thing at a time vanish—distant cattle herd, outbuilding, barn. Shelby let the calm settle over her and she snuggled deeper into Witt’s heavy barn jacket. It smelled of him and her body reacted with fierce need.
The things he’d done to her the previous night in the field…she couldn’t stop reliving the moments. Had she ever known such strong releases? No, not even when she was in lust with Vonny.
Automatically she fished her phone from her back pocket and looked at the messages.
A dark rumble sounded near her ear. “No cell service here.” Witt sank to the Adirondack chair next to hers and stared into the fire. The rest of the Daltons were gathered around, talking and laughing. Beck strummed a guitar.
She looked at Witt’s profile, aware of the hard set of his lips and the way he was avoiding her gaze. He was upset with her.
Unsure how to breach the gap, she returned her attention to her cell and thumbed to the next message, which was a text she’d received from an old boyfriend she’d run into before leaving her hometown. He’d asked her to look him up when she came home for a visit.
Witt’s hand closed around hers and he plucked the phone from her fingers. She could barely issue a gasp when he tossed it.
She watched the device arc through the darkness toward the fire.
“Holy crap, bro, what’d you throw in there?” Beck asked from the opposite side of the flames, never missing a chord of his song.
“Cell phone.” His tone was deep and brooding. It raised shivers all over Shelby’s body and made her throb between her legs. But it also pissed her off.
“Why did you do that?” She jumped up and started toward the flames to retrieve her phone.
He hooked her around the middle and hauled her back. “Don’t you touch it. In fact, come with me.” He started walking, towing her along like a naughty puppy. She ground her teeth together but waited until he stopped some distance from the fire and their voices would be muffled by a round hay bale.
She set her hands on her hips. “Who do you think you are?”
“The man who’s sick of you waiting for other men to text you. Last night when you were talking, you said you were finished with bad relationships.” His face was stony in the dim lighting from the moon.
“I’m not looking for the texts because I want those men.”
“No?”
“No! Witt, I dread seeing another text. I hate having men who won’t take no for an answer. They just keep pursuing me, plaguing my life. They call, text, try to get dates and make promises I don’t want. I’m trying to control them, and the only way I can do that is to tell them I’m not interested.”
“Is that so?” He crowded her against the hay, his big body heating her from head to toe. She looked into his eyes looming so close. His lips closer. She swallowed hard.
What were they talking about? She couldn’t remember anything but his kisses. The cowboy was the best kisser she’d ever known and her body screamed for more. Nipples straining, panties flooding.
“I’d say I’m sorry about your phone, but I’m not.”
“Is that so?” she mimicked him and was rewarded with a crook of his lips. She drowned in desire.
“Yeah,” he drawled, leaning closer until their lips were a breath apart. “Call me jealous but I want you all to myself. Especially when you’re on my ranch and when I can still taste you.”
A full-body shiver racked her as she conjured images of him licking his fingers clean after she’d come on them.
“I want to taste you properly, but I need to know there’s something between us. Something closer to what I want from you.”
Words failed her. She could barely draw a normal breath.
His eyes were shiny as he stared down at her. “You’ve got me so twisted up, sweetheart. I want to take you somewhere quiet and make you beg for more all night long, but I can’t if you don’t feel the same way I do.”
“Which is?”
“I love you,” he said plainly.
Her passion
The things he’d done to her the previous night in the field…she couldn’t stop reliving the moments. Had she ever known such strong releases? No, not even when she was in lust with Vonny.
Automatically she fished her phone from her back pocket and looked at the messages.
A dark rumble sounded near her ear. “No cell service here.” Witt sank to the Adirondack chair next to hers and stared into the fire. The rest of the Daltons were gathered around, talking and laughing. Beck strummed a guitar.
She looked at Witt’s profile, aware of the hard set of his lips and the way he was avoiding her gaze. He was upset with her.
Unsure how to breach the gap, she returned her attention to her cell and thumbed to the next message, which was a text she’d received from an old boyfriend she’d run into before leaving her hometown. He’d asked her to look him up when she came home for a visit.
Witt’s hand closed around hers and he plucked the phone from her fingers. She could barely issue a gasp when he tossed it.
She watched the device arc through the darkness toward the fire.
“Holy crap, bro, what’d you throw in there?” Beck asked from the opposite side of the flames, never missing a chord of his song.
“Cell phone.” His tone was deep and brooding. It raised shivers all over Shelby’s body and made her throb between her legs. But it also pissed her off.
“Why did you do that?” She jumped up and started toward the flames to retrieve her phone.
He hooked her around the middle and hauled her back. “Don’t you touch it. In fact, come with me.” He started walking, towing her along like a naughty puppy. She ground her teeth together but waited until he stopped some distance from the fire and their voices would be muffled by a round hay bale.
She set her hands on her hips. “Who do you think you are?”
“The man who’s sick of you waiting for other men to text you. Last night when you were talking, you said you were finished with bad relationships.” His face was stony in the dim lighting from the moon.
“I’m not looking for the texts because I want those men.”
“No?”
“No! Witt, I dread seeing another text. I hate having men who won’t take no for an answer. They just keep pursuing me, plaguing my life. They call, text, try to get dates and make promises I don’t want. I’m trying to control them, and the only way I can do that is to tell them I’m not interested.”
“Is that so?” He crowded her against the hay, his big body heating her from head to toe. She looked into his eyes looming so close. His lips closer. She swallowed hard.
What were they talking about? She couldn’t remember anything but his kisses. The cowboy was the best kisser she’d ever known and her body screamed for more. Nipples straining, panties flooding.
“I’d say I’m sorry about your phone, but I’m not.”
“Is that so?” she mimicked him and was rewarded with a crook of his lips. She drowned in desire.
“Yeah,” he drawled, leaning closer until their lips were a breath apart. “Call me jealous but I want you all to myself. Especially when you’re on my ranch and when I can still taste you.”
A full-body shiver racked her as she conjured images of him licking his fingers clean after she’d come on them.
“I want to taste you properly, but I need to know there’s something between us. Something closer to what I want from you.”
Words failed her. She could barely draw a normal breath.
His eyes were shiny as he stared down at her. “You’ve got me so twisted up, sweetheart. I want to take you somewhere quiet and make you beg for more all night long, but I can’t if you don’t feel the same way I do.”
“Which is?”
“I love you,” he said plainly.
Her passion
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