Cowboy Command by Olivia Jaymes Page B

strange,” Presley said.  “A strange billionaire genius.  Like Tony Stark without the cleverness, sexiness, and social skills.”
    Seth tapped out a rhythm on his thigh.  “I’m not wearing my uniform today.”
    Her hand cupped his jaw and her eyes were shining with mischief.  “True.  You don’t look too bad in those jeans either.”
    He leaned forward and let his lips leisurely explore hers, his tongue dipping inside her warm mouth.  He didn ’t hurry the kiss, but pulled her into his arms so he could not only taste her, but feel the softness of her skin and smell the scent of her silky hair.  Her hands were exploring his body, her palms gliding over his arms and chest.  His cock, ignored for too long, instantly jumped to attention, hardening against his fly.  He had to shift to relieve the pressure or it would have left dents in his flesh. 
    When he finally lifted his head, his heart thudded in time with hers.  He pressed his hand to her chest so he could feel it underneath his fingers.  “I want to make love to you, Presley.  I want to lay you on the bed and strip all your clothes from you.  I want to kiss and lick every inch of your soft skin before burying myself so fucking deep inside you we’ll both scream from the pleasure.  Do you want that?  Me?”
    He waited as her eyes widened and her pupils dilated.  She was as aroused as he but it didn ’t mean she was ready to say yes.  He swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, disturbed by how important her answer was to him.  He not only wanted her, fuck it, he needed her.  Every cell in his body cried out for this one woman.  No one else would do at this moment. 
    Her fingers traced his lips , sending tingles straight to his cock.  She smiled.  It was a woman’s smile.  The kind that said she had a secret and she was about to share it with him.  He held his breath in anticipation and fear.
    “ You’re poetic for a cowboy.  I like it.  Yes, I want to make love with you.  I only have one request.”
    He would have promised her the world right then.  “Anything.  What do you want?”
    “ Can I strip your clothes from your body, too?  It sounds like fun.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Seth had a wicked grin on his face.  It made him even sexier and she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him down to her.  She yelped in surprise when he scooped her up in his arms to carry her the seven feet to the bed, located behind a flimsy room divider.  The apartment was small but it had everything she needed.  She certainly wasn ’t going to complain about how quickly they made it to the bed.  In seconds, he had her lying on her back, his hard muscled body above hers.  She gave in to the temptation to explore those muscles more thoroughly, plucking at the buttons on his shirt.  Seth was so strong, easily carrying her in his arms.  She was dying to see what his shirt covered and trace patterns on his skin with her tongue.
    She had opened the last button and was pushing his shirt off his shoulders when his pocket started to vibrate.  He slumped back on the bed and sighed, glancing at the screen in resignation. 
    “I need to take this.  I’m sorry, honey.”  His lips were pressed together as he swiped the screen.  “Seth,” he barked.  His facial expression changed rapidly from slightly pissed off to angry and frustrated.  She didn’t know who he was talking to but his answers were brief, almost monosyllabic.  It wasn’t a happy conversation.
    “ Don’t worry, Trask.  They’ve done this before.  I’ll go out and put a stop to it.”
    Seth stuck his phone back in his pocket and started to re-button his shirt.  She stilled his movements with her hands but knew from the hard line of his jaw it was only temporary.  He was a man on a mission and at the moment it wasn ’t to make her scream.
    He sighed.  “Honey, that was Trask.  There are some kids out on the road near his place raising hell and trying to get