Page 5 of My Cowboy Kiss (Lucky River Cowboys #4)
“I’ll do it.” I need something to keep my hands occupied so I can try to stop thinking about how beautiful you are. So I can stop thinking about good how kissing you felt . “I need you to put some clothes on.”
She looks uncertain for a second then gives up and hurries away.
I can breathe easier now. After I finish cleaning up the broken pieces and dump them in the trashcan, I step outside to wait for her. Seeing her in a skimpy bra and panties set isn’t something I’ll easily forget. Neither will my cock.
I take off my Stetson and hold it in front of me to block the cock viewing from her neighbor who came outside to water a plant by her door. The woman pets her cat, then speaks to me. I think it’s about the weather. I’m sure I respond politely with something that makes sense.
I don’t know for sure because at the same time the woman is talking, Courtney exits her apartment in a pair of shorts framing her curvy ass and a pale yellow t-shirt with the words fun in the sun stretched across her tits.
“There he is. What a good kitty,” Courtney exclaims, bending to rub the cat and giving me a bird’s eye view of her ass.
If she backs up a step, maybe two, she’s going to be bent over right in front of my cock. My brain takes that thought and spins it into hot, dirty images.
Turning my back to her, I slap my Stetson on and start walking toward the parking lot. “We don’t want to be late,” I say over my shoulder. Normally I’d wait for her to finish a conversation but with the way my cock is growing if I keep standing there, it’s going to get awkward.
I get in the truck and roll down the window to let the hot air out.
Hot days were never my favorite until I saw Courtney in a pair of shorts and a shirt that bared her stomach.
There were many summer nights where she and I were sitting on the tailgate of my truck talking and I wanted to tell her how I feel about her.
Would she have laughed it off? Would I have made her uncomfortable? Sometimes I wish I had said something. I think it would be better than living with today’s fear that if I can’t get her to see me in a new light, then some other guy might come along and steal her heart while mine breaks.
Courtney joins me a minute later and my what-ifs are put on the back burner. How is it that she gets prettier with every passing minute?
She shoots me a glance. “Are you sure you’re up for us doing this?”
“Positive. The archery range is usually crowded around this time because it’s where the club meets. Word will travel fast that we were together on a date. That’ll get your boss off your back.”
“That’s not why I’m asking. You look flushed.” She leans closer to my face, searching it intently.
My heart drums wildly.
With a frown, she puts a hand on my forehead. “Were you in the heat too long? Putting in too many hours at the ranch? Or is something else going on?”
She lowers her hand, looking worried.
“Nothing’s going on.” And the only time I heat up is when I look at your curves. She’s looking at me expectantly making me feel like I need to say something. “I guess I’ve been extra busy lately. We’re all trying to bring in more money to get the ranch back on its feet, that’s all.”
She winces. “I’m sorry about that.”
“Why are you sorry?” I look at her as I back up the truck.
“I just am.” Her voice cracks a little on the last word.
“You didn’t know anything about the former manager or what he did. It’s not your fault he was a thief.”
“Um…it’s hot.” She reaches to adjust the air, tilting the vent to blow on her face. Her hair stirs, creating a few wayward strands and wafting the scent of her shampoo my way.
I grip the steering wheel tighter. I can’t deny that I’ve wondered more often than I should how her hair would feel with my hands in it. How soft would it be while I held her head still and played a lover’s song on her body with mine?
“Almost there,” I say as she adjusts the vent again.
“Be prepared to help me with this,” she says, gesturing to the archery sign as I pull onto the dirt road leading to the range.
“Don’t worry, I will.”
She grins at me, her eyes suddenly full of teasing. “I’ve been too humiliated to show my face around town after that forum post but that’s nothing compared to you facing the humiliation of coming back here.”
“One, it was years ago. Two, even if she still works here, she’s probably forgotten all about it now.”
“You referred to Tilly Hopkins as Titsy Hopkins to her face when she leaned over the counter to give you your change.” Courtney laughs like she’s remembering me telling her about that hot summer day. That was right after I’d realized Courtney had tits and that was what was burned into my brain.
“I wasn’t thinking about Tilly’s tits.” I know I sound defensive, but I wasn’t. And in hindsight, I wish I hadn’t shared that moment with Courtney, but I tend to tell her everything. Almost everything. I haven’t said a word to her about how I feel.
“Really?” She asks, interrupting my thoughts as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Then whose tits were you thinking about?”
I can’t tell her I was thinking about her tits but hers are the only ones I’ve ever thought about. The only ones I ever wanted to touch.
She laughs and it’s a weird sound. “You don’t have to tell me who the girl was.” Then she opens the door and gets out, striding toward the building like it doesn’t matter to her if I had another woman’s tits in mind but I get the feeling it does matter to her.