Going Cowboy Crazy by Katie Lane Read Free Book Online

held by a man. She turned her head and burrowed into the spot where neck met collarbone, breathing in the scent of him. Smoke and soap collided with the strong foreign smells that wafted in through the open window, and unable to stop herself, she swept her tongue over his salty skin.
    “Jesus, Faith.” His lips brushed the top of her head as she gently sucked. “You’re killin’ me, darlin’.”
    The passion-thickened
darlin
’ made her stomach flutter, and her mouth went slack as his hand skated up her thigh and two fingers slipped between her legs. She’d been sexually active with two of her boyfriends, but not one had the ability to take her from steamy to sizzling in only two strokes. This redneck seemed to know exactly what to do and where to do it. He brushed and strummed over the wool of her pants until her head dropped backon his shoulder and her breath pumped in and out of her lungs. Until her hips flexed against the hard knot of his fly and her legs dropped open in invitation.
    An invitation he quickly accepted. Before a moan could work its way up her throat, her pants and panties were off, and she was lying on her back on the cool truck seat with her high heels hiked up on either side of the man who knelt between her legs. A tiny flicker of panic wiggled past the mental exhaustion and shots of tequila, but was quickly snuffed out when she lifted her gaze.
    Kneeling before her, Slate was every woman’s cowboy fantasy all rolled up in one: James Dean’s swaggering sex appeal in
Giant—
Robert Redford’s squinty-eyed toughness in
Sundance—
Brad Pitt’s ripped boyish charm in
Thelma and Louise
. As an awkward adolescent who was allowed only two hours of television viewing a week, Faith had easily fallen prey to these sexy silver-screen studs and whiled away many hours fantasizing about them.
    Which was probably why she was in no hurry to stop the scene that played out before her. It had all the markings of a really great daydream. This wasn’t reality. At least, not any reality she’d ever experienced. So she relaxed back against the cool leather seat and allowed her gaze to slither over the well-defined shoulders, the hard sculptured chest, and the flat, lean stomach.
    Tipping his slim hips forward, he reached for the button on the fly of his worn jeans. All the moisture left her mouth as the gold teeth of the zipper eased apart to reveal something that looked an awful lot like naked skin. But before she could get her mind around the fact that her sexy stud didn’t wear underwear, bright lights flashed across the back window.
    “Shit.” Slate’s head ducked down next to her.
    “What? Ohmygod! Is it the cops?” Faith struggled beneath him, her legs flailing. The toe of one heel hit the steering wheel, and the horn blasted. Slate jumped up and bumped his shoulder on the gun rack at the same time that she pulled her foot back and dug her spiked heel into his side.
    “Sonofabitch!”
    “Sorry.” She jerked her foot back, only to honk the horn again, but this time he grabbed the heel before she could pull it back and knife something a little more sensitive than his side.
    Feeling completely exposed to his gaze, she struggled to sit up, but it was difficult when his body was between her legs and her foot was in his hand.
    “Sit still,” he ordered as he jerked her deadly shoe off and dropped it to the floor.
    She flopped back down and glared up at him. He didn’t look so gorgeous now. In the light from the oncoming car, he looked mean and surly.
    “Sit still?” she fumed. “I’m half naked.”
    His gaze traveled over her lower body as he zipped and buttoned his jeans. “I can see that, but if you’ll sit still a minute, nobody else will.”
    For some reason, she trusted him. Probably because she didn’t have much of a choice. Stretching her sweater down, she made a vain attempt to cover herself as he jerked on his shirt. He left it open and slipped back over to the driver’s side, pulling