Corralled (Blacktop Cowboys 1)

He smirked. “Interestin’ conversation.”

“How much did you hear?”

“Just the tail end, to be honest.” He stepped close enough that his belt buckle brushed her belly. His position blocked her from view of the casual passersby and he used it to his advantage to outline her lips with the pad of his thumb. “You have the prettiest mouth.”

“Kyle—”

“Let me touch you, Lainie.”

He mesmerized her. The sexy tilt to his lips. The slight flare to his nostrils. His pupils expanded. Those impossibly thick black eyelashes lowered as he continued to trace the swell and seam of her lips. “Are you looking forward to bein’ with me tonight?”

“God. Yes.”

“You’re not nervous, are you, sugar? We have been alone and nekkid together before. Plenty of times.”

“True. But I have a feeling tonight won’t be like any of the other times.”

“And you’d be right.” He replaced his wicked thumb with his enthusiastic mouth. Kissing her like he’d already stripped her bare and spread her out beneath his muscled body.

“Kyle. Please. Stop.”

He muttered, “For now. I guarantee you won’t be begging me to stop at all tonight.”

The low timbre of his voice against her wet, trembling mouth sent a jolt straight to her core.

Kyle eased back. “We have a little time. Let’s hit the carnival.”

That shocked her—and made her do the happy dance inside—but surprise won out over joy. “Really?”

His smile vanished. “What? Hank’s the only one who can be with you in public?”

“No. It’s not that, it’s just . . .”

“You embarrassed to be seen with me, Lainie Capshaw?”

Lainie fisted her hand in his shirt, hauling herself up to her toes so they were nose-to-nose. “Not even close, bub. I’m embarrassed to admit that in my sheltered dating life, I never went to a carnival with a guy. Never had a guy win me a stuffed animal or a goldfish. Not only that, the rides make me dizzy and sometimes I throw up, so you should know what you’re getting into before you offer to take me.”

Kyle trapped her face in his hands and laid a big wet kiss on her. “Let’s see if I can’t pop your carnival cherry and win you something big to remember me by.”

Chapter Fifteen

What a great night. Kyle finished first in the bull riding and he finally had Lainie right where he wanted her: alone.

The camper swayed and she gasped, blindly reaching for the wall behind her.

“Might be a little bouncy. Luckily that plays into what I’ve got planned.”

“Should I be nervous?”

He traced the edges of the blindfold. “I’m hoping you’re excited.”

Her lips curved into a purely feminine smile. “Of course I’m excited. That goes without saying.”

Kyle began undoing the buttons on her blouse. He could’ve undressed her before he blindfolded her, but he wanted to keep her off balance. He kissed the corners of her smile, trailing more kisses down her stubborn chin and the column of her throat.

His sweet Lainie tasted even better than she smelled. When his lips met the front snap of her bra, he sank his teeth into the plastic clasp and twisted until it popped open.

“Oh. Man. That’s a handy trick.”

But Kyle didn’t tongue her ni**les. Or nuzzle the swells of her br**sts; he kept moving southward. He unhooked the button on her jeans. Lowered the zipper. He let his breath fan the delicate area between her hip bones, watching the skin quiver in response. Then he shimmied the denim to the middle of her calves and left it. He jerked her shirt to her wrists, keeping the cuffs buttoned, knotting the material so her hands were incapacitated.

“What are you doing?”

“Hobbling you. You can’t see. You can’t touch. You can’t thrash. You are completely at my mercy. And I’ve been looking forward to it all damn day.” Swallowing her protest with a kiss, he spun them and sat her on the edge of the bed. “Lie flat.” Kyle gave her a gentle nudge.

The camper hit a bump. He braced his hand on the wall as he stripped. “Can you wriggle yourself up until you’re in the middle of the bed?”

“Will you be staring at me while I do it?”

“Seein’ your tits bounce is the stuff fantasies are made of. So hell, yeah.”

She grinned and put an extra wiggle in her movement.

Sassy thing. “Be right back. Don’t go nowhere.”

“You’re as funny as you are sexy, Kyle.”

That stopped him. “Really? You think so?”

“I can’t remember the last time I laughed so hard. I had a blast with you at the carnival today.”

“Same goes. Although next time I’ll just take you to a toy store and buy you a damn giraffe. It’d be cheaper.”

“But not nearly as much fun.” She emitted a sigh. “I especially loved when you swung the love hammer. Seeing your muscles straining as you hit it hard enough to ring the top bell? The whole time I just wanted to lick your biceps. Then lick the rest of you.”

Kyle chuckled. “You did lick me in the haunted house, remember?” Lainie’s playful mood had been infectious. All afternoon she’d teased him. Feeding him cotton candy. Sneaking kisses on the Ferris wheel. Offering to give him a hand job in the Tunnel of Love—which had been damn hard to turn down.