Page 13 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
Her eyelids lift and she peers at me through thick lashes. She sucks her lips in before her foot stretches out and strokes the swell of my denim.
Fuck.
My fingers freeze. Our eyes connect. My chest thunders. I should stop her, but when her knee bends and the sole of her foot rubs the length of my bulge, I’m damn useless. My entire body reacts. Heat pluses through my veins. My breathing hitches and I can feel my nostrils flare with my deep, short breaths. I want her. To taste her lips. To touch every last inch of her. But there’s no way in hell it’ll be tonight. Not when I know if she were stone sober she’d be glaring at me instead of seducing me.
“I’m taking off.” Sadie bursts our bubble and hugs her sister’s shoulder. She doesn’t even seem to notice the placement of Maggie’s foot.
Our gaze breaks. Maggie’s foot falls from my lap. I lower my drink to my lap arm, covering my hard-on.
“I found a single cowboy.”
Maggie gasps. “You did?”
“I did.”
“Is he cute? Hunky? Is he a hunky cowboy like you-know-who?” Both women’s eyes land on me for a split second.
Sadie plants a loud kiss on her cheek. “I love you, sis’.” She rests her head on Maggie’s. “It’s great to have you back.”
“I love you, too. Now, go get him.Meow.”
Sadie sends me an apologetic smile for her sister’s drunken state. “Are you going to make sure she gets to our room?”
I tip my Stetson at her in a half nod. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I hope y’all aren’t talkin’ about me.”
“Never.” Sadie skips to the door where the guy she’s been grinding on the dance floor waits for her. She doesn’t have to point two warning fingers in a threatening manner at me. I wasn’t planning on sleeping with Maggie in this condition. She does anyway.
“I didn’t think she’d find a single guy at a family lodge. I mean, besides you.” Maggie’s eyelashes fan her face when she glances at her lap. “You’re single, but you’re here for an event. I guess her single cowboy could be here for a different event.” She looks at me. “You’re single, right?”
Here’s where I would say, I’m single and I've got quick hands, a fast horse, and strong arms that can hold you tight all night long. Or some tacky pickup line that clarifies I’m interested in knocking boots. Unfortunately, that’s not our path tonight.
“I am.”
“Good.” Maggie rests her hand on my thigh. An action she wouldn’t do if she was stone cold sober.
“It’s getting late. We should probably retire.” The chair scrapes as I stand up. “Unlike your sister, we have to get up at five and bake cookies.” The words come out rough and serious.
I bend down and snatch her heels off the floor. Our hands graze as I pass them to her, but I don’t linger.
She stops in the hallway. “Your room or mine?”
Shit.
“That’s not what I was insinuating. I didn’t mean retire to hook up. I just wanted to walk you back to your room.”
“Oh.” She shrugs. “In that case, I’m going to go for a walk. A thirty-minute walk to be exact. Long enough that hopefully by the time I get back to the suite they’re finished making the walls shake.”
Double shit. I don’t blame her. No one wants to listen to a family member in the thralls of sex.
“I’ll walk with you.”
“You don’t have to. Go. Sleep. I’ll be fine.” She touches my arm and zings of desire pulse through my skin.
“I promised your sister I’d make sure you got back to the room safe and sound.
Maggie stares at me like she’s waiting for me to say more. “That’s it?”
