Free Cowboy After Dark by Vicki Lewis Thompson

short on guides until recently, but now they’re fully staffed. So I’m on break.”
    “What a coincidence.” She loved the subtle yet confident way he touched her. He instinctively knew the right pressure and rhythm, whether he was lightly caressing her cheek or giving her an orgasm.
    “Coincidence, luck, fate. Take your pick. We both have a week off, so what if we think of it as a long-anticipated adventure, one we’re finally taking the time to enjoy?”
    “How in the world could this week be long-anticipated when we barely know each other?”
    “We know each other better than we did an hour ago.” There was a smile in his voice. “Think of how well acquainted we’ll be in a week.”
    Dear God. The images his comment inspired made her blush. She was glad it was too dark to see.
    “You’re blushing.”
    “You can’t tell that.”
    “Yes, I can. Your cheek just got very warm.”
    “Oh.” It seemed she could hide nothing from this man.
    “Can I take that as a sign that you’re excited about the possibilities?”
    “Yes.” She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes, you can.” Her body hummed with sensual approval of everything he had to offer.
    “I’m glad.”
    “But that still doesn’t magically transform next week into a long-anticipated adventure.”
    “Are you sure about that?” He combed his fingers through her hair and cradled the back of her head. “Don’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about a wild fling with the right guy. No obligations, no promises, just good times.” He drew closer. “Good sex.”
    “Well, okay, I have.” Her blush spread along every inch of her skin. He was about to kiss her, and she couldn’t wait. “I think most women do.”
    “I’m prepared to be that guy.” His mouth settled over hers.
    Melting against him, she allowed herself to believe that he could be her fantasy lover, especially if he had to fill that role just for a week. A week of feeling his knowing hands on her willing body sounded like heaven. And man, he could kiss.
    The hunger in that kiss and the hard length of his cock pressed against her belly reminded her that only she had been satisfied tonight. The heat of his mouth burned away any remaining inhibitions. He hadn’t said what role she would take in the days that followed, but he must have a fantasy woman in mind, too. Sliding her hand down, she stroked the thick, denim-covered ridge.
    He groaned. Breaking away from her mouth, he caught and held her wrist. “Don’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’ll come. That would be embarrassing as hell.”
    “Not if I’m making it happen.”
    His breathing roughened. “I didn’t bring you out here for that.”
    “Will you think less of me if I make you come?”
    “Of course not! But—”
    “Then let me.” Leaning forward, she ran her tongue over his full lower lip.
    “Hope...”
    “Let me.” She drew his lip into her mouth and sucked gently.
    With a low moan of surrender, he relaxed his hold on her wrist. His breath was warm on her mouth. “It seems I’m going to.”
    “Good.” She pushed against the solid wall of his chest. “Lie down and look at the stars.”
    Sighing, he rolled onto his back. “This doesn’t seem heroic.”
    “But I’ll bet it’ll feel really good.” She straddled his thighs and unbuckled his belt.
    “I’m sure it will.”
    “You can’t be sure.” Unfastening the metal button at his waist, she carefully eased down the zipper. “I might be lousy at this.”
    “There’s no such thing.”
    “That’s not logical.” Behind his fly, his gray knit boxers were stretched tight. It was a wonder the seams held up under all that pressure. “Everybody’s bad at something. Maybe I’m bad at giving blow jobs.”
    “Ask any guy. Good technique is a bonus, but it’s so not necessary.” His breath hissed out as she pulled down his boxers and freed his cock.
    Oh, my. She wasn’t going to mention Tom at a moment like this, but Liam had him beat by a country mile. All