Cowboys Like Us by Vicki Lewis Thompson Read Free Book Online

missionary one, would be okay by now. Apparently not, especially after dancing and tending bar for hours. He’d been so blissed out by what was going on with his cock that he hadn’t noticed he was stressing his knee at the same time.
    Oh, well. He’d stress it again if necessary, because he wasn’t about to put limits on his sexual positions. Talk about a wussy attitude. He wouldn’t baby himself, and he didn’t want her to baby him, either. It was only one night, and he’d enjoy the hell out of it.
    He flipped on the light in her miniscule bathroom and tried not to bump his knee against anything while maneuvering inthe limited space. He wasn’t used to small spaces. His condo in Chicago had a bathroom three times this size.
    Yet he’d much rather be here. The bathroom was decorated in the same cozy country style as the rest of the place, with red gingham curtains at the tiny window and an old oak bucket serving as a wastebasket. The scent of lemons reminded him that Caro had mentioned using homemade lemon juice hair spray.
    He wasn’t a big fan of hair spray, but lemon juice sounded better than the other gunk women put on their hair. She must not use much of it, because her hair slid through his fingers like silk. Everything about her was silky and smooth, in fact. She’d been wet, ready, and a perfect fit, as if her body had been created specifically for him to enjoy.
    He’d had some good sex in his life, but, as she’d said, never this good this soon. Maybe that first time had been a fluke, and the next episode wouldn’t deliver such a rush. He was ready to find out. Disposing of the condom, he massaged his knee for a few seconds before turning out the light and crossing the hall.
    She’d propped a couple pillows against the oak headboard and was sitting up. The multicolored quilt covered her lap, but her breasts were bare. “I took the condoms out of your jeans pocket and put them on the nightstand. I hope you don’t mind.”
    “Does it look as if I mind?” One glimpse of her waiting for him, condoms at the ready, and he was hard.
    She glanced at his package and smiled. “No, not really. That’s a very gratifying reaction.”
    “It’s a perfectly natural reaction with a woman as sexy as you are.” He walked over to the bed.
    “I’ve never thought of myself as particularly sexy.”
    “Unconscious sexiness is the most potent kind.” He tossed back the quilt and started to climb into bed with her.
    “Don’t get in like that. You’re putting pressure on your knee.”
    He’d forgotten and put his right knee on the mattress, because he was used to getting in bed that way. Yeah, it hurt, but he would ignore it. Nobody was going to treat him like an invalid.
    “I saw that flash of pain in your eyes, Logan. You can’t fool me.”
    “Be quiet, Caro.” On all fours, he leaned toward her, his mouth seeking hers.
    She ducked out of his reach. “You’re a crazy man. And I’m not kissing you again until you’re flat on your back and off that knee.”
    “That’s totally unnecessary. I’m fine.” He cupped the back of her head, his grip gentle but firm. “And I’m desperate to kiss you, so hold still.”
    “Have it your way.”
    “Thank you.” He lowered his mouth to hers.
    She kissed him back, but while he was savoring the lush wonders of her mouth, she got both hands around his dick and instituted the kind of sweet torture that would bring him to climax in no time.
    He lifted his lips a fraction from hers. “Stop that or I’ll come.”
    “Agree to lie on your back for me and I’ll stop.”
    “No need to be on my back, Caro.” He clenched his jaw as his balls tightened and his orgasm threatened.
    She toyed with the sensitive tip of his penis and used the gathering moisture to lubricate the surface. “Maybe you’re afraid to let a woman be on top, where she has more control.”
    “It’s not that.” He could overpower her and make her stop, but he would never use superior strength