But he still wanted to do things differently with Lorelie.
Her lips found his earlobe and then his neck once more. His cock was hard enough to pound through concrete. Lorelie had discovered that fact for herself, given the way she was rocking her denim-clad pussy against his crotch. Too much more of that and he’d explode.
“God, Lori,” he murmured, pulling his lips away from hers. “We need to stop, darlin’, before we can’t.”
She looked like she wanted to fight him, so he placed another quick kiss on her lips.
“I mean it.” He’d hoped his stern, no-nonsense tone would make an impact, but Lorelie wasn’t that easy to maneuver.
“I don’t want to stop.”
“I’m going to be honest with you. I don’t want to either. But we’re going to. Let me take you out to dinner. We’ll talk a bit, get to know each other better.”
“Is this your standard operating procedure?”
He laughed. “Nah. I just want to spend more time with you.”
“Why?”
Glen didn’t hesitate. “Because I like you.”
He thought his answer would prompt a smile, but Lorelie only looked more confused.
“You’re not staying long.”
He could hang out in Quinn if he wanted to.
That realization came unbidden and took him by surprise. He wasn’t living on anyone’s timeline but his own.
“I can stay longer.”
She smiled as if he’d given her the moon on a silver platter. “You can?”
“Yeah. I’ve got nothing but time on my hands right now. And I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be.”
“I’m glad. You still coming by the ranch tomorrow?”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Looking forward to my personal rodeo.”
Lorelie laughed. “Don’t get too excited. I’m out of practice. I’ll probably toss my rope and catch a bunch of air.”
“Wouldn’t mind taking a real tour of this ranch of yours too. Seeing what life is like here. Who knows? Might inspire a country song or two.”
“Not sure you’ll have time to write any more songs once you’ve covered all of Ruby’s albums.”
He kissed her again. He meant to keep the touch brief, soft, but that went to hell the second Lorelie opened her mouth and stole another taste. Her fingers still rested on his bare chest. What would he give to guide them farther south so she could touch the part of him that was really aching?
Glen pulled away and tried to shake some sense into himself. “You’re making it really hard for me to be a gentleman here, Lori.”
“What gave you the impression I wanted a gentleman?”
He decided it was time to give the woman a taste of her own medicine. So far he’d let her hold the reins, make the moves. That wasn’t something that came natural to him. And it wasn’t something he’d do for long.
Twisting, he tossed Lorelie to her back on the wide seat, caging her beneath him. He gave her a quick, hard kiss, and then held himself over her, forcing her to look him straight in the eye.
“I know exactly what you want. I pay attention. And I’m pretty sure I know some things you might like, but don’t even know you want yet.”
Lorelie’s legs were parted. He had to force himself to hold his stern expression and not laugh when she wrapped her ankles around his waist, rubbing against him like a purring kitten.
“Not here, Butterfly. When I take you, it’s going to be in a bed and we’re going to have hours to do it right.”
“Glen. It’s been too long. I don’t need fancy, trust me.”
“Maybe you don’t. But I do.” He gave her a longer kiss, and then, much as it pained him, he sat up and opened the back door. For a second, he wasn’t sure Lorelie was going to follow him. She lay there quietly looking at the roof of the car until her rapid breathing slowed.
Then, she sat up as well. “Figures,” she muttered as she got out of the car.
“What does?”
“I’d manage to find a sexy singing cowboy with morals, principles. Patience.”
He chuckled. “My patience is being seriously tested, believe