Page 49 of Roped in Rawhide

“I’ll be the first to know.”

“And I’ll be the one to get them for you.”

Some might think I’m acting as her errand bitch, but in my mind, I’m providing whatever her heart desires.

“Thanks, Bronc.” She puckers her lips.

I don’t hesitate to give her the kiss she’s asking for. A punch of raw hunger hits me the instant my mouth touches hers. We melt into each other for a brief moment.

But then Gemma’s tongue sneaks out to lick along my bottom lip. Stars burst behind my shut eyelids. The demand to ravish her has me pushing deeper. Just as I’m about to yank her flush against me, she severs our connection on a soft moan.

“Get going,” Gemma murmurs against my lips. “I’ll be in the trailer when you get back. Don’t make me wait too long.”

I’m sprawled out on the bed in the living quarters of my horse trailer when Chance rips open the door. My bent elbows prop me upright while giving him an enticing view. He halts halfway inside with his jaw hanging slack.

“Problem?”

“What…?” He clears his throat. “What are you wearing?”

“Nothing much.” And that’s the truth.

Chance’s gaze rakes over the skimpy nightie I put on for him. It’s little more than two lace triangles and a sheer skirt. He could shred the flimsy material like tissue paper. The fire in his stare might incinerate it first. I toy with the thin strap where it rests on my collarbone, beckoning him forward.

He flips the lock and stands at the foot of the lofted area where I’m lounging. “Is this my reward?”

“Where are the buckets?”

But I’m not sure he hears me, and I honestly couldn’t care less. That trip to the store was just a distraction while I got prepared. My efforts are clearly appreciated.

It appears that every drop of mental capacity is being absorbed by the skin I’ve put on display. The scars on my left side are purposefully tucked away. He doesn’t seem to notice the strategic pose. His focus drifts along the valley of my cleavage and torso, sliding all the way down my bare legs to my feet before retracing a trail to my face. I bite my lower lip when his gaze lands there.

Warmth travels under my skin, settling in my lower belly. This level of admiration is intoxicating and I’m dizzy from it. Chance makes me feel sexy. Wanted. Cherished.

The longer he stares, the hotter I get. I squirm as desire pounds louder in my veins. A girl can get lost in the untapped passion in his eyes, which is precisely why I put myself in this position.

This past week has been enlightening. I’m supposed to be teaching Chance, but he’s schooling me in return. Thanks to him, I’ve learned a lot of intimate details about myself. There’s a bold temptress within me who I’d never met until Chance lured her out. She’s been lying dormant, waiting for her moment. And my goodness, did she ever snatch the opportunity.

But bossing him around is exhausting. He might’ve volunteered, but he’s not a punching bag and I can’t pretend to hate him anymore. I’m ready to lie back and surrender for a bit. Besides, he’s earned some relief.

“Hey, Bronc?”

Chance’s unwavering focus is currently memorizing the slope of my breasts. There might be drool collecting in his mouth. He doesn’t utter a sound.

I nudge him with my toe. “Best Kiss of My Life?”

“Hmmm?” He’s still busy cataloging every inch of the sight spread before him.

“Are you interested in becoming the best of something else too?”

The suggestion plunges into his lusty stupor to lasso his attention. His gaze leaps to mine like he just got caught not paying attention. “I’ll be the best at everything for you.”

“What title do you want to claim next?”

“That’s for you to decide.”

I shake my head, letting my hair blanket my shoulders. “You choose.”

Chance blinks slowly. “But you’re in charge.”