Page 14 of A Touch of Cowboy

“Cold?”

“Well yes, but—”

“Dark?”

“Okay sure, yet—”

“Miserable?”

She yanked him.

He stopped.

“Stop being such a party pooper.”

Rex woofed, as if agreeing with his mistress.

Okay, that made him chuckle. “I don’t think anyone’s called me that since my eighth birthday. We played spin the bottle, and Calvin got me. I refused to kiss him.”

“Fair enough.”

“Except I liked him.Liked him. You know?”

Avery glanced up at him. “Romantically?”

“Yep.” He grinned. “I knew I liked boys and girls, even back then. I dated a couple of guys in agricultural college, but I met Darla, and that was that.”

“Have you thought about dating men again? Might be less painful than with a woman.”

He snorted. “Darlin’ if you met the guys I work with, you wouldneversay that. Charming, they are not.”

“And probably all straight.”

“Never cared enough to ask.” Will held out his hand, letting a few flakes of snow hit his gloved palm. He glanced down at her. “You’ve got snow in your eyelashes.”

She snickered.

He took advantage, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

Apparently not satisfied with chaste, she opened her mouth.

Not one to pass up an opportunity, he took her invitation. He removed his hat, so he could get closer, then he swooped in for a kiss.

She weaved her arms around his neck and tugged him closer so their bodies pressed together.

Time stood still.

Her body pressed against his felt so damn good. Even through their winter coats, her slender frame fit his perfectly. Her soft lips parted, and the welcoming warmth and heat shot straight through him, heating his blood and hardening his cock. He looped his arms round her, settling his hands on her ass so he could pull her closer.

He couldn’t remember the last time his body had reacted like this. To anyone. Sure, he’d used his right hand when the urge overtook him, but he hadn’t felt the desire to be with someone in far too long. To make them his—if only for the night. Pulling back, he then pressed his forehead to hers. “I want to invite you home with me…but I don’t have a home—”

“I do.”

She gazed at him, and even through the crappy light, her deep-blue eyes shone.

“Text your sister that you’ve met a friend and come home with me.”

“Will you get in trouble with Kennedy?”

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