Her Bareback Cowboys by Ylette Pearson Page B

dilated. Her cheeks flamed and she rubbed her palms on her jeans as he shrugged the garment off his shoulders. Wade swallowed audibly. Damn, she was beautiful. When he popped the button on his jeans and her breath hitched, his cock hardened painfully against the constraints of his pants.
    “And here we thought we were in charge.” His attempt at humor might have worked if his voice didn’t sound like a frog with a cold.
    “Oh, you’ll get what you want, but on my terms. You had your chance to undress me and now I want to savor unwrapping the presents.”
    Hearing her voice laden with lust increased the pressure in his pants. How could she reduce him to a hormonal teenager with one sentence? Next to him, Maverick slid his shirt off his shoulders and caught it on his elbows. He struck a bodybuilder’s pose with a silly grin on his face. His asinine friend never lost an opportunity to display his body and women usually loved it.
    Adrian’s chest heaved and she ran her tongue over her lips. Nope, Maverick hadn’t lost his touch. Her lips parted slightly and she closed her eyes for a second as if in silent prayer. He wanted to ravish her mouth so bad he had to force his hands into the pockets of his pants. What made her so special that he couldn’t stop thinking about her? She was smart, sexy, funny and confident, but so were many of the women he’d had sex with before. None of them left him with an urge to explore the rest of their lives, to get to know the heart and soul of the woman he was with. He wanted to know everything about Adrian, wanted to know what angered her, what saddened her and what made her leap with joy.
    “Stop, don’t move.” Her command plucked him out of his thoughts and back to the woman holding her hand out in front of her.
    “Why would you want to stop now?” Maverick voiced Wade’s thoughts.
    She shook her head and pointed a finger at them. “Don’t move.” With three strides, she was out of the door. Wade looked at Maverick.
    He drew his shoulders up. “I have no idea.” He flipped his shirt over his shoulders and started to button it again—an uncharacteristic frown creasing his forehead.
    A door banged outside. Adrian was leaving? She had them all worked up and now she was leaving? Wade picked up his own shirt from the floor and pushed his arms through the sleeves. Something must have happened for Adrian to turn tail. But what? One moment they were having fun and the next she lit out.
    The stable door creaked open and the wind blew Adrian inside. A camera hung around her neck and she pulled a bale to where she’d been standing before. What the hell was she doing? They planned to have sex, which, the last time he’d checked, was not a spectator sport.
    “What are you doing? I thought we were done with the photos.”
    Adrian grinned at Maverick. “Can’t a girl have some fun? Relax, boys, these are just for me. Nobody else will ever see them.”
    “Well shoot.” He strutted forward a few paces and crooked his eyebrow. “Seeing as everything’s bigger in Texas, I presume you want us to do a striptease for you?”
    She nodded and despite his aversion to Maverick’s showmanship, Wade’s cock stirred again.
    “Only if you return the favor.”
    What was wrong with Maverick? He’d embarrass himself and come in his pants if Adrian were to do a striptease in front of him now. And he hadn’t done that since…well, ever.
    “We’ll see.” She took her coat off, sat her delectable ass on the bale and brought the camera to her eye. “So, are you guys going to get out of your clothes or not?”
     
    With Joe Cocker singing in her head, the men unbuttoned their shirts again and Adrian swallowed. Although leaner than Maverick’s, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Wade’s sculpted chest. Through the viewfinder, she watched him bend to untie his boots, his abdominal muscles flexing. His shoulders rounded as he lifted his foot to tug at the boot. He hooked the lace around his