Page 33 of Still A Cowboy
Yeah. Location didn’t matter one bit.
Willa’s voice was soft but steady when she spoke. “Is the video going to cause any trouble for you? I mean… your reputation, your business back in Dallas?”
Cal let out a low laugh, shaking his head. “Kissing a beautiful, single woman isn’t going to hurt anything.” His eyes stayed on her, his grin lingering. “Pretty sure the worst thing I’ll get is afewway to go, Caltexts.”
He tipped his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over her. “What about you? Will this cause you any trouble?”
Willa shrugged, but there was something thoughtful in the way she was working it over in her head. “Not trouble, exactly. But this will probably bring in more people to the Seaglass. People looking for gossip. People curious to see what’s going on with us.”
She stopped suddenly, her eyes narrowing like something had just clicked. “Damn it,” she muttered, dragging her hands through her hair. “It’s going to fuel my family’s attempts to push us together and the soulmate gossip.”
Cal’s grin widened as he slipped his arm around her waist and tugged her in, his voice dropping low. “Is that such a bad thing?”
Willa opened her mouth, probably to argue, but she didn’t get the chance.
He kissed her, deep and sure, the kind of kiss that erased the last shred of distance between them. Her body melted into his like it belonged there, her fingers sliding up his chest, gripping the collar of his shirt to pull him closer.
The kiss scorched through him, sharp and electric, and when her hands fisted the fabric at his back, he groaned against her mouth and pressed her tighter to him.
Her lips parted under his, and he took full advantage, tasting her, claiming her, the heatspiking so fast his pulse hammered in his throat. He slid his hand along her back, skimming the curve of her waist, and he wanted nothing more than to keep going. To keep exploring. To lose himself in every breath, every shiver, every sweet, hot sound she made when he deepened the kiss.
The rest of the world could wait. The video could wait.
Right now, it was just her. Just them. And the burn between them that wasn’t cooling down anytime soon.
The kiss deepened, their bodies pressed so close he could feel every sharp inhale, every rush of heat rolling off her. Cal slid his hand between them, his palm curving over her waist, then lower, his fingers teasing just enough to make her gasp softly against his mouth.
Her hands were everywhere, gripping his shoulders, tugging his shirt, sliding over his chest like she couldn’t get enough of him. Hell, he couldn’t get enough of her either. He wanted her laid out beneath him. He wanted her breathless, her head tipped back, her legs wrapped tight around him.
The kissing, the touching—it all escalated fast.
His hand slipped over her hip, under the hem of her shirt, his skin meeting hers, and her whole body arched into him like she was chasing more.
Cal dragged his mouth from hers, only enough to kiss along her jaw, her neck, tasting thesoft curve of her skin, hearing her breath shudder as her fingers tangled in his hair.
Then something caught his ear.
Noise.
Voices.
Commotion from the street below.
Willa stilled in his arms, her breathing still ragged, but her head turned toward the window.
They both moved to look, Cal brushing the curtain back.
On the sidewalk below, a small crowd had gathered. Squealing, giggling fans were circling Lark and Sawyer, who were smiling and chatting like they were soaking up every second of the attention.
Willa let out a slow breath. “Well, that’s a buzzkill.”
Cal’s mouth curved, still catching his breath. “Or a sign the town’s about to get even more interesting.”
Willa gave him a look, but she didn’t pull away from his arms. She stayed close, their bodies still pressed together, the heat between them still simmering just under the surface.
For a few seconds, neither of them moved. Clearly, neither of them wanted to.
Then, down on the street, Lark and Sawyer looked up. Their eyes locked on the window. They smiled. Sawyer even gave a casual little wave.
