Taking the Bull by the Horns by Mj Fredrick

Author:Mj Fredrick [Fredrick, Mj]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Western, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages), Westerns
Amazon: B00DEK09NQ
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Taylor's RV was in the crowded park at the rodeo grounds. It had seen better days, but he probably didn't make much money. He'd reached the RV before her, and unlocked the door.

"Wait. How do you get your RV up here, and have Angelina's trailer and the truck?” she asked as she climbed out of her car.

"A friend drops off the RV for me.” He pushed open the door and motioned for her to enter ahead of him.

The place was clean, though a little shabby. Had he cleaned knowing he would bring her back here tonight? That he might have been anticipating as much as she was sent a thrill through her.

"What friend? Someone you work with?"

"Yep.” He closed and locked the door behind him.

The RV suddenly seemed a lot smaller. She backed up till she bumped into the counter. “Why don't you stay in the motel? Wouldn't that be easier? And more comfortable?"

"This is cheaper."

She dropped her gaze. She shouldn't have let him buy her those drinks. “Oh.” Maybe that meant he didn't bring many girls back here. Though, look at him. He was beautiful. He was never lonely unless he wanted to be. “I haven't done this in a long time. I mean, this isn't something I do."

"I know.” He cupped his hand over her jaw, lifting her face. “I'm no saint, Lavender."

Her heart plummeted. Next week he'd be at another rodeo, would have another woman in his arms. Isn't that what he was telling her? Could she expect more? “Okay,” was all she could manage.

He rubbed his thumb over the curve of her cheek. “But it's been awhile for me, too. And tonight, it's just you and me."

His kiss was different, deeper, hungrier, goal-oriented. She slid her hands up his arms, stroking over his biceps, closing over his shoulders as he slid his fingers along the waistband of her jeans, slipping them under the hem of her blouse, over the sensitive skin of her waist.

His mouth abandoned hers to slide along her jaw, back to that place below her ear where he'd kissed her earlier. His fingertips were rough on her skin and she imagined that touch everywhere. The sensations that shot out from his touch nearly sent her to her knees. As if he sensed it, he pressed his hips a little harder against hers, pinning her to the counter. She gasped his name and he lifted his head. Time stood still for a moment while he looked at her, then she closed her hands over the opening of his shirt.

"There's something I've been wanting to do since I met you,” she said. “Can I?"

"Can you what?"

She tugged his shirt in opposite directions, but instead of the ripple of unsnapping buttons, she heard the ripping of fabric.

He stepped back and stared at his shredded shirt. The snaps of his shirt had held stronger than the soft fabric, which now hung in tatters on either side of his placket, baring his hard-muscled bare chest.

Lavender raised her hand to her mouth and her eyes to his.

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