Her Midnight Cowboy by Lauri Robinson Read Free Book Online Page A

“I want you, Rowdy, more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
    Her whispered confession was like fuel on a fire. Heat swirled in his veins, and he stretched out on the hay, easing her flat on her back beside him. She ran her fingers under his shirt, teasing his skin with the ends of her fingernails.
    He ran kisses along her shoulder, and licked her with the tip of his tongue. “Aw, Angel girl,” he whispered against her skin. “What am I going to do with you?”
    She undid the last button and pushed his shirt wide. Her soft, warm lips skipped across his chest. “I told you earlier.” She suckled his skin for a moment before whispering, “Love me.”
    His shaft jolted, and so did his heart. He did love her. Always would. Holding in his confession and focused on pleasing her, he trailed kisses down her neck, along the edges of the glorious mounds he’d been admiring all night, and slid a hand to her hip, then downward. Powerful pleasure shot up his arm as his palm cupped the juncture between her legs, and her hips thrust forward. Gently, his fingers swirled beneath the material of her pantaloons, teasing her.
    Her body was so perfect, made for loving, and he continued to kiss and explore her breasts while his hand fondled her. When he sensed the pinnacle of her awaking desire, he entered her with one finger.
    The moist heat of the connection had his entire body throbbing. She arched, encouraging his finger to go deeper. A storm of spiraling sensations overtook him. It was an excitement he’d never experienced.
    Angel kissed him deeply, digging her fingernails into his chest. It was a heavenly torture. Her hips swayed with his hand, creating a steady motion that led the way to higher delights. One of her roaming hands paused near his waistband, and when it cupped his crotch, his hips bucked. She massaged him through his britches. The pleasure and sweet torment of touching and being touched continued, showering him with thrills and gratification he’d never known existed.
    Her body tensed and she tightened her thighs, holding his fingers deep inside her. “Rowdy!” she gasped.
    “Shh.” He kissed her deeply while stroking her core as she quaked and shuddered. His body responded, reeling with her release.
    When her tremors lessened, she sank into the hay, sighing heavily. “Good Lord, Rowdy, what on earth was that?”
    A pleasant mist surrounded them. The smile on his lips couldn’t begin to express the happiness dancing inside his chest. He folded both arms around her and nipped her earlobe. “That’s being loved, my Angel.”
    After the air around them grew mellow and still, she whispered, “Can we do it again?”
    “Not right now.”
    She snuggled closer. “Why?”
    “Listen,” he whispered in her ear. Laughter and conversations floated through the darkness from the yard.
    Angel sighed and ran a finger along the side of his face. “Maybe they’ll all go home now.”
    He pulled her to her feet and, after brushing the hay out of her hair, helped her put on the blue dress. The outside voices made repercussion of his actions pour into his mind. “Angel,” he began.
    She pressed her finger to his lips. “Don’t say a word, Rowdy McGuire. Don’t you dare say a word.”
    He bit his tongue and took her hand, leading her out of the barn. People mingled and talked, mainly couples walking arm in arm. He squeezed her fingers.
    She stopped near the rain barrel. “I have to get my dress.”
    He looked at the barrel, wondering if a good dowsing would help him. It wasn’t regret filling his system, but he wasn’t too proud of how he’d lost control.
    She flashed a grin and pushed him toward the house. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
    Understanding her wish to be alone for a moment, since she probably regretted what had just happened, he moved to the back steps. The brightness of the kitchen lamps almost blinded him, but he blinked and strode to the table, where he promptly threw back two glasses of