Daddy in Cowboy Boots (Montana Daddies #9) - Laylah Roberts Page 0,32
is very minor to what I was imagining when I saw you carrying her.”
Rosalind gave him an admiring glance, her gaze eating him up. Marisol clenched her teeth together in reaction. She didn’t like Rosalind staring at him that way. Having a fiancé didn’t seem to stop her from sleeping around.
“You must be very strong to carry Marisol. She’s no lightweight. Why don’t you put her down, I’m sure she can walk the rest of the way. I’ll pour you a drink. You look like a scotch drinker.”
“Actually, I’m going to carry Marisol up to her room and make sure she has everything she needs. Then I have to get going.”
Rosalind sniffed, her face turning dark at the rejection. “Suit yourself. Try not to track dirt through my house.” She sneered at him. “I don’t want to be cleaning up after you.”
Like she did any cleaning anyway. Wisely, Marisol didn’t say anything. Linc dodged around her aunt and carried her up the stairs.
“My room is just down here.” She pointed to the far end of the hallway.
He carried her to the closed door that she pointed to, shuffling her weight around as he opened the door. She wondered what he thought of her room as he looked around. It was pretty bare. A double bed and closet. A small bookcase. Luckily her snuggly and Princess Nana were hidden away. She didn’t like leaving them out when she wasn’t home.
“I expected more books,” Linc teased. He set her on the bed and grabbed a pillow, waiting for her to get comfy before he set the pillow under her foot.
“We move around a lot so it’s not easy to bring piles of books with us. I had an eReader, but it broke so I’m back to paperbacks. Which is fine. I like reading from actual books too.”
Stop talking about reading, you’re probably boring him to tears.
But when she looked up at him, all she could see on his face was warm concern. “What can I get you? Water? Snacks?”
“I’ve got some water here.” She picked up the bottle of water she normally always kept on her nightstand. “And I have a couple of snacks in my bag.” She set her bag down on the floor next to the bed.
“Will your aunt bring you up some dinner?”
Drat. How to answer that without lying?
“Never mind, I can tell by the look on your face that she won’t. I should have just taken you with me to my place.” He ran his hand through his hair, looking worried.
“I’ll be fine, really. I’m sure the swelling will have gone down by dinnertime anyway.”
He shook his head.
“Linc, I’ll be fine. I promise.”
“I don’t like leaving you.”
“I know. Thank you for caring.”
He gave her a surprised look. “Of course I care. What time do you usually have dinner?”
“Around six.”
“Fine. I’m going to text you at five-thirty to make sure the swelling has gone down. If it hasn’t, I’ll find a way to get some dinner to you. All right?”
She wasn’t sure how he’d do that, but she nodded anyway.
“I can do that. I’ll be fine. Thanks for the picnic. Sorry about all of this.”
Sitting on the bed facing her, he leaned in and cupped the side of her face. Then to her shock, he brushed his lips against hers. Once. Twice. Small, soft brushes of his lips. But she felt his touch all the way down in her pussy. She pressed her legs together with a small moan as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers, teasing her.
When he drew back, her breath was coming faster and his eyes looked heavy with lust.
“It was my pleasure,” he told her. He brushed some hair behind her ear. “As I was trying to say earlier, I like you, Marisol. I know you said that things were complicated, but I want to do what I can to simplify them.”
She opened her mouth and he placed a finger on her lips. “Just think about it, okay? With Clint away on his honeymoon, this is likely my last day off for a couple of weeks. So just take this time to think things over. I’m still going to be texting and calling. But just know, I want to take this further. I want you.”
“Really?” When had anyone wanted her?
“Really. Think on it. And remember, I’m texting you at five-thirty. Make sure you answer, or I’ll be back here checking on you. And you’ll be in trouble.”