Bullwhipped (A Cowboy Romance) by Danica Chandler Read Free Book Online

it sink in. Her stoic expression didn’t fade. She stood strong, but there was a small hint of emotion and he could tell by the change in her posture that he was getting to her. “But here I stand, practically begging you to go to dinner with me. Only dinner. I’ve asked you several times. Now it’s time you come up with a fresh answer.”
    Olivia hesitated as she brushed the hair out of her face again. Looking down at the ground, her chest rose and fell as they stood in silence – only the roar of the wind could be heard around them.
    “Where do you want to go eat?” she asked.
    Cale felt his stomach flutter. This woman was turning out to be his kryptonite. Desperately trying to hide it, he asked, “You like pizza?”
    ***
    What in the hell was she thinking? Olivia was terrified. Not of Cale himself, but of her fading willpower over the man. Her best bet to not allow another night of sex with him happen was to completely stay away from him, and here she was, sitting across from him at a restaurant. He was so freaking handsome. The way his dark hair curled out from under the brim of his baseball cap made her want to run her fingers through the soft locks, much like when his head was between her thighs, working wonders with his tongue. And his lips - so soft, so plump, and she’d never forget how they tasted.
    Holy crap , she couldn’t have thoughts like that, especially since she had made him swear that this would go no farther than pizza. How would he take it if she wanted to have a repeat of their rendezvous?
    “What do you want on your pizza?” Cale asked as he skimmed over the menu. Even that simple act was a turn on. The man could read a damn phone book and Olivia would be a puddle of goo on the floor.
    “I’m not picky. Just no anchovies.” Thank goodness he couldn’t read her mind or they’d both be in trouble.
    “Pepperoni sound good?”
    Nodding, she sipped on her Coke. “Sounds good to me.”
    He put in the order and took a long pull off of his beer. “Thanks for coming out with me.”
    “I had you pegged for going out with your buddies. This town is full of bars, and here you are at a pizza place with me.”
    Shrugging, he smiled, his white teeth perfect. Olivia thought about the way he nipped at her with those perfect teeth, the small bouts of pain so pleasurable.
    “Bar hopping isn’t all what it’s cracked up to be, especially when the person I’m at the pizza place with is as beautiful as you are.” Looking up, his green eyes were bright under thick, dark eyelashes. “Besides, I told you I’m trying to change. Gotta defy all of the gossip that seems to go around.” He flashed a pained expression, and Olivia felt bad. Who would’ve thought a man would be hurt over assumptions about his promiscuous sex life?
    “I wouldn’t say you’re the brunt of everyone’s conversations, Cale. I’ve just heard things here and there.”
    “Enough that I’ve scared the shit out of you.”
    “That doesn’t matter. I’m here with you tonight.”
    Leaning back in the booth, he stretched his legs out and his boot made contact with hers. There was an instant connection, and Olivia felt the heat between them. She wondered if he felt what she had, or if it was just her lustful thoughts clouding any form of good judgment she once possessed.
    “Enough about that,” Cale said, clearing a spot as the waitress brought them their pizza. “How long you been barrel racing?” He slid her a cheesy slice and her mouth watered.
    “Gosh, since I was old enough to ride horses, I guess. My parents asked if I wanted to do it and the rest is history. What about you? By the way you handled that bull today, I bet you’ve been doing it since you were little too.”
    Cale dished him up a couple of slices and took a bite. Chewing, he thought about her question. “Been around rodeo my whole life. Started with mutton busting, moved up to bronc riding, and when I got in high school the bull riding bug bit me.” He