Page 49 of Breaking the Cowboy's Rules

“You radiate a ‘don’t touch’ vibe and then to torture men, God has gifted you with this gorgeous ass that just begs for me to grab it and lift you up so that you can wrap those long legs around my body. And then these beautiful breasts I could spend hours pleasuring.”

“Really?” she asked breathlessly. “I’ve been told that I’m out of proportion.”

Bodhi had been kissing and licking her clavicle—who knew that was an erogenous zone for her? And for him, because he was becoming obsessed with her refined bone structure.

“Who was that moron?” Bodhi stopped his sensual exploration to glare his demand. “Probably gay and crouching in the closet.”

She laughed, less inhibited this time, and the doubt lingering in her expression dropped away. “It was actually more than a few morons. The first being my mother.”

“Our mothers should meet,” Bodhi said without thinking. “They can have a competition to out-moron and out-criticize each other.”

He filed that information away uneasily. She didn’t get on with her mom. She sounded like she was alone. He’d always had Bowen and Beck. And his granddad.

Nico would be alone again because he was going to leave her. His heart pinched.

She sighed and her expression was hazy with sensuality.

“Nico.” He forced himself to stop even though his heart was pounding, and his erection was trying to bust out of his jeans. Nico was doing some creative move with her pelvis that was heaven and torture. His dick was screaming for freedom so it could grab what she was clearly offering.

“Are you still up for this?”

“You are.” She did an exaggerated pelvic move and he groaned and instinctively thrust against her. “And I’m not a starry-eyed virgin dreaming of an HEA. You’re a cowboy. I know what that means.”

She was so analytical, it pissed him off. He wanted to argue. Not all cowboys were love ’em and leave ’em even though he was and had always been. He’d kicked the Rodeo Bride Game off to a hella good start so he couldn’t bitch when she called him on his easy come, easy go sexual lifestyle. He owned it.

But Nico was not a buckle bunny. She was unique. Special.

And that should stop him in his tracks if he were a decent man. A man who deserved her. But he knew he wasn’t that strong.

“You’re sweet to worry about me. No one else ever has, and I’m sure you’re objecting strenuously to my use of the word sweet.”

“I am. It’s not masculine,” he teased.

“It should be. Bodhi, I know the Rodeo Bride Game is a game, and it’s only for a week, maybe a few days more before you head back out on tour. And while I think it might bite you or one of your cousins in your very prime…butts, your heart is in the right place, and the game appeals to me because I…I am coming out of a very difficult situation and am on a hiatus, and a vacation with a beautiful, sexy cowboy who is totally out of my milieu will be a welcome distraction and memorable memory.”

She spoke like a queen. And didn’t that just put him in his place?

But still he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. He felt she’d been hurt often. She was strong, but he didn’t want to add to her burden.

“Life is pain and pleasure,” she said philosophically. “One cannot live or experience one without the other, and this week promises to be a lot of fun and pleasure, unless you’re having second thoughts.”

Her fingers played with one of the snaps on his shirt.

Hell yes, he was having third and fourth thoughts too. But he’d set the game in motion, and Nico was an impossible woman to resist, and he didn’t even want to try.

“What the hell,” he murmured looking at her upturned face. The tentative smile—full of hope with a dash of doubt was a kick in his gut.

Give her a great memory of Montana. A memory of the cowboy who rocked her word.

Because she rocked yours.

“I never wanted to be a saint.”

Chapter Eight

“You mentioned havingfun with a side of pleasure,” Bodhi said, finally dragging himself away from kissing her until they both lost their minds.

“I’m indulging both at the moment,” she said, her lips swollen from his kisses. Her eyes sparkled and her skin was flushed a beautiful pink all along her collarbone. Her long-sleeve shirt had already been discarded in the grass along with his T-shirt she’d all but ripped off to his surprise and approval.

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