Page 65 of My Cowboy Freedom
“Pretend I’m invisible. Pretend that awkward shit never happened.” He took a low, crouching step away. “I was never here.”
“But it did happen.” I pulled him back. “And you are here.”
“Oh, you want the truth.” The shadows aged his face, although his words and his actions—even his grin—were boyish. “That’s important to you, is it?”
“Somewhat.” I likedthisSkyler because he was even more awkward than me. And the moon loved him. In the sallow moonlight he was beautiful and scary at the same time, like my very own personal gargoyle.
I’ll pretend I didn’t just picture that.
He licked his lips. “The truth is if we talk about what just happened, I might lose the nerve to try it again.” He eyed me for a couple of seconds, still as stone. Probably, he was waiting for me to say something stupid because that’s what I usually did.
Eventually he asked, “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
Oh, come on.I widened my eyes at him.You can’t tell me not to talk and then ask a question. No fair.
Because I really, really want another kiss.
Really.
He gripped my upper arms, or rather, he tried, because even though his hands weren’t small, he couldn’t get them around my biceps which are—ahem—a matter of much personal pride.
Dazed by my desire, hoping he’d put his hands on me some more, I leaned in. Then he leaned too. Our mouths met. I felt his smile bloom over mine—a warm, granola-bar-flavored sunrise made of lips and teeth and finally, the smooth and sexy brush of a wet tongue. He skimmed his hands down my arms, letting his fingers make a feast as he passed over my elbows, forearms, wrists, and hands.
When I gave a tug he pulled away, but because he’d kissed me I felt free to reach for him again. I cupped his jaw between my palms and rubbed my thumbs over his stubble, tracing the outline of his soft, full lips and the curve of his jaw like a blind man, and he was perfect. Hard, yes. Rough. But perfect.
Inside me, some kind of sexual pilot light roared to life.
I wanted him so bad.
I wanted him right there, right then, but...
“This okay?”
He nodded. “Whatever you want.”
“But”—I hesitated—“what do you want?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
Alarm bells went off in my head, although my dick was still going along with the program at that point. Skyler was exhausted. We were both running on fumes and I’d had a seizure. Elena was waiting. If I didn’t come back soon she’d come looking for me.
“Anything.” He kissed his way down my neck to my shoulders while his fingers got busy with my belt buckle. Dark desperation colored his words, “You want my mouth or my ass?”
“Wait. What?”
I like a man willing but half-conscious?
“Wait.” With a gasp that felt wrenched out of me, I grabbed his hands. “Aren’t you tired?”
“If you need me, I’m down. I’m okay.” He didn’t look okay at all. He sank to his knees like a sigh. “I’m so tired I won’t even notice.”
Oh, hey now.“Listen up, Skyler. If I fuck you, you’llnotice.”
He glanced up at me with confusion and something more—a momentary flicker of panic. He moved with renewed desperation, as if I’d scold him for doing this wrong.
“Don’t you want me?” He pulled his hands away. Went for my belt buckle again.
“Not tonight.”
