Free Cowboy Love by Sandy Sullivan Page B

desire cooled as he put distance between them and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for things to get that out of control. Make no mistake, you are a very attractive girl, and I'd do it again in a minute."
    Blushing, she dropped her gaze to her feet. Stepping near her, he put his finger under her chin so he could look into her eyes as he asked, "Are you okay?" She nodded as his gaze moved back down to her lips.
Don't to it. If you kiss her again, it will be over and you'll be fucking her in the back of the truck.
    She sighed in what sounded like disappointment as he murmured, "I should probably take you home."
    She stepped back. "Yeah."
    "I'll get the blanket if you grab your shoes."
    * * * *
    Shivering now in the cooling night air and the loss of his body heat, she picked up her shoes and moved around to the passenger side of the truck. Opening the door, he grasped her chin and quickly kissed her on the lips. After she slid into the seat, he gave her that melt-your-heart-in-a-puddle smile, closed the door and walked around to the driver's side.
    Without another word, he started the truck and popped it into gear, pulling out of their parking spot onto the dirt road.
    Afraid to read anything into what happened on the bluff, Amy kept quiet, but snuck a peek at him several times during the ride. It wasn't far from where they had sat overlooking the town back to Chris' parents' house, but the ride seemed to go on forever, then wasn't long enough.
    She didn't want him to leave. She feared she would never see him again once he left her at the door. Insecurity clouded her mind and rose to incredible levels the moment he pulled up to the front of the house. She stared out the window as he shut the truck off. He reached across the expanse between them, brushing his hand against her shoulder and taking a tendril of hair between his fingers. The sensation of having his hand so near, but not really touching, drove her crazy. She was such a sucker for the smallest, intimate touch, always had been, but no one, until now, had brought on this raw hunger in her. She would be totally lost should he decide to rub his fingers around her ear.
That
would be her undoing, no matter what the consequences of her actions might be.
    She turned to look at him across the truck and gave him a tentative smile, wanting to rub her cheek against his hand.
    "When are you going back to Dallas?" The soft whisper of his voice sent shivers down her arms.
    "We have to leave Monday afternoon. We both have to work on Tuesday morning."
"Ah…"
    He didn't move, just stared, watching her and waiting as she craved his touch.
    Taking a deep breath, he pulled his hand back and turned to open his door. Shocked by his retreat, Amy sat stunned. He closed the driver's door and walked around the front of the truck to open hers. Feeling totally confused, she grabbed her purse and climbed out of the opening, moving to the side so he could shut the door behind her. Not sure what to make of his sudden change, she started toward the front of the house with him walking beside her, but not touching.
    As they reached the porch, she moved toward the door and turned right before reaching it, putting her back to the wall.
    "Thanks for supper—" Her words were cut of as he took her mouth with his. Both hands bracketed her head as his lips caressed hers softly.
    When he finally lifted his head, she almost moaned at the loss of contact as he gave her wry smile. "I didn't want you to think I wasn't gonna kiss you good-night."
    "Well, I had begun to wonder." Her lips burned where he touched them.
    "Can I see you tomorrow?" His fingers slid through a small piece of hair that had come loose as his warm breath fanned her face.
    "Um, sure," she whispered in return. "Do you have something specific in mind?"
    His sexy grin returned as his eyes moved over her face and settled on her lips. She held her breath when the words
fuck you until you scream
zinged through her thoughts