The Bachelor Cowboy by Jessica Clare

Author:Jessica Clare [Clare, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2021-01-26T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Jack gazed down at her, his handsome face momentarily serious. “Been waiting all week to touch you, you know.”

“Have you?” His words made her ache. She touched his cheek lightly, fascinated by the planes of his face.

He nodded, then leaned in and dipped over her for a light kiss. “Been thinking about what it’d be like to have you under me, to feel your body against mine. Been having all kinds of dirty thoughts about you, really.”

“Stuff for your spank bank?” It made her breathless.

He gave a short nod, leaning in and nipping at her jaw. “Like right now, with your dress all hiked up around your waist,” he murmured, putting a hand on her hip. “Gonna be thinking about that a lot.”

Layla moaned. Her lips parted and she tried to follow his mouth, hungry for another kiss, but he moved to her neck, and, oh god, that was really, really good. He nipped her there, then sucked so hard she knew she’d have a mark . . . and she didn’t care. The way his mouth felt there sent quivers deep through her belly. “You know what else I like?”

“Mmm?”

“I like that you wear your hair up.” He reached up for the ponytail holder that had somehow made it through the night, though only half of her hair remained in it. “Because then I get to imagine me freeing it.” He groaned, burying his face in her hair. “Get to imagine it falling all over the both of us while I kiss you.”

“Do you think about kissing me a lot?” she asked, breathless.

“All the damn time.” Jack’s mouth was on her throat again. “When I wake up, I think about kissing you. When you text me, I think about your mouth. When you laugh, I want to put my mouth all over your damn body. I’m utterly crazy about you, Layla.” He moved up to her mouth again and gave her another searing kiss that made her toes curl. “Let me make you come, baby. That’ll take care of your hangover.”

She sucked in a breath, startled at his bold words . . . and utterly thrilled.

Okay, and nervous. She’d danced around the whole virginity topic for a while, but what if he figured out that it was true? What if she was a terrible lay and he didn’t want anything to do with her after this? What if—

Jack lifted a hand, stroking her hair away from her face. “You got quiet, Layla—”

To Layla’s side, there was a fierce snarl, and then Oscar attacked Jack’s hand.

“What the fu—” Jack jerked backward, and Oscar barked, yipping and angry and high-pitched.

“Hands,” Layla breathed, still dazed.

Jack stared at the dog, then flopped onto his back and laughed. Oscar chased after him, growling, trying to get at Jack’s hand.

“Right. Sorry, buddy. I forgot about hands.” He rolled off the bed and onto his feet, and then pressed a kiss to Layla’s head, where she still lay sprawled and boneless in the bed. “Forgot you were still here.

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