Page 20 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“I’m not hungry.” Priscilla was so furious now that she wanted to stomp her foot. How dare he speak to her that way? He’d kissed her not her him.Men!

“Fine.” She watched as Roark walked to the packhorse, removed some food containers and a blanket then sat down in the grass and made himself a sandwich. He glanced up at her when her stomach growled and raised his eyebrow.

“Okay, so I’m hungry.” She joined him on the blanket. When she looked over at him because he chuckled, she then couldn’t stop her own laugh from erupting.

“I’m sorry, that entire conversation was ridiculous,” he said.

Priscilla snorted then laughed again when she saw Roark shaking his head. He glanced up at her and her breath hitched. She’d never been so attracted to a man so fast. She’d never been into cowboys and for the life of her, couldn’t remember why not because this one was everything delicious. She remembered his body as he stood over her when she’d passed out. His rock hard body had her wanting to run her tongue down it. From his pecs, down that rippled stomach, to his…she mentally groaned. She glanced over to him when she heard the grass rustle to see him lying back with his hat over his face.

“I thought you were in a hurry to go?” she asked.

“Am… whenever you’re ready. In the meantime, I can relax while you eat. If I fall asleep, just kick me when you’re ready.” He clasped his hands behind his head and crossed his booted feet.

She ran her gaze up from those boots, along his long legs, and stopped on his fly. She bit the inside of her cheek.Good googly moogly!The chaps he’d worn when she met him only emphasized an already amazing area.

“Why do cowboys wear chaps?”

He raised his hat and looked at her. “In the rodeo, we wear them to protect our legs from rubbing against the animal we’re riding. Bronc or bull. For men moving cattle or horses, it protects their legs from brush and cacti.”

“Okay.”Not to emphasize his crotch! Noted.She finished her sandwich and packed up. “I’m ready when you are.”

Roark sat up and put his hat on his head then helped her up.

“We need to get going. I want to get up there so I can get a fire going and put the tent up for you.”

“All right.” Priscilla picked up the blanket and handed it to Roark who moved to the packhorse to replace the items. Meanwhile, she moved to her horse and lifted herself up onto the saddle. She had to stifle a groan but couldn’t keep the pain from registering on her face when her ass hit the saddle. She looked down to see Roark grinning and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“Don’t give me that look. I know your ass has to hurt. I could massage it for you if you want.” He winked at her and a shiver of desire rushed over her at the thought of him massaging any part of her.

“I just might let you,” she said with a teasing smile as she tugged on the reins and nudged the horse to get going.

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Roark muttered under his breath.Damn smartass.

Then he picked up Bouncer’s reins, vaulted into his saddle, and rode behind her. He grinned when he saw her wiggling around on the saddle. He knew damn well she had to be sore—especially if she hadn’t ridden in a while. He grinned thinking how he’d love to massage her ass. When he’d had his hands on it early, he’d love the feel of it. He looked at it again.Really nice ass.Shit!He’d always been an ass man and damn, she had a great one.

Suddenly, she reined to a stop, and it took a moment for him realize she was waiting on him.

“Why do you need a fire so early in the day?”

“Don’t really. I just want to get everything set up so I don’t have to worry about it in the dark. Once I get everything done, I can relax a little.”

“I thought maybe it was to keep the animals away.”

“That’s not always true. Noise keeps them away more than a campfire does. If a bear is hungry enough, a fire isn’t going to stop him.”

“Oh, thanks for that. You do know that people in sleeping bags are just soft tacos to a bear.”

Roark burst out laughing. “Where did you come up with that?”

Priscilla laughed. “Sadly, I didn’t. I saw it on a meme. Another reason to hate camping. Bears.”

“You forgot cougars, wolves, coyotes and oh yeah, snakes.”

“Keep it up, Roark, and you’ll be in that tent withme.”

“Is that an invitation, darlin’? I’d love to take you up on it.”

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