Page 32 of The Cowboy Hitch

When we arrive at my apartment, he insists on walking me up and coming in. He shuts the door behind him. “I don’t want you working at Oz’s anymore.”

I pull off my boots and curl my toes into the carpet. “Don’t start. How else am I going to live?”

“I’ll take care of you.” He follows me into the small living room as though he belongs here—belongs with me and in my life.

“Uh-uh. I don’t need that. All I need is for you to take care of your child. Be there for this baby.” Instinctively, my hand goes to my stomach.

His gaze lands on my belly and he smiles. “Of course, that goes without saying. But Lace.” He softens his tone and takes my hand. “Taking care of you is taking care of the baby. You shouldn’t be working there. Just look at you.”

I pull my hand from his. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

With a heavy sigh, he guides me to sit on the couch. “You’re exhausted. Being on your feet all day can’t be good.”

Before I can protest, he sits next to me and pulls my leg onto his lap, my foot in his hands. His fingers knead and rub at the arch, and my lips smash together to stifle a pleasured moan.

A raging battle springs to life inside of me. I love what he’s doing, erasing the ache and pain from all the hours on my feet, but he isn’t playing fair. My will to fight, stand on my own, quickly evaporates under his care.

“Ridge, I can’t…” I mewl, and when his fingers press on a particularly tender spot on my heel, my eyes flutter closed. “I—”

“Shhh.” Slanting his head, he leans in and captures my lips in a kiss that’s hungry and demanding.

A surge of heat races down my spine, flooding my core in a flare of anticipation. I know how good we are together. The urge to touch him taunts me, and even though I know better—know where this will lead—suddenly, I can’t stand it anymore.

I grab his head, fingers threading into his dark hair. My heart pumps painfully as I leap onto his lap and straddle him. His cock wedges between my legs, where I need him most.

I want more. All of him.

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RIDGE

Soft, ample curves fill my hands, and my head swims as Lacy’s sassy mouth overtakes mine—the taste of mint and honey invading my senses.

God, she’s fucking delectable.

A swell of pleasure builds within me as she rolls her hips, grinding herself against my hardening cock. Right where I want her. Where I need her.

Where I’ve only dreamed of having her again.

She kisses me with eagerness. It’s an impassioned frenzy I’ve craved from the very first moment my lips met hers.

Still, I need to know…

“You want this?” I ask, breaking from our kiss. “Want me?”

Her dark eyes are hooded, cheeks tinted pink, and legs squeezed tight. She’s a fruit ripe for picking, and I wait, breath held, as growing hunger wraps around me, slowly strangling the small bit of sensibility I’ve got left.

She pushes herself impossibly closer. Her full tits crush against my chest, and her sweet breath is hot against my ear when she whispers, “I want you inside me.”

In one swift motion, I shift our balance, tearing her dress over her head and tossing it to the floor. Her bra quickly follows suit.

Smooth, sun-kissed skin greets me, inviting me to touch, kiss, and delight in the bounty of her lush beauty.

Does she know how perfect she is? What she does, not only to my body, but the rest of me as well? She’s temptation and solace mixed into one natural, gorgeous package.

“Ridge,” she gasps when I latch my mouth to her nipple and suck deeply.

My answering hum has her squirming over me in a way that lets me know she’s ready. She’s past the point of wanting, and all that’s left is pure, glorious need.

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