Page 13 of Country Heat

My girl is petting a black horse and smiling up at it with the most dazzling smile I’ve ever seen. I drink her in from her sexy black cowboy boots to her sparkly mini skirt hugging her delectable hips, all the way up to her gray tank top that makes her breasts look good enough to stop my aching heart. Her blonde hair is loose and wavy, looking carefree and wild—just like her. I want to sink my hands into it. I want to smell it. I want to steal a lock to keep as a memento of this priceless moment.

She smiles at me and those thick sensual lips make my mouth water. I have to taste them. Ineedto kiss them. Her mouth is pure heaven. I can tell. I bet that singing is the third most exciting thing we can do with that mouth.

“I love horses,” she says as she moves to the next one. “Do you have any?”

“I have six,” I say as I look around at the stables. My building is larger than this, but Graham has more horses. I can see at least a dozen in here.

“Oh, I’d love to meet them,” she says as she looks up at the brown horse beside her.

“You will,” I promise.

She smiles shyly as she looks at me. A hot, sinful beat passes between us until she looks away, cheeks flushing pink.

“When will I get to hear this song?” she asks.

“Are you going to sing it with me?”

“I can try,” she says, shrugging those bare shoulders and making me groan. “What are the lyrics?”

“I have them here,” I say in a deep raspy voice as I walk over, feeling like a wolf about to take down its innocent prey. She doesn’t cower or run though. She stands her ground, grinningexcitedly at me as I walk up to her, pulling out the paper with the handwritten lyrics.

She takes it and reads it over.

I stare at her face—her roaming eyes, her parted lips, the way she’s breathing a little quicker as she reads the dirty words I wrote just for her.

“Oh,” she says as she gets to the good part. Her cheeks flush, turning an adorable shade of pink as she keeps reading.

Finally, when she’s done, she looks up at me with her face all flushed like she’s just been fucked. There’s arousal and lust in her stunning green eyes, although she’s doing her damnest to try and hide it.

“I’ve never… sung a song… like this.” She’s barely able to get the words out. She looks so sweet and innocent. So shy like she just got caught looking at something naughty.

“Sing it for me,” I say, my voice thick and throaty as I take her hand. “No one else has to hear it. It will only be between us… and the horses.”

She licks her lips and I nearly collapse at the sexy sight. I’ve been dreaming of that tongue and all it can do fordays.

“Okay,” she says. “There’s a guitar over there.”

I whip my head around and spot an old scratched-up guitar resting against a wooden wall. It’s missing a string, but that’s never stopped me before. Once I was on stage and broketwostrings at the same time and still made it through the song.

I grab it and throw the old frayed strap over my shoulder as I head back to her. I give it a quick tuning as she goes over the lyrics.

“Do you need to look?” she asks, offering me the paper.

I shake my head. “I know it by heart.”

I grab two stools and pull them over. She sits on one and I sit on the other, trying not to stare at how good her legs look as that mini skirt rides up her thighs.

My fingers strum the strings, filling the stables with the start of our next hit. It’s a beautiful song, sexy and full of passion. I watch that tight unease in her body melt away as the notes hit her and her tantalizing hips begin to sway.

The intro is all me. She comes in at the first verse.

My eyes are on her soft pink lips as I begin to sing in a low raspy voice.

“She walked in like a sin I’d never confessed

Red lips, soft skin, tight little dress.”

She’s barely taken a breath, stroking her neck while she listens. My fingers dance on the strings as I continue.

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