Free Twisted Up by Lissa Matthews Page B

heart as she looked over at him. She hadn’t heard him coming, hadn’t heard… Her gaze immediately began to drink him in. Damn, he looked good all dirty and sweaty in faded jeans that looked about worn through in all the right places and a dark blue T-shirt with faded writing on the front. A tan cowboy hat was plastered to his head and his brown boots were scuffed with dirt and scrapes and well worn. He was every inch a cowboy. He was every inch her cowboy. The reality of that hit her square in the stomach. “What about bunny slippers?”
    “Nah, we’ll save those. You like to wear those when we fuck.”
    His outright crudeness should have probably shocked her, but it didn’t. “Yeah, okay. Plus, I don’t want to get them dirty.”
    “No more than they already are after last night. Probably made the poor bunnies blush.”
    “Eh.” She shrugged. “They’re bunnies. They’re used to such things.”
    He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her against him.. “They better not have seen any action before us last night.”
    The look in his eyes wasn’t a happy, teasing look. Jealousy? It never occurred to her that Justin would ever be jealous of her or that he would think she would have been with someone else all these months. She’d been asked out, but she’d always said noShould she date others? Should she play the field a bit? Maybe it wasn’t just Justin who could make her feel the things he did.
    As she stood against him, with his arms holding her tight and imprisoned against his body… No, no one else would be able to do for her what he did, and she didn’t want to date a bunch of guys in search of something she already had.
    “No. No one else has seen me naked with bunny slippers. No one else has had sex with me while I wore my bunny slippers. Only you.”
    “Good. I might not be too sure about the kinkiness of bunny slippers and sex, but I sure don’t want anyone else seeing how sexy and cute you are wearing them when you’re naked and wet and have your legs spread wide.”
    He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, tipping the hat off his head in the process. She caught it before it dropped farther down and placed it on her own head. He smelled like the outdoors—grass, dirt, horses. The ends of his hair dripped sweat and his neck was streaked with dirt, but she didn’t care. She slid her hands under his T-shirt, flicked his nipples with her fingers and was rewarded with a bite to her earlobe before sliding her hands around to his back and down to the waistband of his jeans.
    He was lean, his body honed from hard work and manual labor, not built in a gym. She’d always liked that about him—that he didn’t work behind a desk. It wasn’t that she had anything against men in offices; she just liked the blue-collar men, the ones who had physical jobs best. She felt safe with men like that. She felt they could take care of her physically, take care of her if something went wrong and she was in need.
    She also realized that that probably sounded silly, but men like Justin with jobs and hobbies such as he had turned her on.
    “What’re you thinkin’?”
    “Huh?” she uttered against his throat.
    “Your breathing has gotten all hot and heavy.”
    “Uh-huh.” She nodded and licked a trail up from his Adam’s apple to his chin.
    “You’re playin’ with fire, baby.” But he slid his hand up into her ponytail just the same.
    “You started it.” Ella stood on tiptoes and continued licking her way up his chin until she could reach his mouth. He met her in a swirl of tongues. His jeans were loose enough she could slide her hands down inside the back of them to grab and squeeze his ass. His—“You’re not wearing any underwear,” she whispered against his mouth, continuing to kiss and nibble on his lips.
    “Nope,” he whispered back, allowing her all the freedom she wanted to explore him.
    “Naughty boy.”
    “You should know.”
    “Well,” she said as she slid her hands around to the