The Curvy Astronomer and the Cowboy (He Wanted Me Pregnant!) by Victoria Wessex Read Free Book Online

gleaming, tightly-banded muscle--
    I realized I was unconsciously leaning forward. I snapped myself back and looked away, flushing. “Um...you’re very... naked,” I told him.
    “Didn’t want to get my hat wet,” he deadpanned.
    I cautiously turned to face him again and we locked eyes. God, that teasing, sexy smirk. It felt like it was connected to a wire that ran straight to my heart, and from there right down to my groin.
    “It’s okay,” he said. “If you want to look.”
    My eyes bugged out. “What? I don’t want to look! I wasn’t--” And I quickly walked forward, through the danger zone where I could see him and over to the stool and within a few seconds I was sitting there serenely, listening to his soft chuckle. And my cheeks were flaming hot, because--
    I’d looked.
    Just a glance. Just for a split second as I drew near to him, I’d looked down and seen strongly muscled thighs, the sort that could drive a man into a girl for hours at a time. A perfect Adonis belt, pointing like a signpost towards--
    I closed my eyes for a second, remembering. God. I’d never seen one that long before, or quite that thick. Big. Not scary big, but catch-your-breath big. Hot-ripple-in-your-groin big. Not-sure-if-I-could-take-him-but-I’d-sure-as-hell-love-to-try big.
    I sat there brooding for a moment. Was getting me out here again his way of giving me another chance? Letting me nudge this towards sex if I wanted to? Why didn’t he just make a move? Was it because he knew I’d say no...could he somehow know, instinctively, that if it was going to happen between us, it had to come from me? How could he possibly know that?!
    I looked up at the moon, letting its silver light soak my face. “Thank you,” I said. “For getting me to come out here. I mean, a lot of guys wouldn’t...you know. Admit to finding the moon beautiful.”
    He let out a sudden laugh and it was a rich, rolling sound--the sort of laugh that makes you smile when you hear it. “That how the guys are in the city? Scared of saying they like something beautiful, ‘cause then they might not be a man?”
    I nodded carefully. “Some of them.”
    He chuckled. “I like the moon, but I’m pretty sure I’m still a guy.” Then I heard him sniff. “Although....Emily, what did you put in the bath water?”
    “Oh! Shower gel. Honeysuckle and jasmine.”
    He sniffed again. “I smell like a damn flower garden.” And then there was the roar of falling water as he stood up. “But I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”
    I flushed again and swallowed. “No,” I said tightly.
    I heard him towel off and then stand there naked. “I’m going to head inside now,” he told me.
    “Okay.” I will not turn around, I will not turn around, I will not--
    My last view of him, as he walked back into the cabin, was of his perfect naked butt, muscular and ripe, framed between wide shoulders and strong thighs. He’d put his hat back on, the rest of his clothes dangling from one big hand.
    I took a deep breath, waited until I heard him bed down on the couch, and went inside.
     
    ***
     
    Between all the hours I’d spent driving, the late hour and the soak in the tub, I should have fallen asleep in seconds. But instead, I found myself lying there on the ancient--but supremely comfortable--iron bed, too aroused to sleep but too warm and relaxed to do anything about it.
    My body felt...different. Just as curvy as before but, somehow, not quite so awful. And I realized that the way I’d felt about him had changed, too. I’d seen him naked. He’d become somehow less of a fantasy figure and more real. I was even more turned on by him and yet also more comfortable around him. Maybe that’s what he’d been intending--he’d known all along that nothing would happen tonight, but that I’d come out of it a little less skittish.
    Was it possible that he was... taming me?
    After a while, I started to lazily trace the shape of one breast with my fingertips. And then the