Cowboy Take Me Away (Rough Riders 16)

Carson bent down until they were nose to nose. “Why the hell did you run again?”

“Because I’m not going home with you!”

“Sweet Christ, woman, don’t you think I f**kin’ know that?”

“Don’t swear at me,” she snapped.

He struggled for composure. “Caro. Sugar. I fu—screwed this up. I want you to come home with me, but you’re not ready for that yet.”

The yet part caused her to tremble.

“I was thinkin’ out loud, getting ahead of myself as usual, okay? That’s it. I promise.”

She should’ve doubted his sincerity, but she believed him.

“I want to get to know you, but like you said, it ain’t anyone’s business what goes on between us.”

“So you want to sneak around with me.”

His eyes hardened. “No. But I thought you’d prefer that to me stakin’ my claim on you in the middle of the damn bar on a Saturday night since your family don’t know about us.”

Us. Did he really consider them a couple? “You’d do that? For real?”

“In a f**kin’ heartbeat. So what’s it gonna be?”

“I don’t know. I have no experience with any of this.”

“Good.” He snaked his arm around her waist, not-so-subtly pressing their hips together. “I like that you’re inexperienced.”

“Why?”

“Because it’ll force me to take my time and enjoy every moment of bein’ with you.” Carson dipped his head and tugged on her hair until she bared her throat to him.

Her entire body broke out in gooseflesh when his lips touched her skin. He nuzzled and licked the sensitive flesh until she had difficulty breathing and her body reacted in ways it never had before.

“You like this?” he murmured in her ear.

“Yes.”

“I’ll take it as slow as you want.” He smiled against her neck. “Until you don’t want me to go slow anymore.”

“You sound so sure of yourself, McKay.”

Carson lifted his head and looked into her eyes. “I am sure. Not because I’ve got experience but because of this.” He curled his palm over her throat and rested his thumb at the spot where her pulse raced. “And this.” Then he slid his hand down her chest and gently cupped her breast, sweeping his thumb over the hardened tip of her nipple. “And this.” His hand slipped around her back, following her spine to the curve of her behind. Then he pressed her lower body against his and she could feel his erection digging into her belly.

Her gaze zoomed to his.

Taking her hand, he kissed her palm before placing her hand on his chest. “And because of this. My heart is damn near ready to beat out of my chest. My hands are shakin’ at the thought that I might actually get to put them on you.”

“Carson.”

“Say yes.”

“Yes to what?”

“Bein’ with me.”

“Yes.” Carolyn framed his face in her hands and kissed him. Mimicking the way he’d kissed her. The soft wet glide of lips. The gentle rub and swirling tease of her tongue against his. She let all of the nuances of kissing him wash over her, not wanting to miss a single one. The smoothness of his cheeks, the strength in his jaw, the wonderful scent of his body heat drifting from beneath the collar of his shirt. The tightening and releasing of his fingers on her butt. How his big, strong body shook with need.

For her.

She slowed the kiss gradually, rather than just ripping her mouth free. She rested her forehead at the base of his throat and tried to figure out a way to calm the blood pumping, body tingling effect the man brought out in her.

Carson’s lips connected with the top of her head and he stayed like that for several long minutes before he released her. “I want to see you tomorrow. Can you get away?”

“Probably. As long as it’s right after church gets out.”

“What time is that?”

“Around eleven.”

“Which church?”

“Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Gillette. Do you know where that is?”

He ran the backs of his knuckles down her jaw line. “I’ll find it. I’ll try my best to be there by eleven, but I’ve gotta check cattle and do a bunch of other stuff before I can get on the road, so I might be a little late.”

“I’ll wait. But right now I have to find my brother and convince him to take me home.”

Carson’s eyes sharpened. “You make sure that jackass Randy doesn’t volunteer to give you a ride.”

“Carson—”

“I mean it. He touches you or comes on to you in any way, I will pay him a visit, because I know where he lives.”

“Fine.” She’d never had a guy show jealousy and it surprised her how much she liked it.

“Good girl. Until tomorrow.” One last kiss and he headed toward the parking lot.

She watched him walk away, that cowboy swagger such an innate part of him she knew he’d been born walking that way.

Within ten minutes of returning inside the bar she found Thomas and pleaded a headache, asking him to take her home. She felt Randy’s suspicious gaze on her but she didn’t acknowledge him. When they reached the car, Carolyn crawled in the back seat. Thomas dropped Randy off at the ball fields.

He didn’t say a word until they’d parked at home. “So is your headache from bein’ in too tight a lip lock with Carson McKay?”

She scrambled upright from her prone position in the back seat.

“I saw you with him, Carolyn.” Thomas whirled around and glared at her. “What the hell are you thinking, getting mixed up with him? The man has a bad reputation. He uses women and dumps them. He’s reckless and rude; the typical McKay.”

“So says you. I’ve not seen him act like that. He’s different around me.”

“Because he wants to get into your pants. Literally. If Dad finds out—”

“Thomas. Please. You can’t tell him.”

He sighed. “He’ll find out. Trust me. There’s bad blood between the Wests and the McKays and someone will tell him.”

She leaned over the seat. “Do you know what happened between our families?”

“Dad refuses to talk about it. I’ve just heard him muttering about them bein’ above the law, and bein’ a bunch of liars and thieves.” Thomas pointed at her. “So if that McKay is sneaking around with you, it just proves the point. The McKays can’t be trusted.” He paused. “But I can. I’ll keep your secret since you agreed to keep mine.”