“Fuck,” Rob muttered. He gripped my nape to hold me still and slammed into me with the upward thrusts that felt so good.
I moaned and sobbed with pleasure that built and built.
“I’m going to come,” Rob warned. “I can’t help it—you feel so good.”
“I’m ready!” I cried out.
"Fates, yes," he roared. I barely registered the strange word choice because I was coming too, my channel squeezing and pulsing around his thick manhood. His breath felt warm on my shoulder, and I felt the scrape of his teeth against my skin before he abruptly pulled out and released me. The hot spray of the shower couldn’t replace the warmth of his body.
“Whoa!” I moaned at the sudden loss of contact.
“Sorry,” he muttered from the other end of the shower. “Hang on a sec, I’ll… get cleaned up and find you a towel.” He was facing away, cleaning up under the spray and disposing his condom.
His huge shoulders were bunched up in tight knots. I took a moment to admire him from the back—so muscular. Perfect.
I hadn’t known I had a type, but I realized now, I did. And he was it. A big strong cowboy. Manly but discreetly gentle. Rough in bed, cocky and dirty talking, but still kind and level-headed. Ridiculously smart, quietly observant.
At least that was my impression of him. I didn’t know him that well yet. His sister-in-law’s praise fit that view.
He turned off the water and left the shower without looking back.
It seemed strange, but I couldn’t figure out why the sudden distance. Maybe he’d gotten dizzy with his orgasm too, and he was too much of an alpha male to admit any weakness.
That was probably it. He had stumbled back quite quickly. I could relate.
He reappeared in a moment with a towel spread wide for me. I stepped into it and let him wrap me up like a burrito.
Funny. I didn’t usually let people take care of me. But with Rob, it didn’t make me feel vulnerable. Maybe it was the sex that was making me weak. Making me… gasp, a girl.
I needed to get out of here. Sex with Rob was turning into more than a distraction. It was dividing my focus from why I was here. Not in Rob’s bathroom but in Cooper Valley. Vaughn wanted me over at Markle’s trying to get more information, and I’d already been screwing around—literally—with Rob for too long. I dried off and pulled on my clothes.
“Thanks.” I stood on tiptoe to brush my lips across his. “I gotta get back to the house. Can I see you tomorrow?”
His eyes clouded at my manlike post-sex behavior, but he nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow, when?”
“Um.” I rubbed my lips together. I really needed to keep my schedule open for the investigation. It was my job, what I was being paid to do. Making social commitments would be a big mistake. “Can I call you?”
“Sure.” Something in his tone told me he understood he was getting the brush-off and didn’t much like it, but he took my phone when I handed it to him and entered his digits.
I texted him back, so he had mine—something I didn’t usually do. I didn’t want to be a jerk, so now he at least knew he could call me, too. I really did want to be with him. Hell, I wanted him to tug me to his bed right now for round two. I had to be level headed, at least for a little while. Focus on something besides mind melting orgasms.
“See you later, then.” I picked up my bag with the pistol in it and left to find my way out.
Rob followed me down the stairs and out the door, being the perfect host and gentleman. He’d gone silent, but I got the feeling that he wasn’t a man of unnecessary words. Except when it came to dirty talk. Then, he wasn’t a gentleman at all.
“Bye.” I turned around one more time to give him a kiss, and he snatched me up against his body and kissed me hard. It felt like a warning. Or punishment for leaving. Or… something.
A promise.
My toes curled in my shoes, and I came away breathless.
“See you later—tomorrow.” Dang it— I sounded like a teenager. This guy was getting to me in a big way. I definitely needed some space to get my head back on straight.
I was here for a job.
A job.
Not to fall in love with the sexy cowboy next door.
15
WILLOW
I blow-dried my hair and freshened my lip gloss before I headed down to Markle’s. I wanted to get a look in his outbuildings, but I doubted that was possible in broad daylight. I’d have to sneak back at night to see if I could get in although my plan was to watch for a pattern in the trailer shipments. Once I had enough intel, I could ask Vaughn for a warrant and bring in a team to search the place, but until then, I could find out more undercover. And that meant pandering to Markle’s ego while my pussy ached from the pounding Rob gave it.