9781631051289TemptedbytheCowboySullivan (3 page)

“I love them. I have
two myself
.”

“You do?”

“Yeah.
I have a band around
my left bicep and a tribal swirl around my right shoulder and chest.” He pulled
his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans
,
then
eased each button down
the front from its hole, one by one.

Her breath caught in her throat as the spit in her mouth
dried up like the Mohave Desert. She was going to finally see the fine
pecs
of Jason Young. The
man she’d fantasized over for the la
st several
months.

When he pulled the shirt from his shoulders, she caught her
bottom lip between her teeth.
Dayum
!

“You like?”

Without realizing it until she touched his chest, she had
reached her hand out to trace the swirling black along his
pec
. “Nice
. It
suits you.”

“Thanks.”

She glanced at the band around his bicep, noting the
simplistic design of the silver spur brand entwined in the ink. “You have the
ranch brand in there.”

“Yeah.
The ranch means
everything to me, probably more than any woman ever
will.”

“Not
makin
’ points here, cowboy.”

“Sorry, but I figured you should know up front, I’m not
lookin
’ for a wife.”

“Good. I’m not
lookin
’ for a husband.”

He worked the buttons on her shirt until it hung loose at
her waist. She’d worn a chemise top under
neath with
the sleeves cut off and a pair of jeans to the party.

“So where are yours?”

“I have a few.”

“Where?”

“My ankle.
My shoulder blade.
One above my breast for my mother who died of breast cancer
last year.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said in a soft whisper
as he brushed his lips against her temple.

No one had ever moved her as deeply as he did with that
simple touch. “It’s okay. She’d been sick a long time. Even beat it once, but
it came back with a vengeance. Brain cancer finally took her life in the end.”

He worked the shirt from her arms, dropping it at her feet
in a heap. “Toe off your boots so you can shed those jeans.”

“I think you’re just trying to get me out of my clothes,
mister.”

“Is it
workin
’?” he asked with a
grin.

“Seems to be,” she said, glanci
ng
down at her slowly building pile of clothes at their feet.

“Good.” He unbuckled her belt and pushed down the zipper
until her pants gaped at the waist
,
then fell to the
floor. “Step out.”

She complied blindly. Why, she wasn’t sure other than she’d
had i
t bad for this man for some time and if it meant
taking the bull by the horns this one chance, she’d do it in heartbeat. Before
she could change her mind, she lifted her chemise over her head, exposing her
complete nakedness to his roaming gaze.

“You’re be
autiful.”

“I bet you say that to every girl you have naked in your
house.”

“Nope, since you’re the only woman who’s been naked in this
house with me.”

“Really?”
He’s never had a woman here before?

“Yes.”

“The sexy Jason Young?
Hmm.”

“Believe it or not, I h
aven’t had
a woman here before.” He glanced around before his gaze came back to her. “This
is my space. My sanctuary so I don’t usually bring women here.”

“Why me?
Why now?”

“You’re special and I want to help you.
Nothin
’ says anything has to happen betwee
n us unless you want it to. Really, I only brought you here
so you could shower and I could wash your clothes. You seemed like you were
having a good time at the
muddin
’ and didn’t want it to
be over. This was a way to keep the night from ending.” He slowl
y traced the heart tattoo on her upper breast. “This is
nice.
Kind of a tribute.”

“Yeah.”

He stepped back.

“Aren’t you going to strip too?”

“Yep.”

“Right here?”

One eyebrow lifted. “Care to watch?”

“Oh hell yeah.”

She admired his chest again. He sure was pretty to look at.
Next,
came
the pants. Without
preamble, he unbuckled and unzipped his jeans, pushing them to the floor in a
whoosh. “Sweet mother of God,” she murmured when his cock sprang free.

With a quick spin
, he headed down
the hall, assuming she would follow blindly. How could she not with his tight
ass jiggling slightly as he walked.

“Come on. I’ll show you the bathroom before I throw your
clothes in the washer.”

Even though he said the inside of the house
wasn’t done, most of his personal space was. They walked by
the kitchen with its hickory cabinets and stainless steel appliances, to the
next doorway at the end of the hall. It opened to reveal his bedroom. The deep
grey on the walls complimented the dark
furniture
expertly. A burgundy red comforter graced the bed with deep pillow softness she
wanted to sink into and never come out.

“The bathroom is through here.”

With a flick of the switch, he illuminated the beautiful
bathroom.
“My God, Jason.
This is gor
geous.”

Travertine tiles graced the floor, but it was warm to the
bottom of her feet.

“Radiant heat.”

“Wow.”

A huge shower sat in the back corner with a big rain type
showerhead, glass walls, and silver accents. “The shower has several jets so
you can get
water everywhere.”

“This is beautiful. You sure went all out.”

He shrugged as pink stained his cheeks.
A blush?

“What can I
say,
I like my luxury in
the bathroom.”

Her gaze kept bouncing from one thing to another as she
tried to take it all in. “I’d say.
I haven’t seen a
bathroom this nice in a long time.
Usually
at a high end hotel or something.”

