Free One Stubborn Cowboy by Barbara McMahon

feel that cold tongue dance with his, have his heat warm her, have his lips press against her cool ones and heat them up. She'd taste of chocolate and woman and her own unique flavor. He couldn't look away. The sensations in his body clamored for release. Clamored for her!
    She licked the scoops into a tower shape, and Kit watched fascinated as she took that into her mouth, withdrawing some of it, her lips closed over it as it slowly slid from her heat.
    He almost groaned with the desire that swept through him. He had it bad if he thought eating an ice cream was erotic. But all he could think of when she moved her tongue and mouth was how it would feel against him. If she would lick him like that tower in her cone, if she would put her mouth...
    He threw his ice cream from the window, heard it land with a soft plop on the grassy verge.
    "What's wrong?" Kelly asked, surprise in her voice.
    "Nothing." Nothing he could tell her, for heaven's sake. "I didn't want it after all." He kept his eyes straight ahead. His hands reached for the steering wheel and he held it in a tight grip. He hadn't felt like this in over two years. With a sense of shock he realized he'd thought he'd never feel like this again. Not after the accident. Not after what Althea had made perfectly clear.
    But he did. He wanted Kelly Adams in the most primitive, carnal way. He wanted to feel her hands against his skin, her hot mouth on him, her tongue mating with his, then moving against his skin. He wanted the same erotic licking on his skin she was doing with that damned ice cream.
    He closed his eyes in frustration. Wouldn't she laugh if she ever suspected! Or would she be embarrassed and try to say something to let him down easily? She was kind. Her help at the dance showed him that. He sighed.
    "What did you want to talk to me about?" she asked, her teeth crunching into the crisp cone. He turned back, watching her nibble at the cone, his jeans so tight he was in pain. He shifted slightly away from her, praying she wouldn't notice his arousal. Two years ago he'd have made some smart remark and drawn her attention to how she made him feel. Not now. Why, a girl like Kelly could have anybody. The last thing she'd want was a cripple making a play for her.
    He gazed at the shrubs and trees that offered scant shade, desperately trying to ignore her tongue's forays on the ice cream.
    "I called Will Smith about the black pony. He told me where he's grazing. If you want to go see him, I can take you tomorrow."
    "Great, I sure would. Thanks a lot. I have the sketches I did of Popo, but the expression on the black pony's face seemed so sad. I'd love to see him up close."
    Was that the writer in her, seeing an expression on a pony's face? Damn, it was just a black pony. Probably bored to tears waiting for the Smiths' grandbaby to grow up. But instead of disgust at her sentimentality, Kit found himself hoping the damned pony still looked sad tomorrow so she wouldn't be disappointed.
    "What time can we go?"
    "I'll pick you up late morning," he said, wondering now if it was a good idea. He'd be smarter to stay as far from her as he could. He couldn't afford to get tangled up with any woman. Althea had put his heart through a wringer. He couldn't risk that happening a second time. And just being around Kelly had him more aware of her subtle femininity than anyone in the past dozen years.
    "Can we have a picnic? I'll bring the food?" she asked, finishing the last of her cone and wiping her hands and mouth on her napkin.
    Kit turned his head to watch her, unable to help himself. Holding the wheel tightly so he didn't reach over to grab her, he watched as the napkin wiped off the lingering traces of ice cream. He'd like to lick the stickiness from around her lips, feel the softness of her skin against him. Then plunge into her cool mouth and heat it with the fire that raged through him. She was driving him crazy and she didn't even have a clue.
    "Yeah, we can have a picnic."