Page 19 of Her Candy Cane Cowboy
She sighs. “You might think you’re into me and yet change your mind in the end. You might see me naked and?—”
“Never want to let you out of my bed.”
“And,” she stresses the word, ignoring what I said, “change your mind about wanting me. Especially if it’s forever.”
Her throat works and she turns her face away, but not before I see more than she probably intended for me to know.
I understand now. It was a man who hurt her. Had to be an ex. My hands clench into fists. I don’t know who the faceless guy is, but he’s clearly an asshole. And an idiot. Because only an idiot wouldn’t stick around for Ginger.
“I don’t know what your ex did to you or how he destroyed your faith in love, but I guarantee, I’m nothing like that loser.”
She bites her lip and I’m hoping she’s going to open up to me but instead, she turns away. “How many homes are already built and are set up here?”
I take the hint. “I lost count last time I visited. But I’ll show you my favorite one. Calvin says it’s a gift to me and he’ll deliver it to my ranch after the holidays.”
“I’d love to see it.”
I smirk, and she rolls her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
We walk to the back of the building and Ginger gapes at the tiny log cabin home we stop in front of. “How beautiful!”
I tap my fist against the side of the wood. “It’s red cedar.”
She gestures to the top of the cabin. “That whole side with the windows?—”
“It’s where the main bedroom is.” I take out a key and unlock the door. “And it has a skylight in the bedroom for stargazing.” I love seeing her delighted expression. “Come see the inside.”
Ginger exclaims over the small but high-end kitchen. “A waterfall chandelier?”
I shrug. “Calvin said something about leaves and nature in the design.” Décor isn’t my thing. Give me a decent saddle for my horse, a good cup of coffee and a comfortable bed and that’s all the décor I need.
She runs her fingers along the wall. “I love this. And look at that sofa. It’s vintage.”
“It’s not that comfortable,” I warn as she sits. “And my feet hang off the end.”
“It’s probably for show. But it’s all so amazing.”
“You’re welcome to tour it again after Calvin delivers it,” I say like it’s a foregone conclusion I’ll be in her life. That’s just the hope in me talking but it’s also determination because I will not give up pursuing her.
“I think,” she pauses, then says in a rush, “that I’d like that.” Her voice is husky and full of want.
I catch her looking at my lips again. The air between us thickens.
Moving slowly to make sure I’m not misreading the moment, I get closer, stepping into her personal space. I wait, scarcely able to breathe when she lifts her face and walks closer to me, putting her body against mine.
I can’t withstand the temptation any longer. I kiss her and it’s more than the meeting of our lips. It’s my promise. Someone was an umbrella over me when life rained, and I’ll be that for you. I won’t ever let you down. I won’t ever let go.
Chapter 9
Ginger
Dallas claims my lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His beard and mustache are abrasive against my skin, and it makes me imagine that abrasiveness as a form of pleasure on other areas of my body.
“You’re so perfect,” he growls against my lips, sliding his hand lower to cup my ass and pull my core against his bulging cock.
I open my mouth to respond but he swallows my words with his lips, kissing them like he owns them. Fiery and urgent, like there’s no tomorrow. It makes me want to do seductive things to his body. It makes me want him to do the same to me.
I’m hooked. Craving the ferocity of his touch. Craving his tongue thrusting into my mouth. Craving release as my panties dampen with need.
