Page 21 of Rodeo Rivals
Oh. That’s right. She wasn’t actually there to assess his bed. Well, not by sight anyway.
Considering there wasn’t much room unless she sat down in the booth, they were at an impasse. Not that she wanted to leave or anything. It was merely the nature of the space they currently occupied. It wasn’t intended for this many people. No one could convince her that this small of a space could comfortably accommodate more than one person. She’d lose her mind if she had to share one hundred and forty square feet with anyone.
One night, though. She could handle that.
When his eyes darkened with a feral desire, she licked her bottom lip. That smoulder raised her body temperature. That was what she had come for.
“Are we sure we want to do this?” he asked as he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her tighter against him.
Was he serious?
Snaking her arms over his shoulders, she pursed her lips as though contemplating. “I’ve made worse decisions in my life.”
He snorted before he kissed the tip of her nose. “Name two.”
Smirking, she skimmed her fingers up the back of his neck into the shortness of his hair. “Umm. Choppy bangs and skinny jeans in the 2010s.”
He threw his head back and laughed, which made his Adam’s apple bob. For reasons unknown to her, it looked ratherenticing, and she peppered all around it with gentle kisses. The saltiness of his skin stained her lips.
His hands crept over her body, and he cupped the globes of her ass, making her skin break out in goose pimples. As he lowered his face, he covered her mouth with his and lifted her off the ground. Laughing during the kiss, she tightened her hold on him.
There was something about a guy holding her up by sheer strength that made her go tingly. She wasn’t fat, and no one could call her skinny, but her thickness meant most guys didn’t attempt it. She was all muscle, which made her a bit of a challenge to lift.
Turning, he gently placed her on the table. Claiming her mouth with savage, possessive kisses, he guided her back until she was laid out with him positioned between her thighs.
The kiss broke when he leaned back to stand at his full height. His tongue ran over his bottom lip. “I can still taste the lime,” he said.
She smirked. “Really? All I got was the tequila.”
“Want another shot?”
She snickered.
“I do. With you laid out on my table, my mouth is watering.”
He slid his palms up her legs toward the top of her jeans. Little fireworks popped beneath the fabric. The denim did little to prevent the heat of his desire from scorching her skin. Her core throbbed. She could get addicted to the look in his eyes.
She couldn’t worry about that now.
Slowly, he dropped to his knees. His head, between her thighs, was perfectly aligned with her sex. “May I?”
Absolutely.
“May you what?” she teased.
She knew damn well what he asked for, but she wanted him to say it out loud. A man willing to verbalize his desire always unraveled her.
He cocked his head to the side slightly. “You want me to say it?”
“Most definitely.”
His gaze shifted to the apex of her thighs, which was mere inches from his nose. His fingers unsnapped the button on her jeans before clasping the tab of her zipper.
“I want to lick every inch of your glorious pussy,” he said as he dragged the metal down, opening her pants.
Oh, sweet baby Jesus. Of course he had to be graphic—just the way she liked it. He knew what she craved.
With a bit of a wiggle and a series of tugs, he dragged them over her hips and leaned back so he could get them down the rest of her legs.
