Page 84 of Fix Me Up, Cowboy
My brothers herd the dogs and Deacon from the room.
“We’ll leave you two to unpack,” Jake says. “But remember the rules: No shutting the door when you have a girl in your room.”
I flip him the finger. Fortunately, Deacon isn’t around to see it.
Laughing his head off, Jake departs the room. I close the door behind him, ignoring his dumbass rule.
Kate’s busy emptying one suitcase and putting the contents into the dresser drawers. I grab her from behind and pull her against me, allowing my hands easy access to her breasts.
One hand moves under her tank top, and I palm her tit and the lacy fabric covering it.
She moans, the sound quieter than back at Charlotte’s house, so not to be heard by everyone else inthishouse.
My other hand slips from her waist to between her legs. She’s wearing my favorite pair of shorts—and not just because I know the courage it took for her to wear them the first time.
I press my fingertips against the seam, knowing the exact spot to apply pressure to get the reaction I want.
“Oh, God. You’re not playing fair,” she half moans, half whispers.
“Never said I was going to play fair. I just want to give you a taste of what you can expect later.”
I roughly turn her around and kiss her long and deep until I can feel her trembling against me.
My kiss becomes more tender, and my heart stirs in my chest. I attempt to ignore it but it’s no use. It’s official: I’m starting to fall for the woman in my arms.
The woman who has no use for small-town life.
Doesn’t that fuck all?
The phone rings from Kate’s purse. She ignores it and we continue kissing.
It stops ringing.
A minute later it starts ringing again.
Once more, Kate ignores it as our kisses go back to being deeper, more consuming.
The phone stops ringing only to start again several seconds later.
Kate groans.
“You should probably answer that.”
She nods, breath ragged.
Then she pulls away and removes the still-ringing phone from her purse. She looks at the screen and groans even louder this time.
24
Kate
I acceptmy stepmother’s call and step away from Noah. “Hi, Lucinda.” I’m vaguely aware of him walking out of the bedroom to give me some privacy.
“I was in Neiman Marcus today shopping for a dress for myself,” she says, without missing a beat, “and I found the perfect cocktail dress for you for the tea party. It’s a blue-and-white floral A-line dress that is sleeveless and the hem falls to just below the knees. It’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“It sounds really pretty.” I prefer pinks over blues, but the dress does sound nice.
“I thought you would say that. So I went ahead and bought it. I didn’t want to risk it being gone by the time you return.”
