Courting Her Rebel: (Taken by Cowboys: Part 2) A Billionaire Western Romance by A.L. Loire Read Free Book Online Page A

myself.”
    “How about now?” she asked.
    “Now . . .” He trailed off. “Now I’m different. At least, I think I am. I’ve changed a lot since coming out here. I’ve really had to think about my values and what I want in life. I want a partner, someone to share things with. Sort of like the things I shared with you today.”
    Her heart stumbled a little in its regular rhythm. “I’m a pretty hopeless cowgirl, aren’t I?” she asked nervously.
    He laughed gently. “With a little practice, you’ll be as fine as any.” His hand snagged on her bra as he used the foot of his hand to work out a kink in her mid-back. “May I?” he asked softly.
    She was well aware that this was heading to dangerous territory—but she couldn’t tell him to stop. She was putty in his hands in more ways than one. “Okay,” she heard herself whisper.
    He unhooked her bra and left each side it where it fell, continuing to work out the kink. She moaned as she felt the strain melt away. Her whole back felt like it was made of butter.
    “You have such smooth skin,” he said, running his fingertips up her back. “Like velvet.” He dripped them down again, skirting the waist of her jeans and sending her insides aquiver.
    She could hear the desire deep inside her calling out for him, drowning out the voice that was saying, No, don’t do it, get up and walk out of here right now. That voice of reason was getting softer and softer. But what about Spencer? it asked, the proverbial angel perched on her shoulder. She felt a knot in the pit of her stomach. Spencer had said he wanted to be with her, and she had said she wanted the same—but he also said that he didn’t want to hold her back. And now she had spent the day with Nate, talking, flirting, and being touched by his seductive hands. Should she tell him that Spencer was her lover before this went any farther?
    “Nate,” she began. “I really need to tell you something—”
    “Shh,” he hushed her, pausing his massage. “Please. I’m enjoying this moment with you too much.”
    He went back to rubbing her muscles lightly with the tips of his fingers. He swept her long hair from her back and began making small circles with his fingers in her scalp. “You have such beautiful dark hair,” he said. “I’ve never seen a mane quite like it.”
    Jess’s hair had always been a point of personal pride. It was long and lustrous, with a wave that turned into loose curls at the ends. One of the girls in the office had once asked if it was fake.
    “Thanks,” she said faintly. “You sure know what you’re doing with your hands.”
    “I told you so,” he said. He ran a hand ever so lightly down her side, his fingers grazing the side of her breast. A moan escaped her lips. All of her defenses were lowering, like the walls of a city falling to an enemy with far superior strength, except she knew her surrender was willing. Her desire was on its knees, begging to be taken. Spencer had aroused her to the breaking point that morning, and she hadn’t quite calmed down since. With Nate teasing her the way he was now, she felt herself quickly losing all semblance of control.
    “Your whole body is amazing,” he said, running a finger down her spine and over the curve of her butt. “You look like you’ve walked right out of a classical painting.”
    “You’ve only seen the back of it,” she heard herself say. Her heart was pounding.
    His finger paused. There was a moment of fraught silence. “I’d like to see all of it.”
    Slowly, she turned onto her side, propping her head up on her hand so she was facing Nate where he stood at the side of the massage table. Her long dark hair tumbled over her bare shoulders.
    Nate took a few steps back. He drew in his breath, then let it out with a slow whistle. Something about his gaze—the way he didn’t try to hide his stare, or his admiration—had taken all of her usual shyness out of her. She stared boldly back.
    Out of the corner of