Falling For A Cowboy by Anne Carrole

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    She followed the thin line of dark hair that ran down the middle of his toned stomach . I t disappeared under the tented blanket that covered the treasure trying to pok e through . Her hands itched to pick up the edge of the fabric and discover that treasure for herself.
    She stepped closer, desire warring with reason . Before a winner could be declared, a strong arm encircled her waist and brought her tumbling down onto that firm abdomen. She fell with a squeal as s mooth skin and tight muscles greeted her. Whitey scrambled from the bed.
    “ Come here, darling. ” Clay crooned the words as he wrapped both arms tightly around her and pulled her up to him. Before she could think , he ’ d rolled over her . T he only things separating them were her denim skirt and the thin cover, now bunched at his hips.
    “ I ’ ve missed you. ” He feather ed little kisses along her neck . Waves of delicious tingles rolled through her.
    She didn ’ t try to resist. A long firm length prodded her thighs . Unless he ’ d taken a hammer to bed with him last night, the man was hard and ready . The wetness between her legs said she was too.
    But this was insane .
    “ Clay, don ’ t , ” s he managed to eke out between signals from her body telling her to let it ride. Fortunately , her brain was on duty this morning.
    Like she had thrown a switch, he released her and rolled o nto his back , pulling the covers along with him . He covered his eyes with the back of a hand .
    “ I know you want it, Dusty . Why won ’ t you let me give it to you? ” Frustration edg ed his words.
    H e was right . She did want it . “ I don ’ t know. ” It was the only answer she could give . Something was preventing her from answering the call of every part of her body.
    “ I ’ d make it good for you, honey. ”
    “ Clay, it ’ s not that. ”
    He sat up in one fluid motion, the blanket barely covering his lap. “ What is it then? ”
    She shrugged. She was struggling to attach a name to it , too. But i f the guy didn ’ t get some clothes on, there might be no need for this conversation.
    He bunched the edge of the cover in his hand. “ I ’ ve told you I ’ d like to see where this goes. ” He stared at her, his big blue eyes making her pulse jump .
    “ It ’ s me . I ’ ve things to work out, Clay . Maybe it ’ s too soon. ”
    He took a deep breath and with a growl, threw the cover back and rose out of the bed . H is erection st u ck out , long and thick , and aimed at her . She gasped and shut her eyes , but the sight of him in all his glory was one she ’ d never forget . The man was magnificent .
    “ I ’ m taking a shower, ” he said . She heard the sounds of feet slapping against wood . “ A cold shower. ”
    She shouldn ’ t have peek ed as he took the stairs two at a time , but she couldn ’ t help herself . He looked like a wild animal as he climbed , his heavy shaft waving from the motion . Heaven help her. They ’ d never fit together.
     
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    Why hadn ’ t Dusty fallen into his bed like every other woman? He must have done something wrong.
    He let the water from the shower spray over him . Warm water, cleansing water. The flowered shower curtain fluttered from the pelting of the drops . He lathered the soap and began to scrub.
    He tried to clear his mind, but Dusty wouldn ’ t let him . He saw her image, sitting on his lap, her core nestled against his hard length , her nipples erect , pushing through the thin fabric of her top , and her thighs squeezing his hips. Her kisses had branded him like a hot iron . And then she ’ d jumped off of him as if she ’ d gotten burned . T his morning she ’ d said no outright . Stopped him cold when he ’ d had an erection that was close to painful.
    What the hell was he going to do? He wanted her, and not just physically . H e wanted more with her . H e wanted to be closer to her, share her secrets, soothe her fears. He ’ d felt a connection with her, a