He pointed to the floor to ceiling cabinet to their left.
“There are towels in the cupboard. Shampoo and soap in the shower. Take your
time. I’ll find you someth
ing to wear until your
clothes are washed. It’ll take about forty-five minutes in the washer and half
an hour in the dryer probably.”

She pressed her lips together for a moment. “Thank you. You
don’t know how much this means to me. I really never thought I
’d be here with you like this when this evening started
out.”

His lips quirked up in a half smile. “You’re welcome. Take
your time. I’ll use the other bathroom.”

“What? Wait! No, I’ll use the other bathroom. You use
yours.” She stepped toward him. “I’m not
going to
take your bathroom from you.”

“I insist. Use it. I need to get other things together
before I can get in.”

She captured her bottom lip between her teeth. “Maybe you’d
like to join me?”

Chapter Two

Jason sighed.
I’m actually
going to walk away from having sex with one of the hottest women in Bandera.
Yeah, damn it!
“You know, darlin’, I would love to.”

“But?”

“I don’t think now is the right time for you and me.”

“Why not?”

“It would be just sex.”

“Yeah and?”

“I do
n’t want to use you like
that.”

“Neither of us is looking for a relationship at the moment,
right?”

“True.”

One sharp fingernail skimmed down his chest. “Then what’s
wrong chasing away the lonely night with someone we are attracted to?” She
glanced down at
his erect cock. “I assume you are
attracted to me.”

His cock bobbed in agreement.
“Not just yeah, but hell yeah.”

She encircled his left nipple with the sharp end of her
nail. His whole body went on high alert as shivers rolled from the top of his
head to
the tips of his toes.

Hot didn’t do her justice. Brown eyes sparkled with
mischief as a small smile curved her lips at the corners. Her breasts were high
and full, plenty for a man’s hand. Long, light brown hair brushed the curve of
her waist. A waist th
at dipped in, not sharply like a
stick model thin woman’s, but gracefully like she wasn’t afraid to eat. He
groaned silently at the thought of those willowy legs wrapped around his waist
as he sank into her heat.

Getting tangled in the sheets with her sou
nded like an
awesome
idea. Unfortunately
for his willing cock, tonight wasn’t the night. For some crazy-ass reason, he
wanted to let the sexual tension build like the pressure of a volcano before he
let it loose on the beauty standing in front of him.

“Ma
ke no mistake, baby. I want
you. I want you bad, but I’m not going to take advantage of the situation. When
we fuck for the first time, it’s gonna be mind-blowing. Tonight ain’t the
night.” His cock ached for the tight wetness he would find between her gor
geous thighs when he stepped back and left the bathroom
with a click of the door.

He released a tortured, frustrated sigh as he leaned
against the door jam.
Why did I think denying
myself the pleasure of her body was a good idea?

“Because in the end,
it’ll be worth it.”

He dejectedly pulled himself away from the door before
heading down the hall toward the other bathroom. After a minute, he reversed
direction to grab their clothes from the front hall to throw them in the
washer. He hoped she didn’t req
uire her
unmentionables to be hand washed or anything. Like any typical bachelor,
everything went into the washer together after he poured soap in the dispenser.
A quick turn on the dial had the washer filling with water. He chuckled. She
might end up with
pink underwear should he do
anything fancy with them.

“Shower.”
He picked the dried
dirt from his hair as he walked back down the hallway to the second bathroom.
When he’d finished it, he never really thought he’d be the one using it. Not
this soon anyway
. The inside of the house had only
been done for a few months and he still had a ton to do. Kitchen, two other
bedrooms, his game room, and another barn needed to be built to house his
animals. Like his father before him, he planned on running cattle on hi
s piece of property as well as breeding bucking bulls. He
wasn’t so much into the rodeo thing as a rider, but he sure wanted to cash in
on the lucrative business of bucking bulls for the Professional Bull Riders
Association.

He snapped his fingers.
Damn, t
he shampoo is all in the master bathroom.
He switched directions
again to get some stuff to shower with, hoping the shower stall door would be
totally steamed up so he wouldn’t have to see the gorgeous woman gracing his
shower.

No such luck.

The minute he
opened the bathroom
door, he was struck by the silhouette of her. Each curve made his mouth water.
His fingers itched to touch. He wanted to skim his palm along the slope of her
breast.

She tipped her head back to rinse her hair as a delicious
sigh escape
d her lips, at the same time as his.

He shook his head to clear the erotic vision although it
didn’t help since his gaze kept going back to her.
God, I want—
He wasn’t sure if he could put a name
to his want at the moment.

With a deep breath, he moved his
feet
reluctantly to the cabinet under the sink so he could retrieve shampoo. He
quickly escaped back out the door without wanting to return to fuck her against
the wall with his aching cock.

The hotter the water, the better.
The water sprayed out
the head
of the smaller shower. Lucky for him, one of
his brothers had used the bathroom just a few days before when he’d had an
accident out on the range and ended up in the middle of a wrestling match with
a cow in the mud. There were still clean towels on the ho
ok.

