Page 94 of Worth the Fall
“I’m just a girl who’s good at marketing.”
His hand snaked up my neck and settled on my cheek, letting out a soft breath. “You’re very good at your job, Ally.”
I couldn’t breathe. I was staring at his lips, parted and ready for mine. “Yeah,” I whispered pathetically.
He leaned in just enough to gently bite my bottom lip. “Yeah.”
I was the one to close the gap this time. My left hand pressed against his bare stomach, gripping his skin in my fingers. I leaned into his hand on my cheek as I kissed him deeply. He found my waist and pulled me closer until our chests collided with each other.
I physically couldn’t get enough.
His warm tongue in my mouth was intoxicating. My armswere around his neck, getting him even closer to my body. I needed him.
He let out a soft moan, making my legs quiver.
Gosh, he was the sexiest man alive.
He suddenly stood and pushed himself off the bed, making me fall back in surprise. He was pacing up and down the tiny portion between the bed and the wall. “You’re trouble, Ally Ford.”
I was still catching my breath.
He came to my side of the bed and knelt beside me, grabbing my hand with both of his. “I would love nothin’ more than to spend the night in this bed, but I respect you way too much for that.”
I sighed, relieved that it wasn’t something I had done to make him stop kissing me that quickly. I laughed softly and tucked my hair behind my ears. “You don’t have to worry about that. I won’t sleep with a man until he marries me,” I said determinedly.
I know, call me old-fashioned, but I don’t care.
I had spent my teen years, my formative teen years, watching my mother bring every man in Texas into her bedroom. The way they treated her, the way they dismissed me, it was all an amazing life lesson for me.
I learned that if a man had to get in my pants to show me how much he cared for me, he wasn’t worth a dime. Yes, I was a “rebel” in high school–though my idea of rebellion was line dancing at a honky tonk bar–but that was a principle I was going to stick to until the day I died.
I’d lost a few boyfriends because of this, and Harrison had fought me almost every night for a year about it, threateningto leave, calling me boring, whatever. I held strong until he stopped asking and accepted what it would take to sleep with me.
Then we talked of nothing but getting engaged as soon as possible.
Colton raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”
I nodded, daring him to try and challenge me. I was a Texas cowgirl at heart; there was nothing that could change my stubborn mind about this. “And if that bothers you, I-”
He leaned forward and planted a single sweet kiss on my lips. “You’re a light in a dark world, Ally Ford. You’re a breath of fresh air when I feel like I’m drownin’.Thatis one of my favorite things you’ve ever said.” He sighed and shook his head sternly. “I don’t need to sleep with you for you to know how much I desire you.”
I swallowed hard, staring at the man who was a dream come true. A model of a perfect man, a true gentleman, everything I could ever want. “Youdesireme?” I barely croaked out.
“I yearn for you, Ally,” he was still grinning, his big classic smile that had made my heart pitter-patter from the beginning. “I’m not subtle with my feelings; my entire family will tell you that I’m a sensitive man, but I need you to know how worthy you are.”
I could’ve died right then and there.
He kissed me again. “Goodnight, Ally. Sleep well, I cannot wait to see you in the morning.” And with that, the cowboy stood up and walked out of my room.
I couldn’t have thought of something as beautiful as that to respond to his heart-melting words.
His taste still lingered on my lips, my heart still racing in reaction to his touch, his words bounced around my head, settling in my chest and filling it with warmth.
I was falling for the rodeo cowboy.
I was falling for Colton Nash.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
