneath him.
“I have my moments,” he said, kissing her again, longer this time, savoring it, feeling the spark turn into a wildfire.
And right then, Cal knew.
This was one of those moments. One he did not want to rush. One he absolutely did not want to forget.
Willa’s hands were everywhere, tugging at his clothes, skimming his skin, sending heatthrough him like nothing else could. Cal kissed her like he had not had enough oxygen in days, like he had been waiting for this longer than he could admit.
They fumbled out of shirts, jeans, and socks, laughing quietly every time they bumped into each other or got tangled up in the process.
She hooked her foot around his leg, pulling him closer as she teased, “You’re kind of terrible at the whole coordinated cowboy thing.”
He grinned and kissed her neck, feeling her shiver under his lips. “I can be coordinated when I need to be.”
Her fingers slid through his hair, tugging gently. “This isn’t the time for a demonstration?”
Cal brushed his nose against hers, his hand gliding along her bare waist. “Oh, it is definitely the time.”
The mood hovered between them, light and electric, like they had stumbled into something that was just as much laughter as it was heat.
As his hand traced up her ribs and over her breast, she whispered, “Pretty sure your mom’s cookie curse is scattered all over the floor.”
“Good,” he murmured, kissing her again. “Let it stay there.”
