9781618857279MakeMineaCowboySullivanNC by Sandy Sullivan Read Free Book Online Page A

arms when
the smell of his cologne reached her nose. Of course, he had to wear her
favorite scent, damn him.
    “It
was a compliment. We’ll have to talk more tomorrow, but for now, let’s get you
settled in your room. Hopefully, you can get a few hours of sleep before the
foal is born.” She bit her lip. “What?”
    “Can
you get into the kitchen?”
    “Sure.
Why?”
    “I’d
love another one of those dessert things we had at dinner.” She smiled hoping
she could persuade him to sneak into the kitchen to swipe one of the decadent
chocolates for her sweet tooth. She had a terrible one, especially right before
bed. Ice cream usually calmed her cravings at home, but here, she needed to
improvise, if only she could get Joel to go along.
    The
warm chuckle coming from his mouth made her smile. She liked his laugh. Hell,
who was she kidding, she liked everything about him from the top of his sexy
cowboy hat to the tip of his cowboy boots—the man had it all. Those lips made
her want to kiss him into tomorrow. His chest made her want to bury herself
against those muscles. She wondered what he’d look like without a shirt. Did he
have chest hair? A lot? A little? She knew he had a six-pack. No cowboy who
looked as good as he did, didn’t have a six-pack, or sex-pack, as she liked to
think about it. He had some of the prettiest blue eyes she’d ever seen on a man,
along with eyelashes any woman would kill for. What would his hands feel like
stroking her skin?   Did he have a sexy
happy trail? God, I want to find out. A heavy sigh escaped her lips.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.
I just had a thought.”
    “Anything
you’d like to share?”
    “Really?
I shouldn’t because it would totally embarrass me.”
    “About
me?”
    Heat
crawled up her neck as she blushed.
    “Ah.
It was about me.”
    “Totally.”
    “Share.”
    “Nope.”
    “Why
not?”
    “Because
you don’t need your ego stroked, I’m sure.”
    “Sure
I do. Stroke me, baby.”
    She
rolled her eyes and smiled.   I know he doesn’t need a bigger head. “All
right. I totally pictured you without a shirt and I wanted to know if you had a
little happy trail like most men with dark hair like yours do.”
    “Oh,
you kinky girl, you.”
    He
laughed. The rich, deep sound sent shivers down her back. Damn, the man could turn me inside out and upside down . She hadn’t
even known him very long. This wasn’t good. How would she feel after being
around him for several days? She hadn’t quite decided how long she planned to
stay at the ranch, but she knew it would be more than a day or two. The
opportunity to have firsthand knowledge of cowboys, how they work, etc. wasn’t
something she wanted to pass up. “So?” she asked, her bravery waning now they
were back at the ranch.
    “Happy
trail, huh? I’ve never heard anything referred to as that before. Explain what
you mean.”
    “You
know. The trail of hair usually linking chest hair to pubic hair.” Her face
flamed with heat. How did one discuss this kind of thing with a man?
    “Oh
that!” He laughed again. The bastard .
“Yes, I have one. Wanna see?” He started unbuttoning his belt buckle as she
shrieked.
    “No!
I mean not here.”
    “I’ll
show it to you any time you want.”
    “You’re
just teasing me now, Joel. It’s not funny.”
    “I’m
not teasing. I’m sure you’ve seen pictures of men nude before or in only
underwear, right?”
    “Well
yes. Some have them and some don’t. I’m curious about you since the hero in my
head is turning out to look a lot like you.”
    “Aw,
how sweet. I’m the hero in your next book?”
    “It
all depends on how the days I’m here at the ranch turn out.”
    “How
do you want them to turn out?” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned.
    “You’re
an impossible flirt.”
    “Yep.”
    “I
bet every mama in this town turns their daughters’ head away from you and your
brothers when you hit Main Street. The whole lot of you are like this, aren’t