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

her eye she took in the soft glow of the candles flickering on the windowsills. The next thing she was aware of was Nate closing the distance between them. He reached his hand out to her as if he was going to run it through her hair—then stepped an inch short and retracted it. She felt a frisson of excitement. “I told you I had a knack for human touch,” he said, his voice gravelly. “I’d like to give you a full-body massage and let you experience the extent of my talents—skin to skin.”
    “I hardly think that’s fair,” she said.
    He blinked in surprise—the first time all day she had seen him with anything but a roguish grin on his face. She felt a smile creep to her face. Two can play this game.
    “I believe you’re implying that I should take off the rest of my clothes,” she said, her voice clear as a bell in the small wooden room with its echoing acoustics.
    “Would it help even the score if I took some off too?” he said evenly.
    “It might,” she said. She flipped a lock of hair over her shoulder, exposing her left breast. She saw Nate’s chest rise as he drew a breath, his eyes fixed to her chest.
    “It’s a deal, then,” he said. He slowly began undoing the buttons on his shirt. It gave her a ripple of pleasure to see that her hands were trembling ever so slightly.
    He removed the shirt, revealing a tanned torso, with sinewy muscles and a flat stomach with the ghost of a six-pack. His physique was long and lithe, she noted, in comparison to Spencer’s more built, athletic frame—but why was Spencer coming into her head now? She had a sudden fleeting vision of Spencer approaching her from the other side, massaging her shoulders as Nate unzipped her jeans. She felt rattled. What was that about?
    Wanting to shake the image from her mind, she swung her legs over the edge of the table so she was sitting up. Her back muscles felt loose and pleasant, almost jellylike. She placed her feet on the floor and stood, then undid the button and zip of her shorts.
    “How about a little steam?” he said. “It’ll help loosen you up.”
    I’m sure it will , she thought. “Turn it on.”
    *
    Spencer put his keys in the ignition and revved it up. The Dodge truck wasn’t sporty, but it was good for navigating the sometimes rough terrain between Big Horn and Cheyenne. Plus, when he needed to load up on supplies it could always be trusted to fit everything from crates of booze to fishing rods.
    He eased out of the parking lot of the Tourism Bureau. It had been a productive day—he’d been able to check off everything on his list, from going to the central bank to getting his hair cut—when it came to keeping himself well kempt, he was still a city boy at heart—to submitting the annual paperwork to renew their tourism license. Now he had a good two hours on the road to himself before he got back to Getaway—and back to her.
    Jess. The night he’d spent with her had been wholly unexpected. After dinner, he’d felt like he’d been driven to her cabin by some force of nature. Pleasuring her had given him more pleasure than he could have imagined. He saw her head tipped back against the wooden door, her beautiful face flooded with ecstasy as her orgasm sucked at his fingers in her slick passage. He shifted in his seat, hardening at the memory.
    She had seemed taken aback that morning when he’d told her that she didn’t need to feel bound to him. She had looked guilty when he pointed out the looks that passed between her and Nate, but his intention hadn’t been to call her out. It was just that he didn’t feel right about making a claim on a woman he’d just met. As much as he craved her, he didn’t want to stop her from following her own desires. If those desires included his best friend, he would just have to deal with it.
    He’d also said that he wanted to wait to take her again, to give them both time to get to know each to her—but by God, he didn’t know if he could stand it. He