Page 27 of Wild and Unruly
We’re panting as we make eye contact, and she’s about to put the hat on her head when I reach up and grasp her wrist tightly. My eyes don’t leave hers as I say with a hoarse voice, “You know what happens if you put that on.”
Giving me a flirty smile, she shakes her long hair back and winks. “I sure do.”
Then she puts my fucking cowboy hat on her head.
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I’m actingbraver than I actually am as I place his hat on my head and bend back down to kiss him, my hands able to freely roam into his slightly long hair.
He moves his mouth against mine, his hand rubbing up and down my back, pulling me as close to him as he possibly can and making my insides heat at a rapid pace. I don’t believe I’ve ever felt the need to get so physically close to someone in my life.
But with Stetson, I can’t seem to get enough, and I want to have all of his attention and his hands on me at all times.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him since he took me in that hallway yesterday and made me forget how to even breathe properly.
Then I took his hat? His hat?! Like a dummy. Everyone knows that once you place a cowboy’s hat on your head, you’re basically giving them the green light that you want to go to the next level.
Which I do.
But still, it’s the principle of the thing.
I desperately want to take his shirt off, but I’m worried the bark on the tree will scratch him up. I run my hands down his arms and reach the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and running my fingertips over his well-defined stomach.
“No fair. Men can just, like, have abs without even trying.”
Stetson coughs a laugh, and I realize I said that thought out loud. Oh well. Still true. “Hey, I try.”
“Sure, honey.” I pull his mouth back to mine, shutting him up and ignoring my own dialogue that I can’t seem to stop streaming from my mouth.
I realize that his hands have pushed my shirt up until it’s right beneath my bra, and I do him a favor by holding his hat in one hand and gesture for him to take off my shirt. We successfully get it off, and he pulls me back into him as I replace the hat.
His lips attach to my neck, and he moves down onto my bare chest. I can’t tell if the sweat I’m producing is due to the sun or the heat we have between us.
“If this was a book, the heat would be from us, so I’m just going to go with that.”
Stetson chuckles deeply, and I pinch my eyes closed. “I never knew the random thoughts that pop out of your mouth would turn me on, but it’s working.”
I bite my lip. “Well, if you were kissing me more, then I wouldn’t be talking so much.”
Fucking bold, Bonnie. Damn.
I’m proud of myself for that one.
Stetson’s heated gaze meets mine, and he grins wickedly. “Well, now that’s a toss-up. As much as I love what comes out of your mouth, I’d much rather put something in it.”
My jaw drops at the brazen words, and that’s exactly what he wants as he puts his mouth back on mine and sucks my tongue into his mouth.
Holy…hell.
Who is this man, and where has he been all my life?
We turn, and he lays me on the ground, taking care to tip his hat forward. I’m now essentially blindfolded and on the ground, allowing this man to ravish me, and I don’t even know who I am right now.
“This okay, Bo? Be honest.” His voice is rough with need, and I lift a hand up, giving him a thumbs-up.
Suddenly, his mouth comes down on my thumb, making my lips part in shock, and I lift my head, tipping the hat up to see him lying over me. His shirt is gone, and I take a moment to enjoy the sight.
