True-Blue Cowboy - Vicki Lewis Thompson Page 0,46
of chips in the other. “Should I pretend I didn’t hear that?”
“I’m going back over to Eva’s.” Nick put on his hat, pocketed his keys and picked up his phone. “We… we’re getting along well.”
“I’m glad it’s working out.”
“I’ll be here to help you with breakfast, though.”
“I can handle that,” Rafe said. “I’m capable of chopping things. That’ll give you a little more time.”
“Thanks.” He touched two fingers to the brim of his hat and headed out the door. It was decent of Rafe to make that offer. He was thoughtful that way. Damned shame it wasn’t working out with Kate.
Sadness about Rafe and Kate stuck with him until he started his truck and Tim McGraw’s I Like It I Love It blasted from the speakers. Tough to stay sad when that song came on, especially when he was on his way to Eva’s house.
Maybe he should text her and let her know he was leaving the bunkhouse. Yeah, excellent idea, if he had her number.
How had he managed to spend all this time with her and not get her digits? She didn’t have his, either. He’d fix that situation the minute he got there.
The drive didn’t take long, possibly because he was pushing the speed limit the whole way. His body hummed with excitement as he switched off the ignition, hopped out of the truck and rounded the hood.
Oh, wait. His phone. He needed to get her number. He turned to go back for it when she called his name.
She stood on the porch wearing silky-looking shorts and a white stretchy tank top. Her feet were bare. Judging from the outline of her nipples under the tank top, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Desire sucker-punched him in the gut. He’d get the phone later. Heart pounding, he lengthened his stride on his way to the porch and took the steps in two bounds. “Need to make sure I get your phone number while I’m here.”
“I’ll be happy to give it to you.” She grabbed him by the belt and tugged him inside. “Right after we take care of some urgent business.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Eva’s Plan A involved inviting Nick up to her bedroom. Looked like they wouldn’t make it that far. Cupping her bottom in both hands, he lifted her off the floor as he rained kisses on her face and throat and cleavage.
She clung to him, cinched her legs around his hips and pressed the damp seam of her shorts against the bulge of his fly. Head thrown back and hands clutching his broad shoulders, she reveled in the eager press of his mouth, the hungry nip of his teeth.
He carried her deeper into the house, losing his hat along the way, bypassing the stairs. They’d be going with Plan B, the nearest available surface. Sinking to his knees on the living room rug, he sat back on his heels, balanced her on his lap and yanked off his shirt. Hers was next.
More hot kisses followed as he pressed her down to the velvety surface of the rug and divested her of her shorts. When he lifted his head, his hot glance scorched her from head to toe. He quickly unbuckled his belt, unfastened his jeans and shoved them, along with his briefs, down to his knees.
Longing gripped her in a tight fist. Oh, yeah.
He didn’t bother taking off his jeans and boots. Instead he rolled on the condom he’d pulled out of his pocket, his gaze holding hers, his breathing ragged.
She could barely breathe at all. And how she ached. “Hurry.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Moving between her parted thighs he balanced on his forearms, probed once and thrust deep.
Intense. She sucked in a breath.
“Eva?” He started to draw back.
She clutched his glutes and held him fast. “Don’t you dare.”
His eyes darkened until they were almost black. “You’re okay?” He eased back in.
She gulped as her muscles tightened around his sizable girth. “Very okay. Super okay. You?”
His voice roughened. “Never better.” He settled in deeper. “Want me to move a little?”
“I want you to move a lot.” She loosened her grip on his firm backside but didn’t let go.
“Alrighty, then.” His gaze locked with hers and he began to stroke, taking it deliciously slow, then faster, then lazy and almost relaxed. Almost. There was nothing relaxed about the fire in his eyes.
And nothing relaxed about the fire racing through her veins, the blaze that would soon rage out of control within her flushed and restless body. Steady friction drew her closer and closer