Page 21 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

He couldn’t resist a grin when a blush stained her cheeks. That porcelain skin was a dead giveaway that she was embarrassed. His eyes went to that mole alongside her luscious lips, and he desperately wanted to kiss it.Damn!Now his dick was twitching, what with her wiggling around in that saddle and thinking about being in that tent with her tonight.

Roark gazed up at the sky and saw clouds rolling in. He smiled. It just might rain and then he’dhaveto sleep in the tent. Although, the last thing happening would be sleep if he had anything to say about it. She was a beautiful woman and that was his weakness. He admitted it freely. He loved them. Everything about a woman was a turn-on to him—their hair, their soft skin, their scent, and the way they tasted. And watching them have an orgasm.

Damn.Get your mind on the ride. Oh, yeah… the way they rode him too.Not that kind of ride, Callahan. Son of a bitch!

Christ, had it suddenly gotten hotter. Clouds might be moving in, but the sun still baked them in the open terrain. Sweat was already staining his shirt. He lifted his hat off his head and wiped his forehead with his sleeve-covered forearm. Looking to Priscilla, he saw sweat stains on her T-shirt too. Her hat shaded her face only a little. Now he wondered if the high pink she wore on her cheeks was from embarrassment or the heat.

“Do you have sunscreen on?” he asked, suddenly concerned.

“Yes. I always have to use it if I’m going to be out.I’m so fair-skimmed. I burn like a lobster.”

“Well, we can’t have that. Let’s get moving. A dip in the pond sounds good right about now.”

“I’m first.”

“No reason why we can’t share.” Roark did enjoy baiting her.

She nudged her horse. “In your dreams, Callahan.”

Roark laughed as she rode off.Sweet dreams indeed.

Chapter Five

Priscilla maneuvered her horse to the other side of the cattle, managing to get them to move. Meanwhile, her thoughts were on his teasing flirtations about joining her in the tent, sharing a dip in the pond, and she wondered if he knew she’d welcome him into the pond with her, would he join her? She smiled at the thought. Maybe she’d invite him in once she was in there.

She turned her eyes to the sky. Damn, it was hot. The sun had come out from behind some clouds and now it beat down on her face and shoulders. Sweat trickled between her breasts, down her back, and beaded on her arms. She was looking forward to the pond.

Her damn ass was aching though, and she worried it would never be the same. When she’d told Roark she could ride, she hadn’t meant on an all day trip. It had been a while since she’d been in a saddle, and this one was quickly wearing thin. The sun slipped behind another cloud and she let out a relieved breath as it hid for a few minutes. Pushing her hat back, she swiped at her forehead then pulled the hat on down low. She was glad Roark had given her a hat to wear because she hadn’t one to shade her head. A sudden unfriendly thought made her frown, and when she looked over to Roark riding on the other side of the cattle he was looking at her.

“What?” he asked her.

“Whose hat is this that I’m wearing?”

A grin lit up his face. “It belongs to my mother, so don’t throw it in the fire.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I figure you’re thinking it belonged to another woman—other than my mom.”

“I just wondered.”

“Uh, huh.”

She turned away from that handsome face to concentrate on the cattle.Damn man.He was right, she was thinking it belonged to another woman but she certainly never thought of it belonging to his mother. If it had belonged to another woman, other than his mother, she’d have tossed it down so the cows could step on it or worse. Maybe cover it with a cow patty.

Priscilla giggled then glanced over toward Roark to see him riding ahead to get a stray cow. The man certainly could sit a horse. He didn’t even bounce in the saddle. She’d been riding for ten years and now wondered if she’d ever be that good. She stretched her legs lifting herself up away from the saddle.Hell! Her ass hurt!

Her eyes stayed on Roark as he herded the cow back to the herd. She noticed then how the higher they rode, the cooler the air got. It was a wonderful reprieve from the heat.

“Will it get cold at night?”

“Not cold, but much cooler since we’re closer to the mountains. It will feel good.”

Priscilla was happy to hear that. The heat had been staggering all day. She reined her horse to a stop when she saw a large animal out of the corner of her eye. Her horse neighed and Priscilla knew she saw the elk too.

“Roark,” she said in a low voice.

“Ride on. They can be very aggressive but she doesn’t seem to be showing any signs of charging. The best thing to do is keep moving.” He whistledfor Snowy and she was sure it was to keep the dog from running at the elk.

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