Free Texas Bossa Nova (Texas Montgomery Mavericks Book 5) by Cynthia D’Alba

didn’t want to release the treasure they held.
    Surprisingly, she didn’t push him away or try to step from his grasp. Her gaze rose until it met his. Her green eyes reflected the confusion he felt. They stood frozen, staring into each other’s faces. Reno lifted his hand and, using his thumb, wiped the sleet off her lips. For a second, he felt her press her cheek into his hand, but then it was gone.
    She stepped back. “Okay, then,” she said, huffing out a breath. “Got us some firewood for a while.”
    “I’ll park the truck. Why don’t you go ahead and get warm?”
    “Going.” Whipping around on her heel, she marched around the corner of the house. He heard the front door slam after she let herself inside.
    Nope. This was not going to work at all.

Chapter Seven
    Magda took a moment to lean against the front door. She’d been so close to rising to her toes and kissing Reno. Of course, he wouldn’t have pushed her away. He was a Montgomery. They took what they wanted, and she was sure he’d enjoy a nice roll in the sack with her.
    God. Her mind flashed back to May and the Montgomery Memorial Day party. They’d snuck off behind the barn to a grove of shade trees and hedges. He’d pushed her against a tree. Sucked her breasts like a starving man. Jerked her shorts and panties down and off her. Wrapped her leg around his waist as he’d driven into her.
    Each thrust had been hard and fast, slamming her into the bark at her back. Each stroke had been accompanied with his groan of pleasure. The memory of his eyes flashing to hot and wild as he took her made her wet even now. And then there was the way the sweat that collected in the dip right above his ass cheeks felt when she stroked down his back to his firm and luscious butt.
    She shivered, but not from the cold. In fact, the heat between her thighs was downright scorching.
    A hot shower seemed to be what she needed right now, although a cold one might do better at addressing her out-of-control libido. She pushed off the door and headed toward her bath. Hot shower won the argument.
    If only she had a handheld shower massager, she could take care of her hot areas and her cold areas at the same time.
    Like the chicken she was, she hid out in her bedroom the rest of the evening. She had her own television in there. And a comfortable bed. And a chair. And all her books, so it wasn’t as though staying in her room was a punishment of any sort. And it was easier than confronting and restraining her lust.
    Yeah, she was a chicken shit.
    Something jarred her awake. She looked at the clock. Two a.m. She jumped when a fist pounded on her door.
    “Magda.” It was Reno’s voice.
    “I’m up. Come in.” She sat up in bed and pulled the covers up over her breasts, although she didn’t know why. The man had seen all she had to offer. Hell, he’d seen and tasted every inch of her body.
    The door swung open. Dressed in jeans, a shirt and boots, he looked ready for work, if the boots had been his work boots rather than his nice ones.
    “What’s up?” She looked at the clock again to see if maybe she’d misread the time and had overslept. Anyone who knew her well knew that she wasn’t really a morning person. It’d been one of the stressors of this job. The other stood directly in front of her.
    “The hospital just called. Darren’s had an accident.”
    Magda pushed the covers off and leapt from the bed. “How bad is he?”
    “Don’t know. The nurse wouldn’t tell me much over the phone except I needed to come.”
    “Give me five minutes. I’m going with you.”
    His mouth opened as though he were going to object, but in the end, he nodded and left. Less than five minutes later, Magda hurried from her room. Reno stood at the back door, hat in hand, boot tip tapping. The minute he saw her, he threw open the door and headed for his truck with Magda close on his heels.
    Luckily, the temperatures had drifted up to a pleasant thirty-seven, so the roads were wet