Cowboy Take Me Away
Page 8“So if I called your bluff?”
“I’d have you in the cab of my truck drivin’ like a bat outta hell to the closest justice of the peace.”
“Why me?” Her eyes searched his. “Every woman in that place had eyes on you. And you know exactly how good you look, so it’s not like you’re unaware of your appeal.”
Carson stroked her cheek. “Do I appeal to you? Or should I get nekkid so you can inspect me before you commit to me for the rest of your life?”
Sweet Carolyn blushed but didn’t drop her gaze. “Don’t you think we should get to know each other before you start planning the honeymoon?”
“You’re right. Ask me anything.”
“What do you do around these parts? Go to college?”
“Do I look like a college boy?”
Her gaze moved over him from his western shirt, to his jeans and boots and back up to his hat. “Maybe you’re a rodeo cowboy?”
His lips twisted. “Not hardly. I’m a rancher.”
“Isn’t that the same as being a cowboy?”
“Not even f**kin’ close.”
“Don’t snap at me,” she cautioned, “and watch your language.”
“Doesn’t seem like you like it all that much.”
“Some days are better than others. I’m a third-generation rancher so it wasn’t like I had much choice.”
“If you did have a choice and could do something different, what would it be?”
He steered the conversation back on track. “The better question is how would you feel about bein’ married to a rancher?”
That startled her. “What?”
“I am what I am, Carolyn. That ain’t ever gonna change. It ain’t an easy life—physically, mentally or emotionally. Some years we’re flush; some years we’re broke. Takin’ care of the cattle and the land is always my first priority.”
“So any woman you marry will have to understand she’ll come second to cows and crops?”
He watched her eyes, so wise and yet so curious, which was a damn potent combination when she focused it on him. “Yeah.”
“No wonder you’re having a hard time finding a woman to sign on for that life.”
“That’s the thing. I haven’t been lookin’.” He twisted a strand of blonde silk around his finger. “Then I saw you.”
“And…what? You thought I looked like I’d be good with cattle? Or that I’d be a good cook? Or I wouldn’t mind living hand to mouth? Or I had wide enough hips to birth a bunch of ranch hands? That makes no sense.”
“Now you’re getting it. It doesn’t make a lick of sense that when I saw you standing up at the bar I imagined wakin’ up to you every morning for the rest of my life.”
“Umm-hmm.” He tickled her lips with the end of her hair. “How old are you?”
“I’ll be nineteen this summer. How old are you?” she asked.
Old enough to know better. “Twenty-four.” He dropped his hand and retreated.
Carolyn snatched his forearm, holding him in place. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t look at me with regret.”
“I wasn’t.”
“Yes, you were.” Her fingers tightened on his arm. “Besides, I liked the way you were looking at me before you asked how old I was.”
Definitely a spark there. “And how was that?”
“Like it didn’t matter. Like you wanted to strip me bare and go wild on me.”
“Is that what you want me to do?”
She bit her lip. “I don’t know.”
“No.” She paused. “I’ve thought about it.” Her wide blue eyes locked on his. “I’ve thought about it a lot more since I met you.”
Holy hell this woman was killing him. She had no idea how sexy the combination of bold, innocent and honest was to a man like him. “Oh yeah?” He slid his hand up her arm and across her shoulder to cup her neck. “You gonna take another swing at me if I take this pretty mouth the way I want to?”
She lowered her lashes and stared at his lips.
Enough answer for him.
Carson tipped her head back and fused his mouth to hers.
This time she parted her lips and her breath exploded in his mouth. Her tongue sought his, boldly stroking and twining around his. Giving him a complete taste of her. She used her teeth to nip, her tongue to explore. Her lips were soft and yielding, then firm and demanding.
The kiss blew his mind. While there was no denying their attraction, this immediate passion between them caught him off guard. As did her complete abandonment to it.
He lifted her off the tailgate and pressed her against the rear quarter panel, keeping one arm behind her back and the other hand curled at the nape of her neck.
Carolyn’s hands clutched his shirt as she tried to pull him closer.
Finally, he had to take a breath that wasn’t saturated with her taste and her scent. He moved his lips from the corner of her mouth down to the arch of her neck. “Damn,” he panted against her throat.