Page 13 of My Cowboy Date
She nods. “I’ve got to settle a score with my ex there. He’s planning to claim the cattle tagging system I created as his own. It’s probably not that big of a deal. I mean, it’s not like there’s money involved but?—”
I cup her face. “But you created it. It’s yours, not his and I’d say he’s taken enough from you. So take it back.”
She smiles at me like I get her, and I reckon I do. I smile back and I want to tell her what’s going on in my heart but one of my brothers is riding toward us in the distance.
I take the end of my shirt and quickly wipe Aspen’s mouth.
Marshall rides up and waits until Aspen’s gone before saying, “Dad wants us to head over to Butterfly Buck’s and get some tractor parts he has.”
I look around him to watch Aspen. She’s riding away confidently, as beautiful as hell, that woman of mine. And I’m going to make what’s between us a permanent thing because like this land, she’s a part of me that I’m not willing to let go of.
Chapter 6
Aspen
The meeting and dance tonight is semi-formal and I’m glad that I picked up a new calf-length dress months before I’d lost my job. It’s pale blue with silver threads flowing from the waist to the hem that shimmer when I move.
The top of it has a sweetheart neckline and I think about Wilder and what I might glimpse in his eyes when he sees it. After I’d sucked him yesterday, I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him. I’d thought about the way he’d pleasured me for the first time and I’d ended up touching myself.
Coming by myself wasn’t nearly as satisfying as it used to be because I’d longed for him to be buried inside of me, to have him crushing me to the mattress.
Tonight, I’m determined that I’ll know what it’s like to have his weight pinning me down. I’ll know what it’s like to feel his cock throbbing between my legs. I’m already wet with anticipation.
When I hear a vehicle outside, I run a brush through my hair and decide to leave it down, then apply a light coat of lipstick.
There’s a knock on the door after I finish adding a spritz of perfume. Taking one last glance at myself, I draw in a deep breath to calm the butterflies in my stomach, then go to greet mycowboy date. I guess it’s not really a date considering I’m going there for a purpose, and when I asked him I guess I didn’t really make it clear to him that I’m interested and—holyhell.
I can’t speak after I open the door and see him.
Wilder in jeans and the usual t-shirts that he wears is an eye feast. But in the dress slacks and blue pinstriped shirt with a tie slung loosely around his neck, he leaves me breathless.
“You look good enough to eat,” I tease, then put a hand to my lips. “Oh wait. I already did that.”
He hooks an arm around my waist and hauls me against him. “I missed you,” he says, kissing me hotly.
My nipples stand at attention, and the throb between my legs grows more insistent.
“We’ll attend the meeting,” he says, pressing his lips to the side of my throat.
“Uh huh.”
“We’ll share a dance or two.” He kisses my collarbone.
“Yep.”
“Then I’ll bring you home and fuck you senseless.”
“I have to say that I agree with your plan.”
“Glad to hear it. Get a jacket,” he says.
“It’s warm out.” I step onto the porch and hold my arms wide likecan’t you tell?
“I know but it’ll be cold in the building where the meeting is. They always set the temperature too low.” His gaze flicks to the neckline of my dress. “And if I see your nipples, I’m going to get a hard on. And if I get a hard on, I might decide to fuck you while we dance.”
“I see what you mean. We’d probably wear out our welcome at that point.”
“Possibly.”