The water eased the ache between his shoulders as he sank
back to let the liquid cascade over his back. Once he’d wet his hair, he
quickly scrubbed the mud from the thick strands. After he’d shampooed his hair
clean, he went to work on the dirt clingin
g to his
arms and legs, but his sensitive cock wouldn’t let the image of Peyton out of
his brain. He would have to take care of the
problem,
otherwise there would
be no denying what he wanted in the end.

He soaped up his hand before skimming the slick palm
over his cock as he closed his eyes, losing himself in the
dream of having her all to himself.

Those chocolate
brown eyes of hers sparkled in the light as she swallowed his cock. The rough
slide of her tongue along the shaft about drove him up on his toe
s. Lord, she knew how to give head.

“Close your
eyes. Let me suck you off.”

His affirmation
came out in a high-pitched yes as she took him all the way to the back of her
throat.

Oh shit. She
has a tongue ring. The scrape of the metal ball on his cock drove
him to the brink of exploding. When she cupped his balls
in her hand and circled the head with her tongue, rasping the ball around and
around, he lost it. Cum squirted out the end of his dick to coat her tongue as
she swallowed every drop with reverence.

Jason slumped against the wall of the shower as he tried to
catch his breath. He didn’t think he’d ever come so hard in his life.
God help me when we finally have sex.

When he finally was able to stand on legs that felt like
noodles, he finished washing hi
s body, then shut the
shower off.

She would have to be done by now. He started to get hard
again just thinking about her running around his home in nothing but a towel. A
wicked little chuckle escaped his lips as he wrapped the towel around his waist
befo
re he opened the door.

The first thing he saw when he got to the living room took
his breath away. She stood in nothing but one of his shirts. It had to be the
sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. She had the sleeves rolled up to her
elbows and the sh
irttails hung to mid-thigh. He
almost swallowed his tongue.

“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t have anything to put on,
so I grabbed a shirt from your closest.”

After he cleared his throat, he said, “Not at all. I’m glad
you found something to wear.”

She gla
nced down as she picked at
the
hem
of the shirt. “It was
the first thing I found.”

“You couldn’t be
more sexier
right now if you tried, darlin’.”

He could tell by the reaction on her face he must have worn
a little smirk on his lips. Her perfectly shaped
eyebrow
shot up over her left eye as her lips twitched when she tried not to smile.

“How long before the
clothes are done?”

“Probably another fifteen minutes in the washer and at
least thirty minutes in the dryer.”

“Hmm.”
She crossed her arms
over her chest, hiking the hem of the shirt up even further. “So what are we
going to do while we wait for the clothes?”

“Since we aren’t going to have down and dirty sex, how
about I show you the rest of the house? But, let me throw
some jeans on first.”

“Of course.”

He disappeared into his room to throw something on to cover
his erection even though she would notice right away as it strained against the
front of his pants. A groan escaped his lips as he shoved his cock into his
jeans
before he zipped them up. The scream he trapped
in his throat almost escaped as he caught a few hairs in the zipper, ripping
them out by the roots.
Holy fuck!

“Everything okay?”

“Yes.” The word came out in a squeak.

“Are you sure? You don’t sound very go
od.”

“I’m fine. I’ll be out in a second.”
Sweet mother of God.
He bit his lip as he
shoved the zipper back down. Sweat poured from his temples as he stifled the
scream in his throat.
That’s what I get for
trying to go commando.
“Well sex might not happen t
onight.”
He pushed the jeans off his thighs and feet, grabbed a pair of boxers to slip
on before he pulled his jeans back up over his hips. He wiped the sweat from
his forehead with the back of his forearm as he blew out a long breath.
Good Lord that hurt.

When he opened the door to the bedroom, she stood leaning
against the opposite wall. “Are you sure you’re okay? I thought I heard you
scream.”

“Nope.
I’m fine.” He walked
out, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re walking funny.”

“Okay.
All
right.
I caught my pubic hairs in my zipper.”

He figured she’d laugh, but the gut rolling belly laughter
escaping her mouth as she doubled over at the waist, made him frown. It wasn’t
that damned funny, was it?

“You…you got…caught in your zipper?”

“Yes.”

“Oh God
.”
She exploded in another round of
laughter.

“It isn’t funny.”

“I’m-I’m sorry.” She giggled. “Really, I’m sorry. I’ve
caught pubic hair in zippers before, but—She exploded in laughter again as she
reached out her hand. “Want me to kiss it and make it bett
er?”

“Don’t—don’t touch it.”

“I don’t mean to laugh, but shit, that’s funny.”

“Are you done?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

She pressed her lips together as her eyes danced with
mirth. “Yes.”

“Do you want to see the house or not?”

“Yes, I do.

He took her hand and led her back toward the front of the
house. “The kitchen will be over there. I’ve got a few cabinets in, but the
rest will be installed in the next coming weeks.”

“I like them.
Very
nice.”
She stepped closer to the cabinets and ran he
r hands over the finish. “Did you buy them?”