jeans shorts and a halter top offering a great view of her cleavage. Her familiar jasmine scent made his hormones sit up and beg, and his cock was already yelling for attention.
Her eyes widened when she saw the bouquet. “For me? Wow! You sure do know how to sweep a girl off her feet.” She held out her hand for them.
Killian blinked and remembered to give them to her.
“Would you like to come in? I don’t think I can serve dinner out here on the landing.” Mischief sparkled in her eyes. “And I want to put these in water.”
He somehow managed to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Yes, of course. And I’m glad you like the, um, the flowers.”
“They’re beautiful.”
He watched her stand on tiptoe to retrieve a vase from a cabinet then fill it with water and place the flowers in it. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way the muscles of her ass flexed as she moved, or how the shorts rode up just enough to give the view of a tasty crescent of flesh beneath the cuffs.
“You, uh, dressed more….” More what. Idiot. “More casual tonight.”
When she turned around, her lips were curved in a teasing grin. “I thought it would be better since we weren’t actually going out.” She tilted her head. “I can change, if you prefer.”
“What? Oh, no, no, no. You look just fine. I mean really fine.” He swallowed. “Excellent, as a matter of fact.”
He shoved his hand into the pocket where he’d stashed the rope, rubbing his fingers over the familiar surface. He’d been doing this since he got his first lariat from Larry Hart. It calmed his nerves when he learned roping and when he was out chasing mavericks on the range. As he grew older, he found other uses for it, the thought of which made his cock throb demandingly. How would Lexie react if—
Naw. Don’t go there, cowboy. Just because she’s dressed more provocatively doesn’t mean she’s into the kind of games you want to suggest. This is Lexie. Red Creek Lexie. Mind your manners.
But that was very hard to do when he wanted to fuck her six ways from Sunday, tied up or not, plundering every inch of her body.
Especially when he’d come here to tell her how things had to be. Sure she had said they’d have the one week and make good memories, but he really needed to confirm she understood that.
She placed the flowers on the small table beside the couch then hurried back to stir something at the stove in the tiny kitchen area. He suddenly realized the most delicious smells filled the air. He had been so besotted with Lexie’s appearance it overrode everything else. Now, he took a sniff, and his mouth watered.
“Wow! Gorgeous woman and what smells like great food. Have I died and gone to heaven?”
“Hope you like it. I made roast chicken with a beer glaze, a corn casserole, and hot rolls. Work for you?”
“More than you know.” He nearly licked his lips. “It sounds like ambrosia. When do we eat?”
She laughed, that silvery musical sound he loved, and winked at him. “In a few.” She danced back to the counter, fixed a drink, and handed it to him. “Jack Daniel’s, right? Have a seat on the couch while I finish getting things ready.”
From the corner of the couch where he plopped himself, legs stretched out in front of him, he could sip the smooth whiskey and watch Lexie as she tended to the business of the meal. Every movement she made was so graceful. But it was also tantalizing. The halter barely restrained her breasts, especially when she opened the oven door and bent down to baste the chicken. As she stirred and mixed, the muscles of her arms flexed gracefully. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every part of his body waved the Go sign.
Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, he set his drink on the coffee table, uncoiled himself from the couch, and eased up behind her where she stood at the stove. Moving the fall of curls to the side to expose her neck he placed a soft kiss at the nape,
Her eyes widened when she saw the bouquet. “For me? Wow! You sure do know how to sweep a girl off her feet.” She held out her hand for them.
Killian blinked and remembered to give them to her.
“Would you like to come in? I don’t think I can serve dinner out here on the landing.” Mischief sparkled in her eyes. “And I want to put these in water.”
He somehow managed to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “Yes, of course. And I’m glad you like the, um, the flowers.”
“They’re beautiful.”
He watched her stand on tiptoe to retrieve a vase from a cabinet then fill it with water and place the flowers in it. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way the muscles of her ass flexed as she moved, or how the shorts rode up just enough to give the view of a tasty crescent of flesh beneath the cuffs.
“You, uh, dressed more….” More what. Idiot. “More casual tonight.”
When she turned around, her lips were curved in a teasing grin. “I thought it would be better since we weren’t actually going out.” She tilted her head. “I can change, if you prefer.”
“What? Oh, no, no, no. You look just fine. I mean really fine.” He swallowed. “Excellent, as a matter of fact.”
He shoved his hand into the pocket where he’d stashed the rope, rubbing his fingers over the familiar surface. He’d been doing this since he got his first lariat from Larry Hart. It calmed his nerves when he learned roping and when he was out chasing mavericks on the range. As he grew older, he found other uses for it, the thought of which made his cock throb demandingly. How would Lexie react if—
Naw. Don’t go there, cowboy. Just because she’s dressed more provocatively doesn’t mean she’s into the kind of games you want to suggest. This is Lexie. Red Creek Lexie. Mind your manners.
But that was very hard to do when he wanted to fuck her six ways from Sunday, tied up or not, plundering every inch of her body.
Especially when he’d come here to tell her how things had to be. Sure she had said they’d have the one week and make good memories, but he really needed to confirm she understood that.
She placed the flowers on the small table beside the couch then hurried back to stir something at the stove in the tiny kitchen area. He suddenly realized the most delicious smells filled the air. He had been so besotted with Lexie’s appearance it overrode everything else. Now, he took a sniff, and his mouth watered.
“Wow! Gorgeous woman and what smells like great food. Have I died and gone to heaven?”
“Hope you like it. I made roast chicken with a beer glaze, a corn casserole, and hot rolls. Work for you?”
“More than you know.” He nearly licked his lips. “It sounds like ambrosia. When do we eat?”
She laughed, that silvery musical sound he loved, and winked at him. “In a few.” She danced back to the counter, fixed a drink, and handed it to him. “Jack Daniel’s, right? Have a seat on the couch while I finish getting things ready.”
From the corner of the couch where he plopped himself, legs stretched out in front of him, he could sip the smooth whiskey and watch Lexie as she tended to the business of the meal. Every movement she made was so graceful. But it was also tantalizing. The halter barely restrained her breasts, especially when she opened the oven door and bent down to baste the chicken. As she stirred and mixed, the muscles of her arms flexed gracefully. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Every part of his body waved the Go sign.
Finally, unable to restrain himself any longer, he set his drink on the coffee table, uncoiled himself from the couch, and eased up behind her where she stood at the stove. Moving the fall of curls to the side to expose her neck he placed a soft kiss at the nape,
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