Page 110 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
“I never laid a hand on your dick. I’ve never seen anything like that before.” He bit his lip and shifted, and Roan wondered whether, if he reached underneath the sheets Walker had arranged over them while Roan slept, he’d find him hard again. The thought made him tingle, but it also made him wonder where they went from here. “How are you feeling?” Walker asked.
“Fine,” Roan said. He stretched his body. It ached, but in the best way. “Better than fine.” He smiled a little bashfully.
“No regrets?”
Roan opened his mouth to answer, then took his time to think about it. Last time he’d given himself up like that to Walker, he’d been a mess the day after, but now, with Walker here…
“I feel self-conscious,” he said. “I think I always will. I guess that’s part of the…appeal. To let go like that even when I don’t quite want to. But I’m not ashamed.”
Walker tugged him close and held him. He smelled so good. Of sex and exertion and the deep, rich fragrance that was all Walker. “Good.”
“How about you?” Roan asked. “How do you feel?”
Walker smiled, the left side of his mouth lifting a little higher than the right. “I don’t want to scare you,” he softly said.
“What? You won’t. What is it?” Roan began to lift himself off Walker, but was drawn back into the tight embrace.
Walker’s hot breath tickled his ear. “I feel like I want to wrap you up and take you home and never let you go.”
Outside, a car came hurtling down the street, music blaring. Roan stilled. “What does that mean?” he asked softly.
Walker stroked his knuckles down Roan’s face, scruffy now with new stubble. “It doesn’t mean anything other than I don’t want this to end. And it can mean anything from me traveling up here every once in a while and you coming down to see me sometimes, to you leaving this place behind and joining me on the farm.”
“You hardly know me.”
Walker leaned up on his elbow and gave Roan all of his intense, tawny-eyed attention. “I’m willing to take the chance with you, little lion. Hell, there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you.”
“That’s insane,” Roan said, laughing a little giddily.
Walker’s smile was a little self-deprecating. “I’m aware. But I’m too far into this to pretend otherwise.”
“I don’t know anything about farming,” Roan whispered.
“I can teach you anything you want to know about farming, if that’s what you want. If not, there are plenty of others things to do. Either around the ranch or outside of it. Hell, my step-mom’s been going on about starting one of those organic produce delivery side businesses.”
“I don’t know.” Roan bit his lip and averted his eyes. He felt Walker stiffen a little.
“What don’t you know?”
“Well…” He couldn’t hold back the smirk anymore. “Do leeches eat lettuce?”
Walker stared at him, blinked, then threw his head back and laughed. Roan wanted to gnaw on his Adam’s apple.
“No,” Walker said. “Leeches live in water.” His eyes began to twinkle. “There are other critters though.”
“No, don’t tell me.”
“We have velvet ants, which are actually wasps.”
Roan clamped his hands over his ears. “I said don’t tell me!” He screeched when Walker tickled his sides and tried to bat him away.
“We have brown recluse spiders.”
“I’m not listening!”
Walker got him good between his ribs. “Wolf spiders.”
“No!”
