Page 23 of Long Arm of the Cowboy

“Where?”

“The safehouse.”

“That sounds mysterious. Should I be taking notes?”

He opened his mouth to dispute that but caught the mischievous light in her eyes and chuckled. “No, you should not be taking notes.”

You should be sitting on my face.

Agh! That was so much worse.

He stomped the gas to go faster. If he didn’t get that space between them soon, he feared what he might do.

Hell, after seeing that sultry look she’d given him back in the field, he was afraid of whatshe’ddo.

He couldn’t reach their destination soon enough.

As soon as he pulled up in front of a small cabin nestled in some pines, Lark gave a small cry of delight that made his pulse pound.

She twisted in her seat, bouncing a little, which caused her breasts to jiggle. “This is where we’re staying the night?”

He resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands. “Yes.”

Casting off her seatbelt and throwing open the door, she jumped out of the truck and ran up to the front door. He followed more slowly, trying not to stare at her round ass on the approach.

As soon as he opened the door using a code Ross provided via text, Lark rushed inside and set off to explore.

“Oh!” Her surprised gasp brought him running down the hall to make sure she hadn’t encountered a raccoon or some other critter nesting here.

Then he saw what caused it.

A king-sized bed.

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“This is the only bedroom.” Lark’s announcement attracted Clay’s focus. His gaze riveted on her, the expression in the depths unreadable.

“You can have the bed. I’ll take the couch.” His voice was so smooth and rumbly, deep in a way that penetrated her and stroked things that had never been stroked before.

She swallowed hard. The fact that she was attracted to Clay didn’t surprise her—he was a gorgeous man with the bodyandthe brains…even if he didn’t know all the tech tricks she did.

But he was skilled in other ways she wasn’t. And he made her feel safe.

She was so used to feeling like she had to be on her guard that she didn’t realize how great it would be to trust someone else with her safety.

She also wanted to scale him like a tree, wrap her legs around his waist and kiss the scowl right off his handsome face.

He didn’t step away to put distance between them. She tilted her head up, gaze fixed on his mouth.

“What do you think of the place?” he rasped.

“It’s charming,” she whispered.

Fire sparks swirled in the depths of his eyes, lighting up her core with tiny flames.

His stare lifted to her hair and lingered around her forehead. “Very charming.”

Suddenly, he jerked his head up, resuming his stiff, action-figure pose once more. “I’m going to make a call. You relax a while.”

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