Page 14 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

Just for that, I did not bother replying to her text.

The prospect of being alone with Dante in a small, confined space was not pleasant. Like at all.

What if I did something stupid?

Like licked him.

Oh my God. I’m such a total dork.

The fact that my libido had been on life support ever since Rosalie was born was something I lamented. But I’d learned to live with.

Then I met Dante, and it was all hellooooo nurse, er, cowboy.

Seriously, it was like my pussy had received a jolt from a defibrillator on the highest setting.

Every night for months, I’d had dreams of the big guy. And when I said dreams, I meant the dirty, sweaty, waking up with a pulsating pussy kind of dreams.

I blinked my eyes and looked straight ahead, not really seeing anything. Then the rumbling of a big engine sounded. I jerked my gaze to the pickup truck that pulled in front of us, and startled at the pair of warm, velvet irises that seemed so intent on me.

Dante.

My entire body lit up like the fourth of July, and I wanted to curse and scream for all of my bad luck. But then Rosie caught sight of him, and it was too late to tuck tail and run away.

What was he doing here?

The answer was obviously Penny. She was trying to get me back for setting her up with Max. I mean, she thought she was doing me a solid.

But Dante didn’t want me, and I was too embarrassed by the situation to tell her what had happened between me and the big guy.

Looked like I’d have to, though, or she might never give up on her latest get Avery laid campaign.

“Danny!” Rosie shouted.

I couldn’t deny she liked the guy. I mean, she hadn’t puked on him, so that was a good sign.

Geezus. Lord, have mercy.

Did he have to be so tall? And wide? And just, fuck, I don’t know, hot as the sun?

Height could be subjective. I’d always been short, which meant everyone appeared tall to me.

But not Dante. He really was tall compared to everyone. The man had to be over six and a half feet.

I stood a not so towering five foot two inches. But what I lacked in height I made up for in being curvy.

Seriously, my boobs sometimes entered rooms seconds before the rest of me.

Same could be said for my ass if I was walking backwards, which, as the mother of a spunky six year old, I did and often.

Naturally, I had a thing for big men. Rosie’s sperm donor had been big. But even he had nothing on Dante.

The cowboy was just large and graceful, too. Effortlessly so.

Whenever I was near him, he commanded all my attention. I was rendered blind, deaf, and mute to all others when in his presence. Helpless to resist the compulsion to watch his every move.

He should have been awkward or robotic given his size, but he was anything but.

Watching him was like observing a dance, or a moving work of art. He had this smooth way about him that would have made other men cocky, but not Dante.

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