Song for a Cowboy (Kings of Country 2)

Brock continued to stare at her. “How is that possible?”

“Well…we’ve already established I don’t normally carry around a bag of prophylactics. And for the most part, the men I spend time with are family or employees. I’ve had opportunities. I just…didn’t take them.” She shrugged. “It’s possible.”

He nodded, doing his best not to react. “I’d take some water.”

“Okay.” She kissed his forehead and left the room, giving him an incredible view of her naked ass.

Then she was gone and he could react. There was no reason to lie about this—which meant it had to be true. But how…and why? He ran a hand along the back of his neck. It wasn’t a big deal.

Bullshit. It was a huge deal.

He shook his head. She’d been the one to initiate everything. Her whole awkward and sexy-as-hell seduction thing? He’d never have suspected he…this… What the hell?

Well, her orgasm had sounded like a surprise.

He stood up and headed into the bathroom, opening one of the gift baskets the hotel had provided for the room.

“Brock?” Emmy Lou said.

“Bathroom.” He leaned over the garden tub, turned on the water, and poured in some Champagne Bubbles Bath Gel.

“What are you doing? All naked with your rippling muscles?” She set the glasses of water on the marble countertop, devouring him with her eyes.

He pointed at the bath.

She blinked, tore her gaze from him, and smiled. “A bubble bath?”

“You wanted one.” If she kept looking at him like that, the bath would wait. “No strawberries. Guess I’ll have to make up for it in other ways.”

“Okay.” She perched on the edge of the counter and reached for him. “I’d like to get started on that immediately.”

Chapter 15

“Are you sure?” Emmy asked, propped on his pillow. She wasn’t ready to say goodbye. What happened when they left and returned to their respective lives? The

question had been bouncing around in her head since he’d slipped from the bed this morning. Maybe that was why she’d enticed him back to bed twice already. Not that he’d complained. “Absolutely sure?”

He laughed. “I was sure thirty minutes ago.” He pulled on a skintight, sleeveless, black compression shirt that hugged his muscles. “Just as sure ten minutes ago.” With a sigh, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. “Now I’m sure I’m going to be late to practice.”

“Okay.” She swallowed her disappointment. “I’ll call my ride.”

He stood, hands on hips, watching her slide across the bed with the sheet wrapped around her. “You’ve been naked for the last twelve hours. Now you’re shy?”

She glanced over her shoulder, smiling. “I don’t want to make you even later.”

“Fair point.” He studied her bare back, his jaw going rigid.

Staring at him was bad. Instead, she dropped to her knees and reached under the ottoman for her panties. Who knew an ottoman was so useful? She did—now. Thankfully, this one was large enough for Brock to lay back while she enjoyed all the delights of being on top… A now oh-so-familiar throb began between her legs. Images assaulted her. Brock, groaning, the cords in his neck rigid, his hands gripping her hips, while she leaned forward to kiss him. An ottoman should definitely be a required bedroom accessory.

“My bra?” She stood, staring around the room. It had to be there somewhere…

“Here.” Her lacy lingerie hung from Brock’s finger.

She slid the bra off his finger, doing her best not to think about all the wonderful things he could do with his fingers. And his hands…pretty much every part of him. Everything about last night had been wonderful. Especially when, even in sleep, he’d pulled her close and wrapped her in his arms. “What happens now?”

“That’s up to you.” He’d been smiling and carefree the entire time they were naked. He wasn’t smiling anymore.

She scooped up the extra sheet fabric, held her clothes close, and hurried into the bathroom. She texted Krystal his hotel address.