Take Me, Cowboy by Jane Porter

Author:Jane Porter [Porter, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, mobi, epub
Publisher: Tule Publishing Group, LLC
Published: 2013-10-26T18:30:00+00:00

Colton felt the moment the energy changed between them, the air suddenly electric, charged with interest, crackling with awareness. Desire.

The desire wasn’t one-sided. He’d wanted Jenny Wright from the moment he spotted her on the street corner in her fancy wedding gown.

But the desire now was sharper, harder, heavier.

His body felt heavy and hungry. He felt fierce, almost predatory and knew he wasn’t what Jenny needed, particularly not hours after being jilted.

She needed a kind man, a gentle man, a man who would spoil her and treat her like a princess.

Colton didn’t know how to do that.

His expertise was in the bedroom, and yeah, he had solid technique, but he knew Jenny didn’t need a mind-blowing orgasm as much as she needed TLC.

Colt didn’t have a clue how to give TLC.

“I should get you home,” he said, fishing into his pocket for a wad of bills and peeling off four twenties and tucking them into the leather billfold.

She nodded and got to her feet. She rubbed her hands against the front of her thighs, as though she were nervous. Or excited. Probably both.

It would be so easy to kiss her right now. To slide his hands into her hair and wrap the silken strands around his fingers and hold her head back so he could take her mouth, exploring the softness and warmth as he molded her slim body to his.

He hardened all over again. He’d been in a state of arousal all night. It was ridiculous, being hard for hours, his aching erection straining against the denim.

They left Rocco’s in silence. As they approach his truck, Jenny misjudged the curb and would have fallen if he hadn’t reached for her, and held her up.

“Thanks for the save,” she said, her voice pitched low. “Now I feel like Charles.”

“You’re not drunk,” he answered, putting his arm around her to steady her. “You’re just tired.”

“I am,” she agreed.

Colton kept his arm around her as he walked her to his truck. He could feel her warmth with her slender body tucked up against his side, and smell the scent of her shampoo. Her hair smelled good, she smelled good, and felt good.

He was sure she would taste just as good, too.

Just like that he went hot and hard all over again, and the heat surging through him tested his temper, testing his control.

He shouldn’t want her this much. He shouldn’t want anybody this much.

He was glad when they reached his truck. He opened the passenger door for her and stepped back to let her climb in.

But she didn’t climb in. She turned around, faced him.

They were standing so close he could feel her breath and see the rise and fall of her breasts beneath her thin black sweater.

“I wish you were still a bad boy,” she said quietly, her face tilted up to his, her wide brown eyes meeting his and holding.

“Why?” he asked, his fingers itching to push her long blonde hair back from her face so he could caress the sweep of her high cheekbone, and the beautiful line of her jaw.

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