Page 12 of Dear Santa, Send Me a Cowboy
I never said I wouldn’t, but seeing her so pleased with herself that she was doing something made my heart swell.
“Good, now you can go back into the house and warm up while I finish fixin’ these lights.” I picked the ladder up off the ground and went to go around Diana, but she swiftly stepped in front of me, blocking my exit.
“Do you know how difficult it was to get my ass into these eight-year-old snow pants?” she gripped each side of her waist, drawing my eyes downward. I hadn’t realized just how tight they were, but holy fuck did they look good.
Damn good.
She twisted her body to give me a better angle and I swear I almost fell to my knees and worshiped the perfect curve, perfect symmetry of her round, plump little ass.
“As you can see, it was extremely difficult.” She arched a knowing brow in my direction, causing my heart rate to rise. “And I don’t plan on getting out of them until after I help you with these lights.”
Or until I decide to strip them off your body and say fuck fixing the lights.
My jaw set as I almost let the ladder slip from my fingers and crash down onto the ground.
“Think you’ll need help gettin’ out of them?” I nodded my head toward her pants on a thick swallow. “Might need some strong hands to get them down your legs.”
Her pretty eyes went wide as a flush hit her cheeks.
“Did you… did you just ask if you could take my pants off?” She asked incredulously, but I could hear the slight breathlessness in her tone.
“I asked if you were going to need help.” My mouth lifted at the side as I watched an array of emotions sweep across her face. “Told you earlier that if you needed me, you could use me.”
Her eyebrows bunched together in challenge. “The last time I let someone help me out of my pants, I became a single mother. So, no thanks. I think I can manage getting them off myself.”
Almost immediately, the mention of another man having the chance to take her pants off sent a very unwelcome feeling throughout my gut. I didn’t like it. Not one bit as my fingers went taut around the ladder and my jaw set further.
Fuck… I felt murderous at the mere thought of it.
“Thinkin’ I’d be anything like your shit bag of an ex is a goddamn insult, darlin’. If you were with me, I’d make sure that every day would end with my hands on you.”
She looked breathless again. Mouth parted, eyes clouded in what I could only assume to be desire, she stared at me unblinkingly.
Seemed like I had a knack for eliciting that type of response from her.
“And I do mean every day.”
I brushed past her with a hint of a smile on my mouth, leaving her to ponder my words. Then carrying the ladder over to the side of the house, I gently laid it against the gutter before I cast a glance over my shoulder to check on Diana. Sure enough, she was following behind me with knitted brows and a tight-lipped expression.
“Thanks, darlin’,” I teased, with a beaming smile directed at her. “You can just set those next to the ladder. I’m goin’ to go run and get my gloves from the truck.”
As she stumbled in closer, barely acknowledging me, I knew I had either pissed her off or crossed some invisible line. Yet, when her eyes captured mine, I glimpsed a flicker of mischief dancing around in her gaze.
What the hell was going on in that head of hers?
“Don’t even think about climbin’ this ladder, Diana. You better wait till I come back, got it?” I asserted firmly, my gaze piercing with intensity.
“Got it, cowboy.” As soon as she set the lights down, she planted her hands onto her hips with a scowl. Though I was hesitant to leave her there, I gave her one last reprimanding look before turning around to head to my truck.
I swear to fuck if she climbed that ladder, I’d lose my damn mind.
She wouldn’t be that reckless to prove a point, would she?
Chapter Five
DIANA
As I climbed up the ladder, I only had one goal in mind and that was to piss off the arrogant cowboy who wouldn’t leave. Sexually frustrated didn’t even begin to describe how I felt. I needed this man more than I needed my next breath. I needed his rough hands, his filthy mouth, I wanted everything he could give and more.
