Page 4 of Joy Ride
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re having such a fit about. Doesn’t everyone carry in West Palomino?” she asks calmly, shifting and reaching for her piece.
“I said ‘don’t move,’” I bark. “Now get out of bed.”
“Geez. You need to make up your mind, cowboy. You just told me to get under the covers.”
“That wasbeforeI saw your weapon.”
“Fine,” she mutters as I quickly snag her gun and tuck it in my waistband. She hurls the blankets off and stomps beside me. With a petulant grin on her exquisite face, she opens the front of her bathrobe and I inhale a sharp breath. “Go ahead and search me.” She tempts, raising her hands, making her pebbled nipples stick straight out. Red-hot, wanton desire rips through my bloodstream as my dick pulses against my zipper.
“Keep your hands up.” I get a heady whiff of that musky-honey-fuck-me-now scent I smelled in bed, while I cautiously pat her down, accidentally getting a handful of her firm pillowy breasts. Jesus, I could yank that shirt off and put a lip lock on—
“Do you mind?” She huffs. “I can feel your man paws grazing my boobs, you know.”
I yank my hand to my side, choking out the words, “I did no such thing.” She fucking caught me. I should know better. Wait just a minute. “You’re the one breaking and entering. I ought to call the sheriff, so he can send you on your way to a home for wayward snow bunnies.”
“I can assure you, I wasn’t doing anything illegal, and your verbal insults would never hold up in court.” Her big blue eyes zero in on mine and, hell, if I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s checking me out and likes what she sees. “It was an emergency,” she smirks. “I was cold, and—”
“And you were looking for me to warm you up?” The fuck. Did I just say that out loud?
“Maybe.” She raises a brow, and I give her a double take.
Is she trying to fuck with my head? Because she’s doing a damn good job.
“Perhaps you could finish searching me before you completely ruin my Christmas. Watch out though. There’s a blow dart hidden in my bra.”
I like her spunk, but I’m playing with fire. “Your lie would work a little better if you were wearing one.”
She gasps and her cheeks redden, which only turns me on more.
I should get the hell away from her as far as I can, but I’m fucking mesmerized. Her breath hitches the second I touch her again and finish patting down her small waist and hips. No pistol. No knives. I step back.
“You finished?” She glares, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes. She’s not worried about me in the slightest. Who the hell is she to be so young and this full of confidence?
“No.”
“No?” she scoffs, tying the bathrobe sash again.
“No. I’m probably not finished with you.” I’d give anything to throw her on the bed face down and sink into that tight little cunt. I slyly grin, thinking of the many possibilities we have at our disposal. “Not sure what I’m going to do with you yet, but I have an inkling I’m definitely not finished.”
“For your information, I wasn’t going to draw on you, hell I didn’t even shoot out your window. You’re so damn paranoid.”
I stare at her in disbelief.
“Even though I might’ve died from hypothermia, did I blow out your window to get out of the cold?” She huffs. “No, I did not. I carefully pried it open and didn’t leave a scratch on the glass or the frame.”
I grunt. “How kind.”
She smirks and climbs back into bed. Then she adjusts the pillow behind her like I’m one of her minions, and she’s ready to stay for who knows how long.
“What’s your name?” I ask so gruffly that I’m almost spitting. “Where are you from and when the hell are you leaving?”
“Not very hospitable, are you, cowboy?” She states completely unruffled.
“Are you fucking kidding me? You broke into my place and were sleeping in my bed!”
“Jolene,” she says softly in the kind of voice that has the ability to pull me deep under quicksand.
“Jolene,” I echo, under my breath. “Jolene what?” I snap to my senses. Hell, she was packing heat.
