Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free PDF

would practice my skills in the kitchen. It just gives me so much pleasure. Matthew worked so many weekends. I think it kept me from getting lonely.”
    That last statement had Jackson wondering what kind of fool man her husband was if he could ignore the beautiful woman across from him who cooked like an angel.
    As they finished the meal, they shared stories of their past. Billie told him of how she always wanted to play doctor growing up, while Jackson told her of how he felt bonded with the land he worked. As they discussed the town’s history and the funny and unique residents that resided there, she looked up at him. Not for the first time that evening her heart did a series of small flutters. His gaze ran warmly over her features as he said, “I meant what I said. That was one of the finest meals I have ever been privileged with. Thank you, Billie. I know you must be exhausted from the drive and settling in. I truly appreciate it.”
    “Well, then I suppose mentioning that I made my favorite dessert would be out of order?” she questioned him.
    Like a starving man, he wished she would slowly undo the buttons on her shirt and delicately show him his dessert, but instead he heard himself say, “So, what would your favorite be, Billie?” Please say me, he thought, chuckling to himself.
    She got up, and, with a small skip to the counter, brought over her offering. A warm, heavenly scent of apple and cinnamon wafted up to Jackson’s nose. “Tell me that’s not apple pie.”
    “Okay, it’s not apple pie.”
    Jackson laughed heartily. “May I please have a big slice? I promise to help clean up this feast and even offer you a reward.”
    Billie had several ideas of what he could offer but was feeling so languid after the meal she decided to keep them to herself. “What sort of reward?” Instead of an answer, she was met with silence. She looked up at her cowboy, stunned to see him chewing with his eyes closed and a sexy smile of bliss across his face. It made her hot to see him in the midst of such enjoyment, even if it was only from her pie. “Jackson?”
    “Oh sorry! This pie is really delicious. It needed to be savored with my eyes closed. You know, some things are just meant to be appreciated that way.” Billie wondered what else Jackson enjoyed that way.
    As they finished off their third glass of wine, Billie felt the warmth fan out from her belly to her limbs. Jackson helped her clear the last of the dishes to the sink and stood closely to her. She could feel his gaze on her backside as she loaded the dishwasher. Tingles began to run up her spine.
    Jackson’s heated gaze devoured the curves in front of him. She was built the way he thought a woman should be. Lush breasts that met the gentle curve of her waist made his hands itch to run his fingers lightly down her sides. His hands were halfway to cupping her ass when he turned to grab a dish towel on the counter. As he moved in closer, he reached around her, brushing her arm, reaching for a pot to dry. His mouth went dry and he felt momentarily light-headed as blood rushed to his groin. Shit, how was he going to hide his arousal? He tried to focus on the work at hand, but her sexy, sweet scent kept coming back to him.
    Suddenly she turned around, not realizing how close he was. She placed her hands on his rock-hard chest for balance.
    Jackson swiftly inhaled, feeling like he was being branded. Much like earlier in the day, he was bemused at his reaction. His breathing became slightly uneven and his dark gaze looked down into her sensual eyes.
    “And now for your reward, my lady.” Butterflies tingled over Billie’s stomach as she heard the words that left his lips. He drew her by the hand to the couch. Jackson sat her down and gave her a wolfish grin. He pushed one dog in one direction on the floor and another in the opposite. What was that man up to, she wondered? As he set about making her first fire in the fireplace, she watched his muscles flex