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Interlude With A Cowboy

Haven’t finished this one yet. Extremely rough draft.

Section of Chapter 3

Larissa raised a trembling glass to her lips and sipped, trying to calm her jangling nerves. She sucked in a hard breath as she watched him stride through the diner back to their table.

Damn, his coming side is just as yummy as his going side. The thought of that long, hard body pressed against her had need pouring through her veins like lava.

He stopped beside the booth, boxing her in, his lean frame mere inches from her body, and looked down. “So, Larissa, have you decided where you want your dessert?” Electricity stretched and snapped between them as their eyes met. Pure lust blazed,  open and unrestrained for anyone to see. They both knew what would be happening tonight. The only question was when.

She nodded.

“Well, where would you like it?” His low voice rolled through her, making her thighs tighten around her sex.

Larissa swallowed, watching as Evan followed the movement of her throat. He raised his eyes once more to hers. The carnal lust pouring from them had raised another notch, and she shivered.

Taking a deep breath, she answered, “My room.”

He nodded tightly in response and held out his hand. She grasped it, thrilling in the sparks that jumped up her nerves from his touch. He paused to throw some money on the table, then cupped her elbow as he guided her towards the counter.

Larissa was glad for his steadying hand. Her legs wanted to wobble beneath her. In a haze, she allowed him to maneuver her through the tables to the exit. He held the door for her, and they descended down the concrete steps to the street lit parking lot.

The coming of night had done little to lessen the summer heat. Yet the rough texture of his callused hand on her bare skin sent chills down her spine in anticipation of what was to come.

Once they reached the edge of the diner, she turned to him. He looked down at her under the yellow light of the street lamps with concern etched on his handsome face. Tentatively, Larissa reached for his hand and lifted it up, her grip loose. She examined the strong lean fingers and tanned skin a moment before rolling it over. It came to rest on top of her open palm. She ran her thumb slowly down his lifeline, familiarizing herself with his touch in her own way. Her other hand slid into the pocket of her shorts and slowly pulled out the key to her room. Closing her fist tight, the metal bit invitingly against her skin. She raised it up and placed it, with its clunky room number fob, across that strong, caring hand and curled his fingers over it. In her mind, she knew she was handing him more than a key. She was giving him much more.

When he caressed her cheek and tilted her downcast face up to meet his eye, she knew he understood that as well. She wanted him to kiss her right then and there in the middle of the worn down parking lot of the old diner, but he didn’t. The insecurity lacing her eyes made her flush with shame, but she couldn’t hold it back.

Why won’t you kiss me?

Determination steeled his features as he squeezed her upper arms. Turning, he tucked her to his side and strode toward her room, his arm curved around her body. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed through the thin cotton fabric covering her waist, teasing her senses and heightening her anticipation all the more. The sound of crickets chirping and the click of his boot heels against the pavement were loud in her ears as the door to her motel room got closer and closer. A car passed on the distant road fronting the diner, and the sound of his footsteps echoed off the wall of doors before them. She could make out some of the details of her Bronco now. The temp tags in the back window. The shape of the taillights.

His arm holding her was warm and strong, pressing her to him. The buckle of his belt winked and shone in the pale light as they moved ever closer to the door. Her fingers itched to caress it. To feel the tension of the smooth metal releasing the rough leather. She wanted to hear each tine of his zipper pop as she slowly pulled it down. She wanted to lock every moment they had together tonight into her memory. Somehow she knew one night with this handsome cowboy would eclipse the pain and hurt of walking in on her now ex - husband, and she wanted to relish every second of it.

By the time they made it to the door, she was so aroused she knew she’d come with a single touch to her throbbing clit.

They came to a stop in front of the door, and he pulled her into his embrace. His masculine scent invaded her senses, as desire swirled through her veins and clouded her mind. He nuzzled her hair at her temple, and whispered, “I want to love you all night long. Are you ready for that?”

Practically dizzy with wanting him, her arms clung to his back. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The smooth cotton of his shirt rubbed against her cheek as she nodded.

He cupped his hands around her face and gently pulled her back so he could see it. “Tell me the words. God, darlin’, I need to hear you say the words.”

He looked like a man at the edge of his restraint. Desire ran rampant across his features as he looked at her eyes, then her lips. “Tell me. Please,” he whispered hoarsely.

Her chest tightened and her stomach quivered as she trembled beneath the force of his heated gaze. Her words were breathless, yet full of conviction. “Yes. I want it, too. I want to be with you more than anything right now.”

He slammed his lips against hers as his hands slid from her face down her neck. They continued to trail down her back until he took her completely in his arms and crushed her to his hard body.

Larissa gripped him around his waist and kissed him back with the same urgency. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She pressed against him, running her hands up his muscular back.

A jangling briefly cut across her consciousness in the midst of their kiss, and somehow they made it into the room. Her back hit the door as it closed, and she parted her lips, opening for him. His tongue slid into her mouth, taking it in long possessive strokes. He tasted just right. All spicy, dominant male, and she couldn’t get enough of him. His tongue tangled with hers as he pressed her tighter between him and the door.

She wanted desperately to climb up him and take him between her thighs as he drove that long hard shaft that was pinned between them into her core.    

Suddenly his palms were pressed flat against the door on either side of her head. His kisses slowed. They were no less passionate, but the urgency was restrained, coiled back like an animal waiting to strike. He kissed her lingeringly as she ran her fingers through his hair pulling him back to her. She wanted his passion. She needed him to want her just as much as she wanted him.

He pulled reluctantly away from her, and she tried to guide his mouth back to hers so she could kiss him again, but he resisted with a masculine chuckle.

“Take it easy, Larissa. I want you so goddamned much I’m about to bust out of my jeans, but I’m not going to take you against the door our first time. No matter how damn tempting it is.” His voice softened. “We’ve got all night, and I plan on knowing every last inch of you before it’s over. Starting now.”

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