Second Sunrise Cowboy (Second Chance Book 8) by Rhonda Lee Carver
Authors: Rhonda Lee Carver
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longer than expected.
Splashing noises came from down the hallway. He started toward the kitchen, but stopped at the open door of the bathroom. Dakota stood at the sink in her bra and jeans. His breath escaped his lungs and he could do nothing but stare. Seconds floated by until she finally turned, meeting his gaze. Her mouth parted slightly but she stood statue still.
Cash took the three steps that brought him into the room, so close he could see the trembling in her bottom lip. He skimmed her gaze, along every delicate line of her soft expression, to the length of her neck and the milky white swell of her breasts lifted in the black lace bra.
Every inch of him hardened as he clenched his hands, hoping to relieve some of the pent up tension colliding through his veins.
“I-I spilled tea on my shirt. I was washing it out. I didn’t hear you come in.” Her angelic voice made the hairs on his arms stand up straight.
For the first time in a very long time, he didn’t care about the past or the future, but only the moment.
****
Cash stood so close Dakota could inhale his masculine scent. He gripped the edge of the sink, caging her between his thick, muscular arms.
“Would you hate me if I kissed you?” His gaze held hers.
His husky voice made her heart skip several beats. “I-I…no, I could never hate you.” Before she knew what was happening, he dragged his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and his heated breath caressed her cheek. She shivered and it had nothing to do with being cold. The apex of her thighs quivered as she reached up and buried her fingers into his cotton covered shoulders, clinging to him as her knees weakened. She stared at him, waiting for what he did next. “We barely know one another. What is this feeling?”
“I don’t know you, but I sure as hell want you,” he said on a ragged tone.
This made no sense at all. He came home a different man. There was a deep tension rolling through him and it seeped from his every pore.
A scorching heat traveled between them when he lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You smell so good. It’s been a long time since I smelled something so sweet. I could lap you up.”
She shivered from her roots to the tips of her toes. “You don’t smell so bad yourself, cowboy.” She’d never been good at seduction. She had no idea if what she’d said sounded corny or did the trick, but the bulge rubbing her thigh told her he didn’t care what she said.
“If you don’t want—”
“I want,” she said a little too quickly. Yeah, she’d definitely have to work on holding back some.
He pressed her between his large body and the sink, smoothing his hands down her back. His fingers dug into her skin. A long breath came through his lips as if he were holding back. She saw the evidence of his chaos in the depth of his sparkling eyes. They were the clearest blue, as if they were their own special color.
“The look in your eyes is almost damn near ripping out my insides.”
She tilted her chin. “That sounds painful.”
“Oh trust me. It’s painful, but so damn right at the same time.”
****
Cash was in pain alright. His dick had hardened to beyond reasoning and the zipper threatened to leave a scar. From the moment she’d walked in his door, he’d had a need burrowed deep in his body, and after meeting Kennedy, anger had opened the gates to all of the spiraling emotions. He needed a woman’s touch—needed it in a very bad way. Not just any touch would do. And the way Dakota looked up at him, as if she was willing to do anything, broke through all of his reserve.
What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted to kiss the hell out of her, and yet he wanted to move slowly. He wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off, and yet undress her piece by piece until she was naked and beneath him. He couldn’t remember feeling so out of control, like a tornado had ripped through him and he was left with the
Splashing noises came from down the hallway. He started toward the kitchen, but stopped at the open door of the bathroom. Dakota stood at the sink in her bra and jeans. His breath escaped his lungs and he could do nothing but stare. Seconds floated by until she finally turned, meeting his gaze. Her mouth parted slightly but she stood statue still.
Cash took the three steps that brought him into the room, so close he could see the trembling in her bottom lip. He skimmed her gaze, along every delicate line of her soft expression, to the length of her neck and the milky white swell of her breasts lifted in the black lace bra.
Every inch of him hardened as he clenched his hands, hoping to relieve some of the pent up tension colliding through his veins.
“I-I spilled tea on my shirt. I was washing it out. I didn’t hear you come in.” Her angelic voice made the hairs on his arms stand up straight.
For the first time in a very long time, he didn’t care about the past or the future, but only the moment.
****
Cash stood so close Dakota could inhale his masculine scent. He gripped the edge of the sink, caging her between his thick, muscular arms.
“Would you hate me if I kissed you?” His gaze held hers.
His husky voice made her heart skip several beats. “I-I…no, I could never hate you.” Before she knew what was happening, he dragged his arms around her, pulling her against his chest and his heated breath caressed her cheek. She shivered and it had nothing to do with being cold. The apex of her thighs quivered as she reached up and buried her fingers into his cotton covered shoulders, clinging to him as her knees weakened. She stared at him, waiting for what he did next. “We barely know one another. What is this feeling?”
“I don’t know you, but I sure as hell want you,” he said on a ragged tone.
This made no sense at all. He came home a different man. There was a deep tension rolling through him and it seeped from his every pore.
A scorching heat traveled between them when he lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You smell so good. It’s been a long time since I smelled something so sweet. I could lap you up.”
She shivered from her roots to the tips of her toes. “You don’t smell so bad yourself, cowboy.” She’d never been good at seduction. She had no idea if what she’d said sounded corny or did the trick, but the bulge rubbing her thigh told her he didn’t care what she said.
“If you don’t want—”
“I want,” she said a little too quickly. Yeah, she’d definitely have to work on holding back some.
He pressed her between his large body and the sink, smoothing his hands down her back. His fingers dug into her skin. A long breath came through his lips as if he were holding back. She saw the evidence of his chaos in the depth of his sparkling eyes. They were the clearest blue, as if they were their own special color.
“The look in your eyes is almost damn near ripping out my insides.”
She tilted her chin. “That sounds painful.”
“Oh trust me. It’s painful, but so damn right at the same time.”
****
Cash was in pain alright. His dick had hardened to beyond reasoning and the zipper threatened to leave a scar. From the moment she’d walked in his door, he’d had a need burrowed deep in his body, and after meeting Kennedy, anger had opened the gates to all of the spiraling emotions. He needed a woman’s touch—needed it in a very bad way. Not just any touch would do. And the way Dakota looked up at him, as if she was willing to do anything, broke through all of his reserve.
What the hell was wrong with him? He wanted to kiss the hell out of her, and yet he wanted to move slowly. He wanted to rip the rest of her clothes off, and yet undress her piece by piece until she was naked and beneath him. He couldn’t remember feeling so out of control, like a tornado had ripped through him and he was left with the
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