Page 23 of Before You Can Blink
“Over here!” A hand extended toward the sky waved wildly, drawing my attention.
Warmth curled through my insides as Daisy came into view. Damn, she was a sight for sore eyes.
A brilliant smile stretched across her beautiful face, visible with her chestnut hair tucked behind her ears, and a chocolate brown dress featuring tiny white flowers hugged her incredible breasts before flaring out wide to swish around her hips and thighs.
She found a gap between the two men walking ahead of her and squeezed through it. As soon as the path between us was clear, she took off running. Our bodies collided, and I hefted her into my arms. She must’ve missed me just as much as I’d missed her because her hands were in my hair, knocking my hat to the dirt as she sealed her lips over mine, tongue demanding entry.
I groaned, squeezing her ass as our tongues battled, my cock hard as steel behind my fly. More than anything, I wished her flight hadn’t been delayed, and we could have had this reunion in private. The only thing I could think about right now was sinking into her sweet pussy when I should be preparing for my ride. A distraction like that was enough to get a man killed.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I murmured against her skin, dragging openmouthed kisses down the column of her neck.
A breathy moan sounded. “Been so long I forgot how hot you are.”
Chuckling, I lifted my head. “Oh yeah?”
With her lower lip caught between her teeth, Daisy nodded. “So hot.”
Another press of my lips to hers, and then I let her slide down my body until her feet touched the ground. The second I removed my hands from her waist, she dipped lower, dropping to her knees in the dirt and I about damn near swallowed my tongue.
“Daze, baby, get up,” I rasped, eyes darting around to the many, many people surrounding us.
She peeked up at me with a curious expression before standing. In her hand, she held my forgotten hat.
Jesus, man. I know it’s been a while since you got your dick wet, but you gotta get your mind outta the gutter. Did you seriously think she was about to suck you off with an audience?
No. All right, maybe. I can’t think straight when she’s around, okay?
Yeah, can’t blame you there. She’s something else.
“There.” Daisy brought me back to reality, setting my now dusted-off hat atop my head. Then she took two steps back, and her gaze slid over me from head to toe as she shook her head with a smile. “You look like a real cowboy.”
I hooked both thumbs into my pockets, teasing, “I didn’t before?”
She rolled those pretty blue eyes. “You know what I mean.” Her hand gestured to my appearance. “You’ve got the chaps and the spurs and the vest. Very rugged. Very country.”
“Does my city girl wanna get down and dirty with a real cowboy tonight?” My voice grew gruff, picturing all the ways I was gonna make up for lost time when I got her alone.
Before she could respond, there was a booming call of, “Get a room!”
Inwardly, I groaned. Fucking Murph.
My friend and mentor stepped up beside me, flashing Daisy a grin I’d been told was legendary for dropping panties before Layla had made an honest man of him.
I elbowed him in the ribs, and the air rushed out of his lungs with an “oof.”
“Don’t look at her like that,” I growled.
Rubbing his side, Murphy huffed, “Like what?”
I shot him a glare that said,You know like what.
“Um, hi? I’m Daisy.”
With a cocky smirk, Murph extended a hand to my girl, and I fought the urge to throat punch him for even thinking of touching her.
“Murphy Tripplett,” he introduced himself as his gaze swept over her. “First time at a rodeo, darlin’?”
Daisy plucked at the fabric of her skirt, nose wrinkling. “Is it that obvious?”
