Fight For Her (More Than A Cowboy 1)

“Oh,” she whispered, her eyes shifting from wary to soft and a little bit tender.

“Yeah, oh. Look at you.” I pointed at her before crossing my arms, a safe place for them away from her. “Your hair is all tousled and smells like heaven, your mouth is all swollen from my kisses. Mine. I can’t miss your hard nipples through that skimpy little top and your legs. Jesus, your legs are spread and I ache to step between them again.”

Of course, as soon as I said all that she crossed her arms over her chest and clamped her legs shut. Good, now she could see how dangerous she was.

“You don’t mind that I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“You think it bothers me that you’re inexperienced?” I ran my hand over the back of my neck when she nodded.

I smiled at her and my heart hurt, wishing I could chase the shadows away. I would. I would take all those feelings of self-doubt away, one kiss, one touch at a time.

“I’m going to love seeing what makes you hot. What gets you wet. What makes you come.”

CHAPTER NINE

EMORY

“It’s been five days. Five days, Em, and now you’re telling me?” Christy pointed her fork at me. “I mean, he’s seriously hot.”

I glanced around, seeing if anyone else in the hospital cafeteria was paying attention to us. I felt uncomfortable enough sharing the details about Gray with my friend, and didn’t want anyone else at the hospital to know either. It wasn't that I didn't want to tell her, I just had a hard time telling anyone. How did I explain it? How did I explain him? The connection? The chemistry?

“I barely said more than goodbye to you at the party after he and I talked, and besides, it’s not like I left with him.” I stabbed my fork into the leftover pasta, spun it in circles so it wound around it.

“You went out to lunch with him on Sunday and he was at your house for dinner last night!”

Thankfully, my mouth was full of the spaghetti from Casale’s so all I had to do was nod.

“Is he,” Christy looked left and right, then leaned in. “Is he…good?”

My cheeks heated a bit, but I was more amused than embarrassed. She, too, was curious about The Green Machine. Then I thought about the kiss in my kitchen and I went a little hot and dreamy. That was the only one of the night, besides when he kissed my forehead when he left, at a tame hour of nine thirty.

“We haven’t done anything,” I replied. The kiss was mine, a little secret I shared with Gray and I didn’t want to do anything to ruin it by having Christy know about it.

“Is he gay?” her voice rose at the question and a few heads turned.

I sat back and crossed my arms over my chest, slowly shaking my head. “No.” I laughed because I’d questioned the same thing. And the kiss we shared? He was definitely not gay.

“Then why not?”

I knew what she meant. Why not sleep with him?

“Is it because he’s…him? I mean, he's the biggest MMA guy in like, eons!”

“I didn’t know who he was.” I glanced at my watch. I had fifteen minutes until I had to get back to the ER. Christy was still in administration, so while I sat there in a pair of pink scrubs, she wore a skirt and blouse.

Her fork froze halfway to her mouth. “You didn’t…even I know who he is! I mean…he’s the…The Green Machine.” She whispered his name and for that I was thankful. I didn’t need anyone to know I was even talking to Grayson Green, let alone seeing him. Or dating him, not-dating him or whatever it was we were doing. We were kissing. No, we kissed. One time. “He’s drop-dead gorgeous, if you go for that bad-boy-fighter-who’s-hot-as-holy-shit type.” She used air quotes as she described him. “Have you seen all the women that hang all over him?”

The pasta in my mouth lost all its flavor. “Of course I’ve seen the women that hang all over him,” I countered, frowning. “I've seen the pictures, the video. The hot, young women with the boobs. It's all over the internet.”

She reached across the table and put her hand on top of mine. “Yes, but he’s interested in you. Besides, you've got halfway decent boobs.” She glanced down at the front of my scrub top. I rolled my eyes and her quick grin made me relax. “When are you going to see him again?”

I shrugged, finishing my pasta. The meal had been delicious and even with a guy like Gray who ate at least twice as much as me, there was enough leftovers for the rest of the week.

“He has a meeting tonight, so we didn’t make plans. What?” I asked, when she gave me a look. “We've known each other less than a week. I'm not going to be clingy. He's got a life. I have one too, or at least I'm working on it.”

He had said he’d call and see me soon, and while those lines were usually the death knoll for any possible future, the heat in Gray’s eyes when he said it, when he leaned in and gave me the sweetest of kisses on the top of my head, I believed him

. I believed in the feelings I had when I was with him. I just had to be cautious with them, because I was falling for him, and fast. If he turned out to be an ass, I'd be crushed.