A Real Cowboy Never Walks Away (Wyoming Rebels Book 4) by Stephanie Rowe Read Free Book Online Page A

own. The pie. Sweating over a hot grill. And...you. All of it."
    She nodded. "Back at ya, big guy."
    He kissed the top of her head, then forced himself to step back. "I need to let you get some sleep." He grabbed his hat and coat off the hook. "If I don't leave, I'm never going to."
    Longing flickered in her eyes, but so did fear. "Then you better go."
    "Yeah." He set his hat on his head, hesitating, unsure what he wanted to say. "Lissa—"
    "You need to go," she said softly. "It can't be more than this, and it doesn't need to be. It was perfection exactly how it was."
    He grinned, but the smile didn't reach his heart. Now that he was leaving, the familiar vise was settling around his chest again. "It was perfect," he agreed. He tipped his hat to her. "If you ever need anything—"
    "I'll be fine." She slid off the counter, her sneakers almost silent as she landed. "Bye, Travis."
    Bye ? How trivial and shallow that felt, given what had happened tonight. But what else was there to say? "Yeah, so..." He suddenly reached out, snagged her wrist, and pulled her toward him. She fell into him as he kissed her, a deep, demanding kiss that poured heat through him.
    Lissa sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, her body pressed into him, kissing him just as fiercely as he was kissing her. Unlike their earlier kiss, there was a desperation to this one, as if they were both fighting to make the most of it, to burn it into their psyches so they could recall it at will when the bleak reality of their lives rained down on them.
    His cock rose fast and hard, and primal lust seared through him. He wanted to make her his, to carve a place in his soul for her so he would always have a piece of her with him, no matter how much darkness was haunting him. He tunneled his fingers in her hair, angling her head as he deepened the kiss. Their tongues met with frantic desperation, their bodies so tight against each other that heat seamed to burn through his clothes.
    He wanted more of her. He wanted to touch each part of her body, to find out what she liked, what put her over the edge. He wanted to be intimate with her on every level possible, physically, sexually, emotionally, spiritually. He wanted to write a song for her, a song that would immortalize this moment, this—
    He stopped suddenly, shocked by his thoughts. He wanted to write a song for her? He hadn't wanted to write a song in years.
    Lissa pulled back, searching his face. "What's wrong?"
    "Nothing." He grinned and smoothed her hair back from her face. "You touch my soul in a way nothing else has in a very long time. It feels good."
    She smiled. "I know what you mean."
    He kissed her again, lightly this time, before he pulled back. "If I keep kissing you, I'm going to throw you over my shoulder, cart you upstairs, and ravage you until we both die of exhaustion, so I gotta stop."
    Her cheeks turned pink, and she rested her hands on his chest. "That almost sounds like a good way to go."
    "Almost? Hell, woman, it's the only way to go." Unable to resist, he kissed her again, this time a long, sensual kiss that promised an endless night of seduction, the kind of night he'd never had, but suddenly wanted.
    Lissa's fingers curved into his shirt, gripping the soft cotton, as she kissed him back. He didn't dare move his hands from her hair, knowing that his control was already at the farthest edge. As much as he wanted to rip her clothes off, he didn't want the night to be cheapened by a one-night stand.
    He wanted the night to be exactly as it was, held on the peak of what could have been, so that both of them could live in the magic of it forever.
    After an eternity of kissing, he finally pulled back. He rested his forehead against hers, both of them breathing heavily. "I don't want to leave," he whispered.
    "I want this moment to last forever," she said softly, her fingers still tangled in his shirt. "Exactly like this."
    "I know. Me, too."
    They fell silent, breathing in the moment, the