Free Hot Blue Velvet by Leanore Elliott Page A

anytime.” He chuckled low. “Although, I was entertained for a few minutes there.”
    Another first for her, a total loss of her footing. She’d never experienced any of this before in her life and she just didn’t know what to do or how to do it.
    Wade pulled her close to where his lips were just touching hers.
    She shook all over as she took a great big gulp of air.
    “Tell me.” The words were nearly said right into her mouth.
    “I—I…” she stuttered like a child.
    He swiped her lip with his warm tongue. “I don’t bite.”
    Flustered, she was getting angry at herself. His mouth being so close made hers water and other parts of her were watering badly. Another new experience. She was wet as hell! Look what a chicken shit you are! For all your life you’ve been braving things no woman ever dared and yet…? Look at you, shaking like a schoolgirl and feeling like a child. “I just wanted to stick around for a while longer.” Her voice was small and barely audible, though she’d meant it to be firm and strong.
    “All you have to do is tell me whatever it is you want and I will do it.”
    A lump formed in her throat.” What—what if…?” She tried again. “What if I don’t know?”
    “I think you know, I think you know exactly.”
    She didn’t know how to tell him; she’d never admitted it to anyone. “I really don’t know.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I’ve never…”
    Wade’s expression changed and he sat up straight. “What?”
    She looked away. “I have been kissed, fondled and such, but I never…”
    “You mean never—like…?” It seemed to be his turn at being at a loss for words.
    Her heart pounded heavily in her chest and in her ears. “I’m a 27-year-old virgin.” The words said out loud seemed to be a weight lifting from her chest and she released a huge breath.
    Wade bit at his lip. “I didn’t realize—I mean…” He scooted back and stood up.
    Her heart seemed to sink in her chest at the stunned expression he wore. “So, now if I tell you exactly what I want?”
    His piercing blue-eyed gaze bored into hers.
    “Will you do it?”

SIX

    Knockin’ Boots

    All dressed up with no place to go…

    Front porch of the Plush Ranch

    B ren stepped out onto the daisy-filled verandah. Her eyes were immediately assaulted with color from the multitudes of different versions of her mama’s favorite flower in every vase and hanging pot. Daises were all over the place. While you looked at them all, there was a feeling like if you really believed it? Everything could come up daisies.
    Shaking her head, Bren had always known her ma had a flair for everything and this ranch was her best creation to date. Sure, at first she’d been shocked at what her mother had done here. Really…a ranch full of studs out to please the plush type woman? Who would’ve thought up such an idea?
    There are all types of men, my dear. But a woman can tell the kind that likes ’em big . Bren tilted her head as she remembered the saying. Really? Well, I never thought Trevor would go for me, all big boned and plenty of curves. She remembered just then what he’d said when he first saw her in the au-naturel. His eyes were burning a hole right through her at the time. ‘ You’re fucking gorgeous, and you turn me on like no other woman I’ve seen!’
    Bren shivered from the memory and tried to get ahold of herself. She needed to get focused on what lie ahead. To get to the ranch and get her cowboy back. All she needed to do now was to thank her mama for the makeover and get into that monster of a truck.
    She looked all around and spotted her to the left of the house, talking to someone in the parking area. She loved to watch Daisy in action; she was always so lively and today was no exception. Always enter a room with pizzazz, shake what ya got and leave while being applauded . Yeah, her mother did that every day. But can I?
    She was taking an awful chance that Trevor would even notice her again