Mystic Cowboy by Sarah Anderson

Author:Sarah Anderson [Anderson, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Western
ISBN: 9781619212145
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2013-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

The air, colored with smoke and moonlight, did little to clear the weird fog from her head. Yes, Albert doing that medicine man thing had freaked her out, but just a little. And the part where he spoke English for only about the third time? No big deal. For all she knew, he’d been practicing those two lines. A special thank you from a special man. That’s all. She should have been thanking him. She’d had dinner at his house. Not a big deal at all.

What was a big deal, however, was her shocking inability to get her damned mouth shut as she watched Rebel carry her duffel. She was only vaguely aware of the fact she was swaying in the breeze, even though the air was still. The muscles in his forearms clenched and unclenched as he picked up her duffel like it was a bag of cotton balls and carefully set it in the trunk. Those muscles weren’t the only things clenching and unclenching. Her muscles—between her legs, across her chest—that she knew she had, anatomically speaking, but had never really had much personal experience with, were doing strange things. Things that hurt in a bizarre, good way. Things that demanded attention, a very certain kind of attention.

And what was a huge deal was the way he leaned against the side of the Jeep, arms crossed and that know-it-all smile that drove her nuts during daylight hours doing its damnedest to melt her in the moonlight.

Things clenched again. God, it hurt. And there was something in his smile that promised the rest of the evening would be wonderfully pain free.

She was not just going to throw herself at that smile. A woman had to have her principles, even if she couldn’t quite recall what those principles were at the moment. “Thank you,” she managed to get out without melting. Lost in a fog of confused thoughts and muscle spasms, the first thing that surfaced was supplies. He’d said he had supplies. “For helping me with that.”

“You’re welcome. And you’re doing it again,” he replied as he slid one hand under her hair. In less than a heartbeat, his fingers were wrapped around her neck, pulling her closer.

The warmth spread like a fever from her neck all the way down. So what if they were within earshot of everyone? Parts of her—oh, hell, who was she kidding?—all of her wanted him to touch more than just her neck. Just thinking about how close she’d been to an honest-to-God, one-handed climax a mere five days ago was enough to make her want to do bad, bad things. Her muscles clamped down with a spike of pain. “Doing what?” That’s what she came up with? Excellent. He was outflanking her within earshot of the party.

“Ignoring what you really want.” His lips found the same spot he’d practically devoured just a few hours ago, and much more than just a few isolated muscle groups spasmed. “What you really need.”

God, what was she doing? She wanted him, but she didn’t want to want him.

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