This Love (Cowboys & Angels 6)

“That’s how fucking sexy I think you are.”

Swallowing hard, I searched his face. Did he do this with other women in the bar? Press himself against them and declare they were sexy? The question nagged, especially after seeing him kiss that girl when we walked in.

“Do you do this often?”

My question was like a slap to his face. He stepped back quickly, his hand pushing through his dark hair.

“I saw you kissing that girl, and I’ve seen you before bringing girls to a back room in your bar. I’m not like those women, Cord. I’m not going to spread me legs so you can shag me and then walk away. You don’t even act like you like me half the time.”

His face pained. “You keep saying that. Why do you think I don’t like you?”

Shrugging, I replied, “You hardly talk to me, and when you do you’re demanding, and often rude. Like you telling me to dance with you.”

His gaze dropped to the ground. “I like you, Maebh. I want to be friends.”

And like that, everything felt cold. Where he’d been pressed against me earlier cooled instantly. The warm, aching feeling between me legs was gone.

Friends.

I wouldn’t sleep with him, so he wanted to be friends only.

“Okay.”

He frowned. “Okay…what?”

“We can be friends, but you pushing your cock into me isn’t what friends do.”

Cord took another step back and shook his head. “I better get back.”

I moved toward him, ready to ask him to come upstairs. I wanted to tell him I liked him as more than friends. That he made me entire body come to life. But I couldn’t get the words out.

“Cord,” I whispered. My voice sounded needy, and he noticed it, too. I dug me teeth into me lower lip and tried to figure out what I needed to say to make him understand I wanted him. In ways I’d never wanted a man before. I knew I should walk away. A guy like Cord Parker was bound to break me heart. He was a player, but damn it all to hell, the way he looked at me sometimes made me quiver with desire.

“Yes, Maebh?” he asked, moving closer.

I licked my lips slowly, a silent invitation for him to kiss me. When our eyes met, me unspoken words must have done the trick because he had me back against the door, his mouth covering mine. I moaned slightly and wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands went up my skirt and for a moment, I almost stopped him, until he gripped me thighs and lifted me. Me dress rose high, and I wrapped my legs around his body.

Christ almighty. I’d kissed men before, but never felt anything like this. He pressed his hard cock into my core and I groaned. I’d only ever had an orgasm at uni by me boyfriend’s hand and me own. I longed to feel what it would be like to have a man drag one out of me while he made love to me. But not just any man.

Cord Parker.

My fingers laced into his hair, and I gave it a gentle tug, pulling his mouth even closer to mine.

Cord kissed me like his life depended on it. As if I was giving him air to breathe. It was magical. Intense. And so fecking sexy.

“Cord,” I whispered when I pulled back for a much-needed air break.

He leaned his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed closed. “I’m sorry. I lost control. You make me so damn crazy. I can’t fucking think around you, Maebh.”

He slowly put me down and slid me dress back where it was supposed to be. Then he took a few steps back and stared off into space.

What in the hell did he mean he couldn’t think around me? I drove him crazy. He drove me insane.

Without looking at me, he stepped all the way out of the small porch area.

“Goodnight, Maebh. I’ll see you around.”

Me legs nearly buckled from under me as I watched him walk away.

Pressing me fingers to me lips, I held back the burning sting of tears that threatened to spill.

After a few minutes of trying to catch me breath, I unlocked the door and rushed upstairs. When I saw me da sitting on the sofa, I nearly screamed. I wasn’t expecting him back from Ireland so soon. But seeing him here made me nearly break down into tears.

“You go out, half pint?”

I nodded. Afraid if I spoke he’d know something was wrong.

“You look pretty.”

“Thank you,” I managed to squeak out, making me way over to the bar and pouring meself a whiskey. “You’re back early,” I managed to say after I downed the hard liquor.

“The plane was available, so I used it.”

I nodded. My father owned a distillery back in Ireland, a very successful one. He had his own private plane for the business. It was always available to him.