Free Cowboy Redemption (Down Under Cowboy Book 6) by Kasey Millstead

me, and my brows crinkle.  Who could that be?   Glancing at my watch as I move to the door, I see it is just after eight. 
    “Hey, Kye,” I say with a weary smile, opening the door.
    “Hey, darlin’.  Hope I’m not interrupting you?”
    “No, of course not.  Come on in.”  I step out of the way and let him in before closing the door again.
    “Thought you might wanna watch a movie with me.”  He holds up a DVD in one hand and a bag of snack food in the other.
    “Sounds good to me.  What movie?”  I ask, taking the DVD from him to read the back.  “Pitch Perfect?”  I grin, my brows climbing.
    “The boys told me it was a good laugh,” he explains.
    “Never pegged you for a chick flick lover,” I tease.
    “It’s not a chick flick,” he rebuffs.  “It’s a comedy.”
    I burst out laughing and he chuckles along. 
    “Come on then.  Let’s put it on.”  I insert the disc and then turn to catch him out perving on my arse.
    “What?”  He shrugs, giving me an easy grin.
    I sigh, shaking my head, but smiling.  “Want a drink?”
    “Sounds good.” 
    I move into the kitchen and grab two cans of Diet Coke from the fridge before returning.  On my small round coffee table, he has arranged the food.  A bag of Peanut M&M’s, a packet of chips and a block of chocolate all sit opened and ready for consumption.
    “Here you go,” I say, handing him his drink.  I take a few M&M’s before sitting down next to him and hitting play on the remote.
    I curl my feet under me and settle in to watch the movie.  Before I even realize it, my eyelids begin to flutter shut and during my state of unconsciousness, my head somehow manages to droop down to rest on Kye’s shoulder.  Of course, I don’t know any of this until he wakes me by accident as he is trying to slide out from under me.
    “Oh god,” I mutter, my cheeks heating in mortification.
    “Sorry, darlin’.  Didn’t mean to wake you.”
    “I fell asleep,” I groan.  “On your shoulder.”  I hope I didn’t drool.  “I’m the one who should be apologising.”
    “Nah, I should be thanking you.”  He gives me a cheeky grin.  “Loved having you cuddled up beside me, nestling in and making those husky sex noises.”
    “I do not make sex noises!”
    “You so do,” he says through a laugh.
    “A gentleman would never speak about it,” I chide.
    “Aww, darlin’.”  His face softens and he moves over to me, wrapping me in his arms.  Kissing my temple tenderly, he whispers in my ear.  “Just joking… but I sure wouldn’t be mad if I ever heard those sounds coming from your sweet lips.”
    My breath hitches and I smile into his chest.  He smells so good. His lips make contact with my face again, this time just below the spot he last kissed.  My head tilts up, ever so slightly.  The next comes a little lower.  My heart thuds in my chest with anticipation.  He pecks the apple of my cheek.  I lift my chin again.  His lips meet the corner of my mouth and I exhale roughly.  The aroma of seduction intoxicates me. 
    Finally.
    Finally.
    His lips touch mine.  Soft, yet firm, he controls my body with a simple touch.  He tastes sweet from the M&M’s, yet salty from the chips.  The perfect combination.  I can’t get enough. 
    My hands make their way around his waist and up his muscled back until I reach his solid shoulders.  I hold on, never wanting to let go, but wishing my arms were longer so I could reach up and thread my fingers through his hair.  He holds me tight, crushing my body against his as he tenderly owns my mouth.  His hands rest just above my arse and I find myself wishing he would let them travel down further to grip the flesh of my backside.  He doesn’t though.  Maintaining complete composure and total control, his fingers never wander lower.  Occasionally they dig into my waist as our kiss intensifies, but he never takes it further.
    When he pulls back, I am panting.  My nipples are hard, my