Taming The Cowboy by Layla Valentine

Author:Layla Valentine [Valentine, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-10-11T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Ruth

I woke up in Dallas’s arms to the sound of rain pounding the roof and windows, and smiled blissfully. He was still asleep, his soft breathing stirring my hair. I lay there limply, somehow exhausted and refreshed all at the same time. I had no idea what time it was—and I just didn’t care.

All I wanted to do was lie there with him, until he woke and made love to me again.

I was sure I had left nail marks in him while he was driving me wild last night. I could see a few of them on his shoulder as I lay with my head pillowed on it. It was a little embarrassing—in a fun, naughty sort of way. I doubt he’ll mind one bit when he sees them. He sure didn’t mind then.

I was in love. Really in love, for the first time in my life. I felt like singing. I felt like making him breakfast in bed, and then calling the board and letting them know I was extending my working vacation for another month, just because.

They didn’t need to know about my romantic life. Or my sex life, for that matter. The board was mostly mildly conservative older Texans, some of whom would probably squirm like worms on a hook inside if they learned that their single female CEO even had a sex life.

Some of them might even deserve the discomfort, but I would rather they remain blissfully ignorant of anything I considered private, personal, and none of their damn business. Hell, I wouldn’t even tell Bella about this. This was all mine.

I smiled widely and stretched in the circle of Dallas’s arms, feeling my whole body tingle as my muscles flexed and relaxed. I wasn’t used to intimacy at all, let alone actual good sex. But here I was, soaked in the afterglow, and it was even still cool enough that I wasn’t sticky with dried sweat.

Unfortunately, my body still didn’t want to let me rest in his arms forever, like I wanted. The temperature might have dropped, but sex was thirsty work and my mouth was all stuck together inside. I waited as long as I could as my discomfort grew; my throat was parched, my eyes felt dry, and my skin started itching. Dammit.

Finally, I gave up and slipped carefully out of Dallas’s arms, laying the sheet back over him carefully. The air was almost chilly on my skin as I nipped off to the bathroom to rinse off and then put my shorts outfit back on.

I needed water so badly that I drained the whole pitcher he had in his fridge before the ache behind my eyes went away. As I stood at the sink filling it, I stared out the kitchen window over the fields behind his house, where dawn was just breaking. Soon, the roosters would start up, and the cows would start mooing, forcing poor Dallas up for his morning chores.

I should help him out. Get more of a feel for this work, and make sure he has more time for me—and breakfast, I guess.

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