Secret Billionaire's Stubborn Cowgirl (The Secret Billionaires 1)

Eyebrows lifting he shook his head. “Why do you think that?”

“Because you don’t have land—you’re leasing Charlie’s. Leasing—not buying.”

“Maybe I’m just trying it out for size.”

Lucy shook her head. “No. One morning we’ll wake and you’ll be gone. That’s how you do this, isn’t it.”

He touched her arm, his finger brushing along her skin, leaving shivers behind. “And would you care? If I was gone?”

She stared up at him, wondering the same thing. What if he did go? What if he left and she never got the answers she wanted about just what kind of man he was? Mouth pressed tight, Lucy knew she should be sensible here. She should keep her distance and let this guy just move on—but she thought about what Charlie had said.

Her heart was far too unused. And she was damn tired of it.

Facing Zach, she grabbed his face with both her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. She kissed him, hard and fast, leaving herself breathless. When she pulled back, he blinked. And he smiled.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. Digging his fingers into her hair, he pulled her up to him. On a gasp she opened her mouth. He slipped his tongue inside and traced the inside of her lips. But she wanted more.

She pulled him with her down onto the grass.

She had no idea what would come of this—but for once, she was going to give up thinking and just go with her feelings.

And maybe she really was Dave Ennis’ daughter, after all.

Chapter Eight

Zach knew he wouldn’t be staying—and starting something with the woman wasn’t wise. But who the hell cared about that when he had her in his arms, kissing him like her body was on fire and he was the water she needed.

He dragged off her shirt and unclasped her bra. Her fingers roamed over his skin and slipped down to his zipper. He cupped her breasts and kept on kissing her. Pushing away from him, she dragged off her jeans and underwear.

He struggled to get his boots, socks, and jeans off. She was naked first and she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. Sunlight pulled a halo from her hair and warmed her skin. Zach had a rock digging into his butt, but he didn’t care.

“Always did want to ride a cowboy,” she said voice low.

She ran her hand down his stomach and reached down between them, her touch teasing. He gave a groan. “Ride away, honey. Just watch it with your spurs.”

She grinned, dug her heels into his thighs, rose up and plunged herself down on him. He’d never had any woman do that and the world went white for an instant. Over him, Lucy gave a moan and started to ride him, just like she’d promised. She leaned down every now and then to kiss him. He wrapped his fingers around her hips and watched those high firm breasts of hers bounce.

With another moan, she did a little wiggle of her hips. He dug in his fingers. “Do that again and I’m not guaranteeing I’ll last.”

“Isn’t that the general idea?” she asked. She wiggled her hips again.

He gave himself up to her, let her ride him, and let him use him. She pounded herself hard and long on him. He could feel the orgasms take her—one after another, leaving her skin slick and her muscles quivering. He hovered on the edge himself, trying to hold on, trying to give her the best ride of her life. Finally, he couldn’t hold back. She shimmied her hips again and he gave a strangled cry. Pulling off him, she held him in her hand as he pushed up into her grip, nothing in this world but her hanging onto him and that damn rock pressing up into his butt.

When he could think again—and move—he shifted her over onto her side. Laying next to her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Her green eyes looked warm and soft—and she smiled, about as contented as any cat who’d gotten into the cream.

“Tell me something about yourself,” she said.

He brushed his fingers over her sun and sex-warmed skin. “What do you want to know?”

“Anything.”

“Okay. I have a younger brother. He’s a pain in the ass, but he’s kin, so what can you do.”

“Ha. I was an only child. What I wouldn’t have given to have a brother or sister.” She plucked a strand of grass and teased his nose with it. “What’s your favorite color?”

Grabbing her hand he bit her finger and kissed it. “Blue. How about favorite flower?”

“Calla lily.”