Cougar in Texas (Rugged and Risque 3)

“Several. Nadine said you were interested in the suite, but others are available if you want to look at them.” Amazingly she formed coherent thoughts despite the lust-induced haze that ribboned through her brain. She immediately understood why Nadine had acted as though she were a giddy schoolgirl when she’d been in the flower shop.

“Whichever one’s the biggest will be fine,” he said, “since I’ll be staying awhile.”

“You’re a true Texan.” Bigger was always better in their state.

His grin was a slow, easy one. It lit his sky-blue eyes and made his ruggedly handsome face even more breathtaking. “Yes I am.”

Reese swallowed hard, tamping down the pulsing beat in her throat.

Liza had specifically said the man was drop-dead gorgeous. However she had not said he inspired a woman to strip down and spread her legs for him with no more encouragement than his sexy grin, rich voice and vibrant eyes. The hotter-than-hell body and devastatingly handsome face provided an additional bonus. His electrifying touch was plain overkill.

Yeah. He had her at “howdy”.

How long they stood in the doorway before she realized their hands remained entwined, she had no idea. She reluctantly pulled away. Taking a step back, she gestured for him to come inside.

“The suite is located in the back corner. All the other rooms are upstairs, so there’s quite a bit of privacy, along

with your own bathroom and exterior entrance, which is around the side in the courtyard.”She led the way and opened the door to the suite. “Lots of amenities, including a minibar that’s stocked. Breakfast is whenever you want, between six and ten a.m. Just fill out that card on the nightstand and hang it on your door so I know when to expect you and what you want. I’m happy to cook dinner for you too. Again, just let me know your preferences.”

She was rambling. Standing inside the room he would occupy suddenly made her cheeks flush. The sinfully delicious man would be staying with her for a month—how would she not drool over him every damn day?

He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his Levi’s and rocked back on his boot heels. “This’ll do nicely. I’ll be working late out at the ranch, so the private entrance will be helpful. I won’t disturb anyone.”

“It’s just me for now,” she told him.

A dark brow lifted. “No husband?”

The question brought her lust to a grinding halt. “Not anymore.”

Rubbing his chin with his finger and thumb, he said, “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. That was rude.”

“No, it’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine…” she added with a hollow laugh. “I’m divorced. His choice.”

Shut up!

“Yeah, so anyway,” she said, feeling as though a large fist squeezed her heart at the mere mention of her disastrous attempt at matrimony. “I just baked a pie if you’re interested. Apple and cinnamon.”

“Smells great.” He grinned at her again. “And you have a little dough on your jaw.”

With a tender touch he whisked away the smudge.

“Thanks. Don’t I feel stupid?”

His smile widened, crinkling the edges of his beautiful blue eyes. “It was actually kind of cute. You’ve got a floured handprint on your butt too.”

“What?”she shrieked. Twisting, she caught a glimpse of the white powder on her back pocket. “Oh my God. Unbelievable.”

She rushed from the room.

“Hey,” Caleb called after her. “Do I still get a slice of pie?”

Damn it all to hell, the cowboy’s low chuckle was as arousing as everything else about him.

Chapter Two

Caleb continued to laugh softly as he left the room via the side door and collected his duffle bags from the truck. While he brought in his favorite saddle, Reese delivered fresh towels for him. She’d cleaned up, even tidying her ponytail. He’d liked all the loose strands of long, dark brown hair that had looked silky and slightly disheveled as they’d framed her sculpted face and crested her shoulders. She had tawny-colored eyes that conveyed a slew of emotions, none of which he could specifically identify except when heat flashed in them. Clearly, she found him attractive—and the feeling was mutual. By a lot.

Eyeing the saddle he carried over one shoulder, she said, “I can track down a stand for you.”