Page 84 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
Walker stepped a little closer, and Dana danced around them once before running off to explore the field. A couple of cows stared at them like they were watching a soap opera. Their first audience for the show. Apart from the crew, anyway. “I wish this whole circus was over.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Come on, let’s head back.”
“Already? But the snakes,” Roan protested.
Walker shrugged easily and smiled. “Marlon loves snake hunting. He’ll happily finish up.” He hesitated for a second, but Roan smiled and held out his hand. Walker gave a little laugh and threaded their fingers together. Roan loved the callouses brushing against his palm.
Walker scanned the field, and Roan joined him, surprised to find that the others spread far across the pasture. Strangely, no one was paying attention to them. All the camera people and other crew were unusually distracted, too preoccupied with making sure they didn’t step on any snakes. It was everything that wasn’t ever supposed to happen on a show like this.
It was a sign.
Walker pointedly lifted his shirt and turned off his body mic. Glancing around to make sure no one observed, Roan did the same.
“Are we running away together again?” Roan asked after they were both clear of being recorded, his stomach dancing giddily. What was wrong with them? They shouldn’t be doing this. But he couldn’t bring himself turn the opportunity down either.
Walker grinned, tipping his hat down. “Little bit.”
Roan’s heart did a giddy hop. “Okay.”
Walker whispered, “Stay,” at Dana, then grabbed Roan’s hand again. Without a word he tugged him along to the side of the field where a huge tree offered a hidden patch of shade. All fear of snakes left behind in the excitement of being alone with Walker again, Roan followed.
Once on the opposite side of the massive trunk, Walker pushed Roan against the bark. The air hung humid between them, and Walker’s tawny eyes smiled lazily.
“Can I kiss you?” Walker asked. “No cameras. No show. Just you and me.”
God, did Walker really think he had to ask after last night? But Roan had refused to kiss him then, hadn’t he? He’d been afraid. He was scared now, too, but for a different reason. This was a good kind of fear. A thrill.
“Yes,” Roan croaked, his mouth going instantly dry. He licked his lips to generate some saliva. “Fuck, yes.”
Walker’s eyes sparkled happily. He pushed his hat out of the way, and the light hit his face. He was so gorgeous Roan’s knees went weak, and he was glad of Walker’s grip on his shirt. Walker grinned, tilted his head to the side, and kissed him.
A bead ofsweat left Roan’s temple and slowly made its way down the side of his face. When it reached Roan’s ear, Walker closed his eyes and fell a little deeper into the kiss. It felt restrained, chaste almost, but with a burning urgency underneath that told him Roan was putting on the brakes.
Knowing those piercings were there was a big temptation, but this wasn’t the time, so Walker let go of Roan’s shirt and shifted his hands lower, settling on his sharp, narrow hips.
Roan moaned a little, slipped his fingers in the loops of Walker’s jeans, and tugged him closer. And just like that the brakes gave out. A fierce heat swallowed Walker whole, and he licked at Roan’s mouth, tasting sweat, then pressed his tongue inside. Roan shivered, knocked Walker’s hat off his head, and buried his hands in his hair as he pressed closer.
On and on, the kiss went, until the sound of the bugs and critters and birds became white noise. He went lightheaded, though not from lack of air. Walker had never been kissed like this. Had never felt it to the tips of his fingers where they tingled against Roan’s stomach when he slipped them underneath Roan’s shirt. And still the kiss lasted. Walker’s mouth throbbed, but stopping didn’t even enter his mind. His heart thudded hard against his ribcage, and he felt Roan’s respond in kind, rattling his chest like it wanted out. Roan’s breath hit his cheek in little panting bursts, and he felt like he was flying, untethered and weightless.
Finally a noise penetrated the fog that had descended on Walker’s mind. Roan must’ve heard it too because he slowed the kiss, ending it with a soft peck, then another one like he couldn’t help himself, and Walker felt his smile before he pulled away.
“Jesus,” Roan whispered.
“You can say that again.”
“Jesus.”
Walker laughed and eased away a little so he could look at Roan, but their hips remained pressed flush together. “Does that make up for the terrible date?”
“I don’t know,” Roan said, smoothing a wrinkle out of Walker’s shirt. “I think you need to take me on another terrible date, this one without any need to hide, and kiss me again so I can compare.”
Walker grinned. “I think that can be arr—”
“Very nice work, boys.”
They startled apart to find Molly with her arms crossed and an amused expression; the camera crew ranged behind her. A boom mic was dangling to catch their conversation now since they’d turned their body mics off. Walker still had his hand wrapped around Roan’s hip, but it fell away when a second figure stepped up beside Molly. Roan frowned at him, confusion clouding his face, but Walker saw red.
