Roping His Heart by Angela Fattig Page B

had hurt her.
    The parents never stopped trying to push us together. They always had. I hated it at the time. Right now, I really could use their help. How I loved this woman sitting next to me.

Chapter Two
    I Still Loved Him
     
    ‘ I still loved him , ’ I thought as I sat here next to him, every six foot three inch of him. The years had been good to him. In school, he looked like any average guy, tall and skinny. Today he was rugged with a wide solid chest, powerful arms, tanned and lean. Beautiful get lost in me brown eyes and he keep his brown hair just long enough for the back to touch his collar. He was every woman’s wet dream on powerful legs. Yes, the ranch had been good to him.
    I got wet just sitting here next to him. He’s been doing this to me since I was eight. Not getting me wet, but making my insides twist. I shifted, trying to rid myself of the feeling between my legs. I may still be a virgin, but I knew what arousal was. Yes I am a twenty year old virgin. I was raised to believe you waited until you found the one to spend your life with. I stole a glance at Dean. I had found my forever in a six foot three cowboy.
    I shifted again thinking about his hands on my body. I vowed the night he sent me packing that I would bring him to his knees and make him beg. Obviously, my tight jeans weren’t doing it. I will have to increase my efforts. I needed to show more skin.
    I felt him touch my leg just above my knee and my heart stopped. “Hey you ok over there?” he asked.
    I stole a side look. It was dark in the cab of the truck, but I could just make out in the dim dash lights a smirk on his beautiful face. He knew what he still did to me and he was enjoying it. Two can play this game.
    I clamped my legs together trapping his fingers between my legs. His finger bit into my flesh as his breath caught in his throat.
    “I am now,” I whispered.
    The truck swerved. He swore as he used his other hand to bring it back on the road. “Damn Katy,” he groaned, “You can’t do things like that to a man while he’s driving. We are only so strong.”
    I laughed and opened my legs but he didn’t move his hand. ‘ What the fuck ,’ I thought. Instead, he began to make small circles with his thumb. I closed my eyes fighting the feels that were invading my body. “Dean,” I whispered breathlessly, “Please.” My brain wouldn’t function.
    His hand inched higher as his fingers bit more into my skin. “What Katy,” he asked, “What is it you want?”
    ‘Don’t stop,’ I thought. I couldn’t say it. He needed to be the one asking. I’m not that foolish girl anymore. I won’t beg. I bit my lip and turned to look out the window ignoring his question.
    Dean never removed his hand as he turned into the long driveway or when he parked in front of the house. He put the truck in park one handed and turned to look at me.
    “Katy,” he started. I stopped him by shaking my head.
    “Please Dean,” I whispered, “Not now.” He nodded, removed his hand, and stepped from the truck.
    He ran a hand through his hair as he rounded the truck and opened my door. I was five foot five and still had trouble getting in and out of his huge truck.
    He reached in gripping my hips, and pulled me out and against his body. He held me there longer than necessary. I gripped his broad shoulders as he slowly slid me down his body never looking away from my eyes.
    When my feet finally touched the ground, he closed his eyes and leaned his head against mine. “Damn baby,” he groaned, “You have me in knots.”
    I wanted his lips on mine. My body burned for him. No matter how much I wanted him, he needed to come to me. He needed to make the first move. Once I had thrown myself at him and was rejected. There won’t be a second time.
    I pushed out of his arms, turned, and walked to the house. I stopped on the porch trying to fight the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. I chanced a look back and saw Dean facing his truck.