Second Sunrise Cowboy (Second Chance Book 8) by Carver Rhonda Lee

Author:Carver, Rhonda Lee [Carver, Rhonda Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-06-10T07:00:00+00:00

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Cash poured himself a cup of coffee and took it out on the porch. The sun was shining and the blue sky promised a cloudless day—just too bad he had storms brewing inside his head.

He hadn’t slept more than a few winks last night and he blamed a petite blonde who’d haunted his sleep—and his wakeful hours—since she’d popped into his unexciting life. And what did he go and do? Up and asked her to marry him. Pfft. Either he’d lost his sanity, or for the first time in his life he was saner than he’d ever been. He didn’t regret one second asking Dakota to be his wife, and that should scare the hell out of him, but instead it made him feel alive.

He wasn’t a man with a lot of skill when it came to being romantic or relationships. Rebecca had never needed or wanted flowers, poems, or jewelry. Hell, thinking back, maybe she did and he just didn’t provide.

Fact was he liked Dakota and found her to be someone he wanted to get to know better. He guessed he could have done it the easy way by dating like normal people, but when it crossed his mind that she could leave town, he’d been overcome by an urge to keep her close.

Sure, he had a hankering deep in his groin that ached for release, but what single man wouldn’t for a beauty like Dakota. He had another craving that ran far deeper than sex would ever satisfy. He wanted her in his life, every day.

Fuck!

The realization struck him like the impact of a semi-truck. Why did he open himself up to her? Hell, she’d snuck in when he least expected it, batted her expressive eyes and he was a goner.

He laughed at his calamity. He was falling for a stranger.

Could be worse. In fact, he quite enjoyed ‘liking’ Dakota Childs. She made his day brighter.

And when he heard the familiar rumbling of the loud exhaust coming up the lane, his heart pitter-pattered like a schoolboy’s. Sheesh. Get it together, man.

She slipped out of her car and walked up the sidewalk as he skimmed his gaze over her. He could have melted into the cracks of the dilapidated wood. The short hem of her skirt hit a few inches above her knees, swaying, teasing him. The tank top held the firm mounds of her breasts that bounced just enough to remind him how they felt in his palms. Her toned, tanned legs would fit nicely around his hips as he drove deep—

“You’re up. Good.” Her hands sunk to her hips, tilted at a saucy angle. “We need to talk.”

He meandered his gaze back to her face, but the bulge in his zipper didn’t ease, not even an inch. “Coffee?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I gotta say what’s on my mind.”

“Shoot.”

Her tongue swept out, moistening her bottom lip and hunger pangs spiraled through him. He had it bad and it felt so damn good. “Yes, Cash Bailey, I’ll be your wife.

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