Fall for Me (Cowboys of Crested Butte 1)

“No, go ahead.” He needed time to think anyway.

They’d been lovers for almost five months. When they were together, it was so intense, it threatened to rob him of his sanity. Ben wondered why his lust for her hadn’t cooled because they’d been apart more than together. It hadn’t diminished at all. Not even close.

Every time Ben thought he had a handle on wanting to pull the truck over and bend her over the tailgate, she’d make a soft, sexy noise. Or she’d turn, trying to get more comfortable, and the buttons on her shirt would strain enough that he got a glimpse of her skin. He got to the point where he thought he’d be better off if he didn’t look at her. It was only an hour into the drive. Five more until they hit Walsenburg, where he’d get in his truck and drive west, and she’d head north.

This morning was the last time he’d be with her for…he didn’t know how long. Skin on skin, that’s what he thought about now. He needed her again.

Ben’s hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. He took off his hat and started fiddling with the air conditioner. Man, it had gotten hot in here all of a sudden.

“Ben?” The way she said his name, the perfect little lilt in her voice, made him crazy.

“Need a break, baby? I can stop at the next exit.”

“Okay.” There it was again, that melodic voice that made his jeans more uncomfortable with every word she spoke. How in the hell would he be able to say goodbye to her in a couple of hours? He needed her underneath him. He wondered what she’d say if he said so.

“What’re you thinkin’ about, Ben?”

Oh God, his mouth went dry. Bone dry. “When you say my name that way…it burns me up.”

Liv knew what Ben meant. She hadn’t slept, but instead imagined him stopping the truck and taking her up against her pickup—fast and hard.

The expression on his face was…dangerous. “Tell me what you want.”

“I can’t wait.” Her body was on fire.

“Lick your lips, the way you did when I told you I loved you.”

Her tongue ran over her top lip, twice, as she had then.

“Do it again.”

She did, and the sound that came from deep in his throat made her eyes close.

“Stay here.” Ben had drove into a service station and parked. Bill pulled Ben’s truck behind them. Paige and Mark drove in behind him in their car.

“I have to talk to Bill,” Ben opened the door of the truck.

“Why? Ben, what are you doing?”

Liv tried to see where he went, but the trailer blocked her view. She started to jump out, and remembered he told her to stay in the truck, and right this minute, she’d do whatever Ben told her to do. That was how badly she wanted him. If he came back and told her to take off her clothes in broad daylight, she doubted she’d be able to deny him.

Ben got back in the truck and slammed his door closed.

“What’s going on?”

“They’re goin’ on ahead.”

“Ben—”

“Not now, Liv. Listen to me. Please. And I’m begging you, please don’t fight me on this.”

She nodded.

“We’ll meet them back at your place. I told them I wasn’t sure when we’d be there.”

Ben’s eyes were fiery, there was no sign of his sweet smile. In its place, he was almost scowling.

She launched herself at him, throwing herself across his lap. Her mouth crushed down on his as her hands fisted in his shirt.