bumps over her entire body and it wasn’t from the cold morning air.
Chance tossed the jacket down next to his gloves, his blue eyes touching her everywhere.
“Thanks.” She backed up a step. “I’m sorry about—” Her words ended abruptly when he followed her, once again trapping her against the fence.
“I’m…um…pretty busy right now,” she managed, her breathing coming in funny little pants.
A wicked smile lit his eyes and one corner of his mouth lifted as he studied the way her breathing made her breasts lift and fall. “Busy doing what, Prim?”
Trapped within his arms, she felt like a butterfly about to be pinned alive. Then, when he leaned closer still, so that his shirt brushed her nearly bare chest, so that only a breath of air separated their mouths, she felt more like a sacrificial lamb.
A willing one.
That mouth of his barely, just barely, brushed hers. “What are you busy doing?” he repeated softly.
She’d forgotten. Her entire world slipped away when he was near her like this. He turned her inside out, and knowing that, knowing he was amused by it, gave her the strength to turn her head to the side. “Work…stuff. I’m busy doing work stuff.”
He slid his warm, work-roughened fingers under her jaw and brought her back around. His eyes went to her mouth and she thought—hoped, wished—that he might kiss her anyway.
“You’re cold.”
“No, I’m—” She bit back her sigh of pure pleasure when he cupped her cheeks in his big, warm hands.
His eyes were positively wicked. “Anything else you need warmed up?”
Oh boy. “N-no.”
He lowered his gaze to her breasts, zeroing in on the way her nipples were pressing against the material of her bathing suit, and she wanted to punch him for making her stomach leap in anticipation. Instead she put her hands to his chest, meaning to push him away, but she felt the bunching of his muscles and the quick leaping of his heart, and knew that he was as affected by their closeness as she. If she moved, shifted a bit, his body would rub against her. Unable to help herself, she did just that, and encountered full contact.
He was completely aroused.
She raised her gaze to his face and found him looking back at her from beneath lowered lashes.
“I’ve been this way since you got here,” he said.
She winced in sympathy. “I’ll just…go then.”
“I meant since you came to Wyoming.”
Her eyes flew wide. “Oh. Oh. ”
“Yeah, oh.” For a moment he stayed close, then backed up imperceptibly. “You’ve got a message from home.”
Thinking had become nearly impossible. Her heart was racing, her brain seriously impeded by the rush of blood from her head to all her erogenous zones. “My sisters again?”
“Yes.” He cocked his head to the side. “Dani saiddon’t forget next Tuesday is Maggie’s party. Come early and give her a hand, she said.”
“Oh.”
“You use that word a lot.”
She’d already told her family she wouldn’t get back that soon, but obviously Dani had wanted to pressure her, not realizing Ally could no longer be pressured.
“When were you going to tell Lucy?” he asked. “After you’d left?”
She pulled away because she couldn’t think when they were touching. It was hard enough when he was merely standing in front of her, all tall, intense and attitude-ridden. “Why does it matter to you?”
His eyes glittered dangerously. “It doesn’t. I happen to want you, yes, but it makes no difference to me whether you stay or go.”
“You…want me?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. I want a lot of women.”
“Oh, man, I really don’t want to hear this.”
Both Chance and Ally turned in unison to face a scowling Brian. He stood there wearing jeans five sizes too big, and a shirt that went to his knees. His tattered bike leaned against his hip.
Chance was still looking at Ally with heat, frustration and promise, and she had no idea what any of it meant.
I want a lot of women.
She
Chance tossed the jacket down next to his gloves, his blue eyes touching her everywhere.
“Thanks.” She backed up a step. “I’m sorry about—” Her words ended abruptly when he followed her, once again trapping her against the fence.
“I’m…um…pretty busy right now,” she managed, her breathing coming in funny little pants.
A wicked smile lit his eyes and one corner of his mouth lifted as he studied the way her breathing made her breasts lift and fall. “Busy doing what, Prim?”
Trapped within his arms, she felt like a butterfly about to be pinned alive. Then, when he leaned closer still, so that his shirt brushed her nearly bare chest, so that only a breath of air separated their mouths, she felt more like a sacrificial lamb.
A willing one.
That mouth of his barely, just barely, brushed hers. “What are you busy doing?” he repeated softly.
She’d forgotten. Her entire world slipped away when he was near her like this. He turned her inside out, and knowing that, knowing he was amused by it, gave her the strength to turn her head to the side. “Work…stuff. I’m busy doing work stuff.”
He slid his warm, work-roughened fingers under her jaw and brought her back around. His eyes went to her mouth and she thought—hoped, wished—that he might kiss her anyway.
“You’re cold.”
“No, I’m—” She bit back her sigh of pure pleasure when he cupped her cheeks in his big, warm hands.
His eyes were positively wicked. “Anything else you need warmed up?”
Oh boy. “N-no.”
He lowered his gaze to her breasts, zeroing in on the way her nipples were pressing against the material of her bathing suit, and she wanted to punch him for making her stomach leap in anticipation. Instead she put her hands to his chest, meaning to push him away, but she felt the bunching of his muscles and the quick leaping of his heart, and knew that he was as affected by their closeness as she. If she moved, shifted a bit, his body would rub against her. Unable to help herself, she did just that, and encountered full contact.
He was completely aroused.
She raised her gaze to his face and found him looking back at her from beneath lowered lashes.
“I’ve been this way since you got here,” he said.
She winced in sympathy. “I’ll just…go then.”
“I meant since you came to Wyoming.”
Her eyes flew wide. “Oh. Oh. ”
“Yeah, oh.” For a moment he stayed close, then backed up imperceptibly. “You’ve got a message from home.”
Thinking had become nearly impossible. Her heart was racing, her brain seriously impeded by the rush of blood from her head to all her erogenous zones. “My sisters again?”
“Yes.” He cocked his head to the side. “Dani saiddon’t forget next Tuesday is Maggie’s party. Come early and give her a hand, she said.”
“Oh.”
“You use that word a lot.”
She’d already told her family she wouldn’t get back that soon, but obviously Dani had wanted to pressure her, not realizing Ally could no longer be pressured.
“When were you going to tell Lucy?” he asked. “After you’d left?”
She pulled away because she couldn’t think when they were touching. It was hard enough when he was merely standing in front of her, all tall, intense and attitude-ridden. “Why does it matter to you?”
His eyes glittered dangerously. “It doesn’t. I happen to want you, yes, but it makes no difference to me whether you stay or go.”
“You…want me?”
“Don’t let it go to your head. I want a lot of women.”
“Oh, man, I really don’t want to hear this.”
Both Chance and Ally turned in unison to face a scowling Brian. He stood there wearing jeans five sizes too big, and a shirt that went to his knees. His tattered bike leaned against his hip.
Chance was still looking at Ally with heat, frustration and promise, and she had no idea what any of it meant.
I want a lot of women.
She
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