Faith in the Cowboy (Taming the Cowboy) Read Online Free PDF

man. She released his shoulders to slide her hands between them, over his chest, wanting so badly to unsnap his shirt and feel his skin against hers. She went as far as crumpling the fabric in her hands before she came to her senses and smoothed the shirt against his skin. She pressed her palms against his chest and eased back, the lack of oxygen to her brain making her reckless.
    He lifted his head to look at her, not releasing her, not stepping back. That should have scared her, should have worried her, but with West, she wasn’t afraid. She looked up into his blue eyes, shadowed in the dark barn.
    “Not here.”
    He drew in a sharp breath. “My RV is really small.”
    And her bedroom was right next to Noah’s. No way could she invite him inside the house. Frustration shuddered through her. But she didn’t want to have sex in a barn. She wasn’t that desperate.
    “I’m really small, too.”
    His grin flashed, and he stepped back, taking her hand. The horse huffed behind them, and he released her, grin fading.
    “I have to look after her. Ten minutes, tops.”
    Disappointment swirled in with that reckless passion. Damn reality, always trying to intrude. “Can I help?”
    He curved his hand around her cheek and bent his head to hers. “Why don’t you go to my RV and warm up? I’ll be there in a few minutes.” Before she could answer, he angled his mouth over hers again.
    The kiss was sweet, his tongue barely brushing her lips, but held a promise that she felt to her core.
    “Don’t change your mind,” he breathed, a glint in his eyes when he released her to turn to the horse.
    What was she doing? She fumbled for the light as she stepped into the RV. She didn’t have casual sex. The only sex she’d ever had was with Miguel, and he’d taken months to convince her to sleep with him. She’d known West two days, had first kissed him less than ten minutes ago. Crazy. But she couldn’t fathom walking away. Every nerve in her body craved his touch, was aching to see what he’d do to her, how he’d make her feel.
    She distracted herself from her doubts by looking over the RV. It wasn’t big, didn’t have as many sections that expanded like Liam’s did, but was neat as a pin, the carpet clean, the counters wiped down and clear of any dishes or glasses. She eased down the hallway to the bathroom, which had one slide, or else he’d never fit in that shower, to find it as clean as the kitchen.
    Who was this guy?
    She stood at the end of his bed—made—and saw what he meant. Small. Queen-sized, probably, but with him in the bed—
    The door opened behind her and her heart practically jumped out of her throat. She pivoted to watch him come in, tucking his hair behind his ear as he did. He smiled and stopped at the sink to wash his hands, as she just stood there, like an idiot, in his bedroom. She had no idea what she was doing.
    But then it didn’t matter, because he was walking down the hall to her. He pulled her into his arms, up against that strong chest, and kissed her, long and deep, his nose cold when it brushed her cheek, his lips soft, his stubble alternately tickling and scratching her skin, but she loved it, loved the masculinity of it. He threaded his fingers through her hair before cupping her head in one big hand, turning her where he liked.
    She covered his hand with hers and rose up on her toes, kissing him back, trying to work up the nerve to unbutton his shirt. Instead, she did the other thing that she’d been dying to do—touched his hair. Just the ends first, shyly, finding them as silky as she’d fantasized. For a moment, she wondered if this was a fantasy, and opened her eyes to see him looking at her.
    So she slammed hers shut again and let her fingers twine in his hair, lifting on her toes to get closer, to deepen the kiss. He glided his hands down her back to cup her ass, making her gasp into his mouth. It had been so long, so long since she felt like this.
    She released his hair,