Page 8 of Texas Kissing
Now it all made sense! I’d figured out she was a New Yorker from her accent. She was an evil genius man-eater from the land of cocktails and designer shoes and she’d traveled to small town Texas to find herself a stud and now she was toying with me. Yeah, that was it. She probably went through a man a week.
Well, fine. I had no problem with a girl with a healthy sexual appetite. But she’d picked the wrong guy to toy with. I was mad at her, but the anger was wrapped around a hot core of lust. I wanted her more than any girl I could remember.
If she’d come here to find a stud, she was going to damn well get one.
You mess with the Bull, you get the...well, the horn.
I leaned forward. “Yeah, people do that,” I said. “If they need a steer, because they can’t handle a bull.”
“Oh, you think I couldn’t handle you?”
“I’m sure you couldn’t handle me.”
“Oh, really?”
“Not all of me?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Notallof you?”
The madder I got, the hotter for her I got. And the hotter for her I got, the calmer and cooler she seemed to be.Oh, goddamnit, I want to teach this girl alesson.I imagined her bent over in one of the stables, that full peach of an ass naked and perfect.
I leaned forward even more and my voice dropped to a low growl. “Why don’t we find out?”
7
Lily
It was the first real...flirting,if that’s even what it was, that I’d done in two years and I’d gotten lost in it. I was angry at him for thinking—assuming—I’d want to fuck him.
Even if I did.
Very, very badly.
But that wasn’t the point. I was mad at him and, at the same time...the way those big hands pressed into the tabletop, his forearms like a couple of tree trunks as he leaned forward; the sight of that big, muscled chest peeking out through the collar of his shirt....
It did something to me. Made me go a little weak on the inside and even spikier on the outside. As if I needed to keep knocking him back so that he couldn’t get close enough to see what he was doing to me. Or, maybe, because I wanted him to get mad enough to just damn well muscle through the spikes and get...insideme.
Did I really just think that?!
And then he suggested wefind outand the realityof my situation rushed up to meet me. What the hell was I doing? I’d had less than half a beer, but I was flushed and panting, the blood pounding in my ears. I felt drunk...drunk on him.
Go home.Go home and get into a hot bath and probably jill off to the thought of him bending me over in some stable somewhere, my ass in the air and—
Stop thinking like that!I prayed that it wasn’t showing on my face. Hopefully, I looked cool and calm. You develop a pretty good poker face, when you’re dealing with arms dealers and drug cartels.
I pushed my chair back and stood up. Immediately, Bull’s hand slapped down on top of mine, covering my much smaller one completely. He stood up, too. When I looked up, he was staring into my eyes. Daring me to stay.
Suddenly, a girl was beside us. She was all movement and energy:look at me!Her long, ash-blonde hair never seemed to stay still. Just as it settled, she’d toss her head or twist and it would start swishing and gleaming all over again. She kept shifting her weight from foot to foot, too, as if she couldn’t bear to be still, and that made her firm little breasts bounce under her strappy top, the tops of them peeking out above the sequins like two perfectly-tanned oranges. “Just leaving?” she asked me.
“Yes,” I said.
“No,” said Bull.
The girl stared at me, then hooked a slender arm around Bull’s neck. She grabbed his cowboy hat and put it on her own head. “I was just wondering,” she told me in a voice that was syrup laced with arsenic, “because I was planning on riding the Bull.”
I just stared at her. I’d known they fawned overhim...butreally?
She gave a little snort of laughter at my expression and looked over my shoulder. I turned to see the mechanical bull.Oh.But when I turned back, the gleam in her eye told me that both meanings were very much intended.