Beware of the Cowboy by Mari Freeman Read Free Book Online Page B

his touch pleased
him greatly.
    “What is it Liza wants out of life?”
    Liza looked back over her shoulder, surprised by the
inquiry. “That’s a hard thing to answer.”
    “Try.” He didn’t ask. His tone commanded her to think on it
and answer.
    She shifted her weight, brushing her ass against his strong
thighs. They both shuddered slightly at the movement. It didn’t help her
concentration. “Well, I want what most people want.” She knew that would not be
enough for him.
    He brushed the back of her neck with those big fingers and
followed the sensation with a light brush of the lips. “But you’re not most
people. Tell me what you want.”
    Liza had to draw in a deep breath to concentrate. Her
thoughts were all spinning around in her head and she was unable to draw a
single thing out. Warm lips then traced the curve of her shoulder. She had to
lean farther into him to steady her knees.
    “Family, children?” he asked, the words a breath on her
skin.
    “To feel safe.”
    Blake froze at the simple three-word response. It touched
him. The pleading in her voice told him things that days of conversation would
never reveal. He knew she had some issues with her past and worked hard to make
sure she was financially independent and strong, but she wanted protection and
love more than money—and he was just the man to provide both.
    He’d fantasized about pushing Liza DeLane’s buttons, but he
hadn’t imagined trust would be the biggest. Not only a need to trust him to be
there for her, but also to trust him to understand her need for control. And he
needed to push a little at that trust. To let her see that if she put herself
in his hands, she’d not only be okay, but there were pleasant rewards for such
trust. It would take time, but he was patient and he had an idea. Wild fillies
were his expertise.
    “I’ll be back in a minute. Get another glass of the bubbly.”
He retreated before she had a chance to argue.
    Liza poured another glass, knowing she shouldn’t. She
shouldn’t be drinking anymore and shouldn’t be putting herself in a position
for disappointment with the unpredictable Blake Dean. Cursing her lack of
willpower over either, she sipped and listened to the echoes of laughter and
music from the party in the distance.
    Liza knew he’d returned when she felt his heat behind her
once again. His arms came around her and his hands gripped the metal of the
balcony railing. “Put the glass down and place your hands on the rail.” His
voice was calm, authoritative and provocative, all driving her senses in
different directions. She giggled in order not to immediately obey his command.
    Blake took the glass from her and set in on the table. He
resumed his position, in effect trapping her against the rail. “I’ll try again.
Take off your clothes.” This time it was whispered against her neck. Liza
quivered at his command and was unable or unwilling to resist. She took her
time unbuttoning her jacket and shirt, before pushing them over her shoulders
and letting them fall to the ground. He stayed still. She reached back and the
skirt button and zipper were undone next. She let them fall to the ground as
well and shoved the pile over to the side with her foot. She stood facing the
yard in nothing but her thigh highs and heels.
    “Put your hands on the rail.” He stood stock-still, not
getting any closer or moving any farther away. The anticipation was a physical
stroke she could feel between her legs. She tentatively put one hand on the
rail to see what his response would be.
    Liza gasped as he leaned close and traced the line of her
jaw with a hot, flat tongue. He hovered at her ear, slow, warm breaths also
sending signals to her increasingly wet pussy. Unable to stand the
anticipation, she placed her other hand on the rail.
    “Hmmm.” He growled and nipped at her ear. He let go of the
railing and reached around her, placing his big hands on her thighs. One after
another, hot, wet kisses trailed