Some might say the color of her eyes was amber. Like Warrick had mentioned. But he was wrong. Her eyes were darker. More lush. More perfect. “I’d be happy to help you with that, if you want.”
A curious smile shaped her lips. “Oh? How would you help me be less uptight?”
He allowed a low laugh to escape. “I’d take you for a long, slow ride.” Fuck. The sudden image of the two of them naked, sweaty, their heated flesh sliding against one another in the rawest of passion, and connected as intimately as two people could be filled his brain in an instant. Where did that come from? Worse, it wouldn’t go away no matter how hard he tried to push it from his mind.
A sudden blush filled her cheeks and with it, a stormy frown.
“I hardly think that having you take me for a long, slow ride is enough to lessen my tension. You’re a very bad boy, aren’t you, Colton Landry?” I love hearing my name on your lips.
“Well, I was talking about horseback riding.” Lie. Lie. Lie. “But if you’d rather ride me, I’m okay with that, too. And I thoroughly disagree. I could lessen your tension right now before any kind of riding lessons took place.”
“Oh?” she asked again. The color staining her cheeks remained bright kerchief red. “How would you manage that?” She glanced at his mouth for a beat or two, and then her gaze lifted to his eyes. Jesus. She was exceptional.
Colton wasn’t usually so brash or bold. Especially not with women he didn’t know very well, but Isabelle Anderson made something inside of him go pop.
He leaned forward before prudence could talk him out of it and pressed his mouth to her beautiful bee-stung lips before he talked himself out of it. She stood stock-still. His hands moved from the split wood railing, touching her face gently. She didn’t move at all to stop him when he pushed his body against hers, so he continued.
Colton licked her bottom lip, and she finally engaged. Her arms wrapped around his waist, she pressed her lips harder against his. The tip of her tongue stroked right inside the slit of his mouth, touching his before retreating. His cock snapped to attention so fast it almost hurt. But he didn’t mind the pain. He ignored the discomfort and continued kissing her. Deeper. Harder. Faster.
Slipping his arms around her back to squeeze her tighter and really kiss her, Colton relaxed into their first embrace. She melted into him, giving herself over to his care.
Like he’d wanted her to from the first moment he met her, this very morning.
Like he’d wanted to from the first moment he saw her, which had been at OWT practicing his cowboy skills well over a month ago. Begging the question, why had he waited so long to engage her? Then he remembered why. Isabelle couldn’t be only a one-night stand.
Damn she tasted so fucking good.
Slanting his mouth over hers languorously, Colton allowed the rest of his body to get into the rhythm of this kiss, too. He tightened the hug, his front pressing deliciously to her lean, yet surprisingly curvy body.
One hand was wrapped around her shoulder, the other slung around her hips. He pulled more firmly into his body with every lip-licking second that went by.
His cock—pressed fully into her belly now—was growing rigid and beginning to pulse in time with his heartbeat. Her amazing scent of filled his lungs. She smelled like sexy woman with a hint of floral perfume.
Meanwhile, their tongues wrapped around each other in a decadent, ancient dance of lust and desire. Their breathing had increased noticeably. He wanted her with a desperation he’d never felt before.
She moaned, driving his lust even higher. He heard the sound of a car speeding on the highway nearby, and it suddenly occurred to him where they were. Out in the open. In front of his ranch house where anyone in the area could find them or see them from the road. Or if one of his ranch hands came to find him for some reason. Maybe. But he couldn’t seem to break from her. He didn’t want so, especially when she started moaning.
It was inevitable that someone might interrupt them, breaking the best kiss he’d experienced in forever. He didn’t expect it to be his horse.
Thunder nudged his shoulder, dislodging her lips from his. “Damn it, Thunder,” he said heatedly. The horse seemed to blow raspberries at him, not caring that he’d disrupted a perfect kiss.
“Your horse is named Thunder?” she asked with a laugh. “He seems more like a Pistol. I hate to be the one to tell you, but your horse has a very goofy personality.”
Thunder took that opportunity to bump her shoulder, promptly making a noise like the two of them were in on a secret he hadn’t been told. His horse was goofy, but not usually with strangers.