Cowboy All Night (Thunder Mountain Brotherhood, Book 5) by Vicki Lewis Thompson Page A

of this van looking good and then head on up there. I can at least dry your clothes and you can fix your hair.”
    She hadn’t even thought about her hair, but when she ran her hand over it she discovered the braid was coming loose. Not surprising. Everything had come loose a few minutes ago.
    She hopped down from the van. “Great idea. Matilda doesn’t need more than another quick rinse and a toweling off. That’s good enough.”
    “Got it. Stand back.”
    Moving to the edge of the slab, she watched him hose down the van. He was poetry in motion, his back muscles shifting invitingly as he worked. Normally cowboys wore shirts, long-sleeved ones at that. The fabric protected their arms from thorny bushes and rough fence posts.
    She understood the need for shirts most of the time, but it seemed a shame that Brant stayed dressed. Washing vehicles might be one of the few times he could go bare-chested. Well, that and jumping into bed with a willing woman.
    She looked forward to spending an entire night with him. He’d seen every naked inch of her today, but she still had uncharted territory to explore when it came to Brant Ellison. She couldn’t wait.
    After he turned off the hose he threw her a towel. “You take the lower half and I’ll take the upper.”
    “Makes sense. I’ll follow you.”
    “No, I should follow you so I can see where you left off and dry from there on up.”
    “Brant, that’s crazy. I can just as easily see where you left off and dry from there on down.”
    He started laughing. “I know. I just wondered if you’d buy it. I want to ogle your ass.”
    “And I want to ogle yours! I thought of it first, so move it, cowboy.”
    “That’s why you said you’d follow me?”
    “You think you’re the only one with sex on the brain?”
    His eyes gleamed. “Obviously not.” Turning toward the van, he slapped the towel on the roof. “Enjoy the show.” He started humming and gyrating his hips as he worked.
    She lost it. The harder she laughed, the more he exaggerated his movements.
    “This van won’t dry itself, you know,” he called out. “Better hop to it, Danes.”
    “I can’t!” She gasped and held her aching sides. “Not with you dancing around like a stripper!”
    He paused long enough to grin at her. “Then maybe I should follow you. ”
    “That won’t work anymore. You’re way ahead of me.”
    “Oh.” He walked over, turned on the hose and sprayed the side of the van again. “Problem solved. Over to you.”
    “All right.” She wondered if they’d make it back to the cabin before lunch. But her clothes were nearly dry and she could redo her hair easily enough, so maybe it didn’t matter how long the job took. Besides, payback would be sweet.
    Positioning herself beside the van, she began toweling it dry at shoulder height. Normally she would have crouched to get the lower section. Instead she moved her feet apart and bent slowly at the waist.
    His sharp intake of breath told her she’d achieved her goal. She pretended not to notice as she moved to the next section and repeated the maneuver. Halfway down she glanced over her shoulder and discovered him staring fixedly at her ass. The fly of his jeans was stretched as tight as it had been earlier that day. “This van won’t dry itself, you know. Better hop to it, Ellison.”
    “You win.” His voice was husky. “But let the record show that you fight dirty.”
    “So do you.” Walking over to him, she looped the towel around the back of his neck and tugged. “Now come down here and kiss me.”
    “I’d like to do a hell of a lot more than that.”
    “I know.” She wiggled against the bulge in his jeans.
    “Stop.” He cupped her bottom and held it still. “I’m going to kiss you and then I’m going to finish drying your van while you sit quietly on your sexy tush.”
    “If that’s what you want.”
    “It doesn’t begin to describe what I want.” His fingers flexed in a slow massage. “You know exactly