A Cowboy for Christmas by Sara Richardson

Author:Sara Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
Published: 2018-12-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

The second Tucker steered the sleigh into the barn and pulled the horses to a stop, Kenna ripped off the blanket and tossed it onto the bench behind them. “That was quick.” Thank God. After that little make-out session in the woods, her body quivered with impatience.

Tucker hopped down from the bench with a grin. “Yeah, those horses were in a hurry.” He walked around the other side of the sleigh and slid his hands onto her waist, prompting her to jump down to the ground and land up against his body.

She fastened her hands behind his neck and pressed her hips against his. “I’m sure it was all the horses.”

“Actually, it was all me,” he rasped, kissing her again. The scruff on his jaw tickled her cheek, only adding to the sensations building inside of her. “I don’t think you understand how much I want you, Kenna Hart.” He pulled back and lowered his gaze down her body, and then swore under his breath. “I have to get the horses settled.”

“Right.” She let go of him and tried to breathe normally again, but Tucker had everything taken care of before her lungs could calm. He clasped her hand in his and pulled her out the door.

The wind had picked up, blowing the snow in swirls around them. Tucker pulled Kenna close against his side, ducking their heads together as they stomped through a layer of new snow up to his house. Nerves fluttered in her stomach, and it wasn’t the typical butterflies. It was wild anticipation and desire and also fear all swarming together. How long had it been since she’d gone home with a man? So long she couldn’t remember. What if she said the wrong thing? What if she completely chickened out?

Tucker didn’t give her enough time to dwell on the what ifs before he urged her up the steps that led to his front door. She couldn’t see much of the outside, but his place had a nice rambling front porch that had been decorated with colorful lights.

Once they were safely inside, a cozy warmth seeped into her. She shed her coat and mittens before stooping to remove her boots while Tucker did the same. Her hands trembled, making it hard to work the laces. “You have a nice place,” she said to distract herself from the nerves. The house wasn’t big, but it was nice and well kept. Beyond the small entryway, the space opened up into a living room with a stone fireplace. The uncluttered kitchen tucked into the far corner looked like it had recently been redone with gray cabinets, pristine white countertops, and a subway tile backsplash. Dark oak floors gleamed, and it seemed nothing in the whole house was out of place. She finally pulled off her boots and lined them up neatly next to his.

“You sound surprised.” Tucker stood upright and took her hand to help her up.

“Well, I guess this is a generalization, but cowboys don’t strike me as great housekeepers.

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