Page 38 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Is that how you see me?”

“I see you as one gorgeous, sexy woman,” he murmured lowering his head and taking her lips in a deep kiss.

“Roark,” she whispered breathless against his lips.

“We’d better get going or we won’t leave this office and too many people come in and out of here without knocking.”

“I’m ready when you are.”

Roark pulled back from her. “Are we talking about staying in the office or going to the west pasture?”

“West pasture.” She leaned close to his ear. “No one up there to disturb us, is there?”

Roark groaned. “Nope. Let’s go.” He grabbed herhand and pulled her behind him toward the tractor at the back of the barn. He left her standing there to enter a room but came back out a minute later with a blanket. He grinned when she blushed.

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Once they reached the tractor, he helped her up into the cab and had a hard time keeping his eyes off her ass as she climbed in. Those shorts were barely there and his dick was definitely noticing too. Damn, she was so beautiful and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. He couldn’t count how many times he’d woken her up in the middle of the previous night. She was so responsive to his touch and he was damn responsive to hers. He climbed up behind her and closed the door then started the tractor. It lurched when he let the clutch out and she grabbed his arm.

“Bessie is a little touchy when she first takes off but like a woman if you treat her right, she’ll purr.” He grinned at her thinking how he could make her purr.

“Why is it when men name anything, they give them female names?”

“Probably because most machines are like women, so it’s hard to get them to do what you want. Do you have a car?”

“Yes, I drive an SUV so I can haul my camera equipment around.”

“Does it have a name?” When she didn’t answer, he glanced over to her to see her cheeks were red. “Well?”

“Carrie—as in Carrie Underwood.”

Roark laughed. “There ya go.”

“I never thought about it having to be a female name though. I just love her.”

Roark nodded then concentrated on driving over the knolls and getting to the pasture. Once there, he lowered the blades and began cutting the hay. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Priscilla snapping pictures. It was a good thing the cab had air conditioning because it was one of the warmest days so far. He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her legs. All he could think about was how they felt wrapped around his waist. He shifted in his seat, trying to get his dick to settle down.

After cutting several rows, he stopped and looked over at her. She stared back at him then a slow smile lifted her sexy lips.

“How about we use that blanket, Roark?”

“You read my mind.” He shut the tractor off, opened the door, climbed down, and then held his arms up to her. She scooted across the seat, put her hands on his shoulders while he put his on her waist, and he lifted her down. Letting her slide down the front of his body until her feet touched the ground, he pressed his lips to hers and letting her feel what she did to him. She took his hat from his head and tossed it back into the cab. Lifting his head, he grinned then grabbed the blanket, took her hand, and led her to the side of the pasture.

“No one here, right?”

“No one but us, darlin’,” he said as he snapped out the blanket and put it on the ground then lifted her and placed her in the center of it.

“That is so sexy,” she whispered then kissed his jaw.

“What is?”

“You… carrying me.” She kissed his neck.

“I’ll carry you anywhere,” he whispered close to her ear then pressed his lips to hers and moved histongue into her mouth. Her moans were making him harder than any woman could without touching him. He moved his hand to the bottom of her tank top and pulled it from her shorts then slid his hand beneath until he reached her breast. She pushed him to his back then lifted his T-shirt off over his head and tossed it. He hissed in a breath when she scraped her nails down his chest to the snap on his jeans. After she unsnapped it, she slowly lowered the zipper then slipped her hand inside to wrap around his hard cock. Roark groaned and arched his hips. She pumped her hand along his hard, thick length while she leaned down and kissed his chest. He sat up and this time she was the one pushed to her back.

“Hey!”

“My show, darlin’. Just relax and let me take care of you,” he said as he lifted her shirt off over her head. Looking into her eyes, he unhooked the clasp of her bra and her breasts fell free. He swallowed hard looking at them. “You are so beautiful.”

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