Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 3) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page B

was so damn lovely and smelled like heaven. The edge of the sheet set daringly on the swell of her breasts. He wanted to drag it down and lick her tits all day long. He could certainly see himself doing that, repeatedly, every day of the week. He lowered his eyes to her slender feet poking out from under the material. The color of her toenails matched the color of her lips. He wondered if she’d chosen the color for that reason. He didn’t understand all of the girly girl things, but he guessed women liked to match up their colors. She shifted and he pulled his gaze back to her face. She looked ripe for the taking and he wanted to, now and fast.
    He remembered how her face had changed while she was having an orgasm. Eager and frantic. That image would torment him forever.
    “You’re staring,” she said.
    “Yes, I am.” No reason to mince his words.
    “I must look a mess.” She pushed her fingers through her hair.
    “You look beautiful.” The coffee maker gurgled and spit out the last drop of the brew.  He went back to focusing on something other than his hard cock and the incessant need in his gut.
    He heard the bed springs pop. He watched her go to the window and peer out, her body silhouetted in the light coming through the window. He’d never seen a lovelier picture and wished he had a camera. “I should get dressed and leave. Looks like it’s pretty quiet outside.”
    “I guess you should” No! I don’t want you to go! Can we have another round? Or can I sit and look at you for a little longer? She took her clothes from the chair and started for the bathroom, the sheet dragging at her feet making her look even more delicate and small. His cock sinfully stretched and he groaned. It was going to be a long day.
    “Yup. On my way.”
    “Damn body!” he mumbled.
    “What’s that?” she asked.
    “Oh, nothing.”
    “You didn’t say something?”
    “Not a word,” he growled.
    “Okay, then. I’m going to get dress.” She disappeared inside of the bathroom and a few minutes later she returned, dressed in the wrinkled clothing. “Last night was—well, I’m glad we had…well…”
    “I feel the same,” he said over the rim of his hot coffee. Now they headed straight into awkwardness.
    “I’ll see you around.” She was at the door.
    “Of course.” Never once in his life had he been vulnerable when it came to a woman, and he certainly wouldn’t start now. Especially one who was in such a hurry to get out that she didn’t even put her shoes on or ask about the missing bra that was still on the floor. It almost seemed too obvious to point it out, and yet he did. “Shoes?”
    She laughed, but her cheeks flushed. “Yeah, I don’t want to forget those.” She slipped her feet into the flip flops. “Now I’m all set. I have lots of work to catch up on.”
    “Let’s not make this anymore difficult than it has to be,” he said.
    “Okay. You’re right.”
    She left with the soft click of the door and it shot him through the chest. She was gone, but her scent remained. It was embedded in his nostrils and he guessed he’d be tormented for a good month or more.
    Swallowing back a large gulp of coffee, it burned all the way into his stomach. He didn’t even care. Finishing the last drop, he rinsed out his cup and went into the bathroom, climbed into a freezing cold shower and washed off the remnants of last night.
    By the time he headed toward the barn to take care of the horses, he believed he’d lost some of his tension and could talk with people without sounding like a stuttering fool.
    Jared had his head lowered as he rounded the corner and ran smack dab into Maverick who was walking out of the barn. “Whoa there, cowboy. Where’s the fire?”
    Jared shrugged. “Just hurrying to catch up on chores.”
    “No worries. I fed the horses. I figured it must have been something serious that kept you late. Hey, don’t forget to stop in Sofie’s office and grab the purchase order for the load