Cowgirl Crazy (#2, Cowboy Way) by Becky McGraw Read Free Book Online Page B

pretend she wasn’t still nursing feelings for
him. They were still there, but she was determined to get rid of
them. To exorcise them from her soul. Exorcise him from her
thoughts. That was real hard to do with him right here under her
feet. But it was nearly three o’clock in the morning. She couldn’t
in good conscience kick him out. He could sleep on the couch, but
she was getting him out of there first thing in the morning, and
tell him and her brother to back off.
    With a deep sigh, she shoved away and walked
back to the bathroom. Walking down the hall, her steps stuttered
when she saw the bathroom door was open. Ryan, legs spread, naked
except for a small towel wrapped around his lean hips, leaned on
the sink examining his nose in the mirror, pressing his long
fingers at the bridge. The well-defined muscles in his biceps and
back were on prime display, the bottom of his tight ass nearly
showing at the hem of the towel.
    Twyla’s tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth,
as she made the last few steps to the door. When she pried it
loose, she asked, “Why are you naked?”
    He sighed, and patted his fingers gently
around the edge of the bruise on his eye. “Seeing if anything is
broken. Bleeding didn’t start again, thank God.”
    “ That doesn’t explain why you’ve
shucked your clothes.”
    He looked at her, and grinned. “Bothering you,
darlin’?” His eyebrow lifted and he flinched. “We’re family ,
so it shouldn’t matter, right? I’m about to take a
shower.”
    So he hadn’t missed her family reference a few
minutes ago, and was evidently paying her back. Testing her. Ryan
knew how she felt about him. It looked like he also knew she wasn’t
as over him as she was trying to pretend. Well two could play his
game. For some reason he must enjoy having her in the palm of his
hand. Panting after him like a school girl. It probably fed his
over-inflated ego. Those days were over for her. He needed to know
that.
    Twyla somehow maintained her cool, even though
her palms were itching to see just how soft that light fur on his
tightly muscled chest was. To taste the soft skin of his neck where
she saw his heart pounding. Clenching her fists at her sides, the
peas froze her palm as she inched up her chin. “Doesn’t matter a
bit. Why bother with the towel?”
    Oh please don’t bother , her inner woman
begged, but she slapped the masochistic bitch, and tossed the peas
down on the counter angrily.
    “ Take your shower, and put those
on your eye. Catch a few hours on the couch, then get the hell out
of here, Ryan.” Her eyes raked him to his toes, then back up. “But
Heather is around and she’s not family, so put some clothes
on when you come out.” She turned her back, and forced nonchalance
into her tone as she finished, “I’ll probably be gone when you get
up. I have things to do tomorrow. Have a safe trip back to
wherever.”
    She had taken two steps when Ryan drawled,
“Twyla?” His deep, now less nasally voice skated along her nerve
endings.
    Stopping, she slowly turned around and gasped.
The towel was now pooled at his feet, and Ryan leaned negligently
against the vanity, buck naked, grinning from ear to ear. Because
she couldn’t stop them, her eyes followed the thin trail of hair
that bisected his tight abs downward to his semi-erect penis. It
was thick and long, and a vein pulsed from the base along the side
to the thick head. Her breathing hitched, moisture gathered between
her legs, and a weird throb started at the apex of her thighs. She
slammed her eyes shut, wanting to forget what she’d just seen.
Wanting to remember just as badly, so she had some point of
reference in the future.
    “ What game are you playing, Ryan?
It’s not funny. If Zack knew he’d kill you.”
    “ He’s probably going to do that
anyway. But I’m not leaving here until you come back with me,” he
said smoothly, then cleared his throat. “Whatever it takes to get
you to do that.”
    Whatever it takes ?