Free Rock Star Kisses (Romance on the Ranch Book 6) by Verna Clay

feel how much he wanted her. His hands
cupped her face and then slid to the back of her neck. He lifted his mouth long
enough to whisper her name and then mated her mouth with his tongue, thrusting
in and out in such a way that she sagged against him. This definitely was not a pity kiss.
    His hands roamed her back and then slid to her
waist before cupping her butt cheeks and pulling her against his erection.
    She couldn't even think; all she could do was
feel. She'd wanted to touch him for so long that her hands moved to his face,
his shoulders, his chest, his waist.
    He began walking her backward until she was
against a wide-trunked oak tree and then he was lowering his head to her
breasts. He reached under her T-shirt and put his hands exactly where she
wanted them, and she moaned. He whispered in her ear, "This top has got to
go."
    Her body felt on fire and all she could do was
nod. He gripped the edges of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Rather
than return immediately to her breasts, he placed his mouth in her hair.
"I love your hair, Tessa." He moved his mouth to her dimple. "I
love your dimple, Tessa." He moved his mouth to hers. "I love you,
Tessa."
    She arched into him and said, "I'm about to
burn up, Sean." She felt him grin against her mouth and then he said,
"I know exactly what you mean."

Chapter 15: Prying
     
    Preston drove up to Freckles duplex and hopped
down from his monster truck. He reached for the bag he'd loaded with puppy
formula, vitamins, and a new squeaky toy. Freckles had her front door open
before he shut his truck door. She was holding the puppy he'd hired her to care
for in one arm and feeding him. Preston grinned. "That is one tiny
dog."
    "Yep. Biscuit is no bigger than a biscuit.
Are you sure he doesn't have a tapeworm?"
    "He doesn't have a tapeworm,
Freckles."
    She stepped inside the house and he followed.
    She said, "What goodies did you bring
today. You'd think the dog was your kid the way you spoil him."
    "Yeah? Well, what about you? Every time I
come over you're coddling him."
    "That's what I'm paid to do." As if to
annoy him, she bent and kissed the puppy and cooed a bunch of baby gibberish.
    Preston shook his head. He'd never met a woman
with as sharp a wit or as sharp a tongue as Freckles. He set the sack down and
plopped onto the only chair in her small living room.
    She set Biscuit in his basket. "Did I
invite you to sit, cowboy?" she snarked.
    He studied her expression. "Why do you
dislike cowboys so much?"
    She shrugged. "It became a habit when the
last one left me high and dry and penniless in this hick town."
    "How many have there been?"
    Rather than retort with another snarky remark
like he expected, she grinned and said, "Why, are you interested?"
    Preston sucked a breath. The woman was impossible
to best in a conversation. He frowned and glanced away.
    "Well, that's really uplifting to a woman's
ego. Are you always this uptight? I've heard rumors that your brother is a
blast to be around. What happened to you? Did you fall on your head when you
were born?"
    He looked back at her. "I've got patients
coming in this afternoon. Send me a new bill and I'll pay you in advance
again."
    "So, do you have a girlfriend? Or do I just
scare you?"
    "I'm not afraid of you."
    A grin lit her face. "Then you have a girlfriend?"
    "I didn't say that."
    She tossed her hands in the air. "If you
don't have a girlfriend, and I don't scare you, and you're not gay, are you
saving yourself for that special little lady?"
    Preston felt his ears burn.
    Her eyes widened and she whispered loudly,
"You are! You're saving yourself! OMG, I thought guys like you were a
myth, but I'm honest-to-God staring at a freakin' freak of nature." She
didn't laugh. She just stared at him with those jade eyes.
    Preston had an inclination to storm out of the
house, but suddenly he was gifted with insight. He stood, adjusted his Stetson,
and said, "Yeah. I'm saving myself for someone. I'm the kind of guy you
always