Page 25 of Her Cowboy Christmas
“Yeah, a date.I’ve done this backward, but I’m going to get us back on track.As of tonight, we’re dating.I’m your man.You’re my girlfriend.”
She smiles sweetly, looking happy, and my heart kicks against my ribs.
“So, have dinner with me tomorrow night.Let me woo you.Do all that romance shi—stuff,” I finish.
“What’s in it for me?”she asks seductively.
“Dinner and a kiss goodnight.”
Her eyes heat and grow hazy.“A kiss where?”
God, she kills me.
“Your mouth… to start.”
“You could start tonight,” she whispers, rising on her toes to press her lips against mine.
I groan and pull her flush against me.“You’re so smart.”
She laughs.“We should work.We only have a few days left before the festival.”
“Yeah,” I sigh.
Blair looks so pleased at that moment.I know she doesn’t have any experience with sex or men,thank God,and neither do I, but I do know she loves my reaction to her.She looks so happy, so confident, every time she feels my desire for her.
“Let’s get to work then,” I say, and she giggles as I slap her ass on my way to grab my tools.
We spend the next hour building the cornhole game and stealing touches and kisses.By the time we’re finished painting everything, I’m positive my zipper is a permanent part of my cock.
I adjust myself as we head out to my truck, but it’s no use.
“You okay there?”Blair asks as I start the truck.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I gripe.
She laughs happily, her green eyes sparkling.“Maybe.It’s…exhilarating.I’ve never had a lot of male attention.”
“Good,” I grumble.
Blair slaps my arm.“I don’t know.It’s exciting.I finally get the butterflies that people always talk about.”
“Me too,” I agree.
She smiles, sitting back in her seat as we head down the driveway.We hold hands as we drive to her place, and I try not to show my disappointment as I park out front.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I tell her as I help her out of her seat.
“For our date.”
“Uh-huh.”
I lean down, and Blair meets me halfway, pressing her lips against mine.The moment our lips touch, everything else fades—the hum of the engine, the soft creak of the leather seats, even the whistle of the wind outside the truck.It’s just her.Sweet, warm, and soft.
Blair sighs into my mouth, her fingers tightening around mine before sliding up to my jaw.I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, tasting her smile.It’s unhurried, slow, and tender, like we both know we could stay here forever and still not get enough.
When she finally pulls back, she lingers close, her breath brushing my lips.“Goodnight, Cole,” she whispers shakily, like maybe she feels the same spark that’s still racing through me.
“Goodnight, Blair.”
