Serving Trouble (Second Shot 1)

“You look like one right now.”

She rocked back against him. By now, she had to be aware of his dick, hard and begging for action beneath his fly. What the hell was he waiting for? He had the woman he’d dreamed about, knowing he shouldn’t touch her, in his arms.

One more night. You have one more chance before everything changes.

“I’m going to kiss you.” Not wanting to let go of her or the strap, he lowered his lips to the nape of her neck. He touched her skin, one brief, soft tease. “Here.”

“On the bull,” she said as she leaned into him and wiggled her hips.

No way in hell she missed how much I want her.

The bull’s head dropped and he pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing, licking, exploring . . .

She turned her head and offered her lips, her green eyes wide. One look confirmed that she wanted this. Probably not as much as he did, but he’d bet she hadn’t been daydreaming about him in a swimsuit.

“Josie,” he murmured. His fingers wrapped around her slim waist, holding on tight. Hi

s mouth touched hers. Eight seconds into the kiss that threatened to break his restraint—­he wanted her, now, on the back of a damn bull—­her lips parted and she kissed him back, taking their somewhat innocent lip-­lock straight into hot and heavy.

She broke away, but his attention, every cell in his body, remained focused on her.

“Have you ever ridden the bull naked?” she asked.

“No.” But her low voice made the sound of cowhide against bare butt seem like a brilliant idea.

“Hmm,” she murmured, glancing down. “Place your hand on my thigh.”

He released his hold on her waist and followed her instructions. Her skin felt so damn good beneath his palm. He inched upward. “For a better grip.”

“You’re going to need it,” she said. “I’m letting go.”

A second later, both of her hands were reaching for the bottom of the material bunched around her hips. Holding tight with his thighs, he withdrew his right hand from the handle and placed it on her other leg.

She pulled her dress over her head and tossed it forward. One of the thin shoulder straps caught on the bull’s right horn. The dress hung there, spinning around.

“Looks like the bull’s waving the white flag,” she said.

Sweetheart, I’m ready and willing to surrender.

“Lose the bra, Josie,” he said gruffly. “Let’s take this naked bull ride all the way.”

But she didn’t reach for the back clasp. Instead, she slipped her hand in the handle and looked over her shoulder at him.

“You’re sure?” she said softly.

“I want you.” And yeah, he supposed he’d known that he would need to toss that fact out there tonight alongside a few others. “I have for a while. I’ve respected your brother, steering clear, but I want to spend the last few hours before I go with you.”

“Noah—­” Her eyes widened as if she hadn’t expected this speech.

But he wasn’t done yet. “You can pull your dress back on and we can just sit here, watch the bull spin, and talk until the sun comes up. But I’d rather take that naked ride.”

She let go and leaned forward, her fingers deftly working to strip off her bra. “Don’t let me fall.”

“I won’t.” He slid his hands up her thighs, over her white underwear to her waist while she tossed her bra to the mat.

“Ah hell, Josie, I want to turn you around and bury my face in your breasts,” he said. And yeah, he heard the raw desire in his voice. “I want to claim every damn inch of you.”

His hands moved higher, brushing the underside of her breast. He couldn’t resist. He had to touch her. Cupping one full breast in each hand, he ran his fingers over her nipples, offering gentle squeezes. She gasped and leaned back, her hips moving with the bull’s rhythm.