The Cowgirl's Man by Ruth Jean Dale

Author:Ruth Jean Dale
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

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THE INSTANT Clay and Grandma closed the front door behind them, Niki made a dash for the stairs and the safety of her own bedroom. Even if she wasn’t asleep when he returned—to be honest, there wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d be asleep when he returned—he wouldn’t know that.

At least she hoped with every fiber of her being he wouldn’t.

With trembling hands she threw off her clothes, twisted her long straight hair up into a loose knot and stepped beneath the stinging spray of the shower. This should help—a rush of chilly water designed to snap her back to reality.

But then she looked down and saw the pebbled tips of her breasts and nearly collapsed against the shower stall, remembering the fleeting pressure of his palm—

Stop it, she raged at herself. She didn’t want a sleazy affair, even with a man as desirable as this one. A relationship with him could never go anywhere. It would break her heart, and in the end she’d be worse off than she was now.

If that was possible. Her entire body thrummed with unfulfilled desire. She’d never wanted to make love to any man the way she longed to make love to this one—to let this one make love to her. Not even Steve Miles, her first love, had filled her with this kind of overpowering passion.

She turned off the shower and stepped out onto the bath mat. She shared this bathroom with him and his razor rested next to the sink, his soap-on-a-rope hung from the showerhead, his toothbrush next to hers on the rack. His presence overwhelmed her, even when he wasn’t here.

She’d never been overwhelmed by a man before and it scared her. Wrapping the big bath towel around her body, she scurried across the hall and into her own room. Slamming the door behind her, she leaned against it as if fearing pursuit.

IT TOOK slightly less than an hour to deliver Grandma to Dani’s door and drive back to the Bar-K. Fifty-five minutes of torment for Clay Russell, he thought as he pulled to a stop in the ranch house parking lot.

The brief scene in the kitchen had left him plenty worked up. The memory of how her breast had fit the curve of his hand was imprinted on his memory, making him groan and twist uneasily on the pickup seat. He’d been so close to his goal….

Jeez, his goal wasn’t simply to get her into bed—at least, it wasn’t supposed to be. He was here to convince her to compete for the Queen of the Cowgirls title. The other was just a…diversion.

Of course, if they were intimate she might realize more quickly the benefits of spending the next year in his company. He could modestly hope so, at any rate. But he wouldn’t use sex to get her to change her mind, he vowed. The passion with which he desired her didn’t have a damn thing to do with Mother Hubbard or her Duds. It had to

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