Hot Cowboy Nights (Lucky Penny Ranch #2)(64)

“Got any beer in that trailer?” she asked.

“The four that we left out at the well are in the fridge. I don’t think they smell much like skunk,” he answered.

She slipped her hand in his. “Let’s go talk baby names and find out.”

“Baby names? Are you telling me something?” If any other woman had said that to him, he would have cleared the fence in one leap and been halfway to Muenster before he stopped for breath.

“I’ve already named Stormy’s quadruplets. They are Fefe, Duke, Raylan, and Hoss after mine and Allie’s favorite cowboys, past and present. But the twins out there in the pasture need names if we’re going to keep them,” she said. “I’m not pregnant. I’m on the pill and I told you before I wouldn’t do that to you, Toby.”

She entered the trailer before him, went straight to the refrigerator, and started pulling things out. “We were going to eat in Olney but we were so wound up talking about the donkeys that we forgot so I’m making omelets. What do you want on yours?”

“All of it.” He reached around her and removed two beers, twisted the caps off both, and set hers on the cabinet. “I’ll make the toast while you whip up the eggs. I’m sorry that I didn’t make the turn and go on into town and get us something to eat.”

“No need to be sorry. I know how to cook and omelets are my specialty.”

The kitchen area was tiny so all he had to do was take two steps and he was behind her with his hands around her waist. She flipped around, slung her hip against the refrigerator door to shut it, and rolled up on her toes. Her hands cupped his face and then her lips were on his in a steamy kiss.



Pretty, brilliant sparks danced around the trailer and Lizzy’s knees went weak. She leaned into him and the second kiss was even more sensational. Hormones whined. Her heart thumped so hard that her chest hurt. Her hands were clammy and his hands on her back were like fire. She wanted him and nothing was going to fill the aching void but Toby.

He pushed back, questions in his blue eyes as they bored into hers.

“Omelets now or later?” she panted.

“Later than what?” he asked huskily.

“How hungry are you?”

“For what?”

She started unbuttoning his shirt at the top, stopping to admire and touch the soft hair on his chest on the way to the bottom. When she reached the last one, she tugged the tail out from behind his belt, slipped her arms around his body, and laid her cheek against his chest.

“Let’s make love and only use words when necessary,” she whispered.

“Is that a pickup line?” he asked hoarsely.

“I don’t know. I’ve never said it before but it’s what I want to do right now. Is the door shut so Blue can’t disturb us?”

Little gold flecks sparkled in her brown eyes. How was it that he’d never noticed that before when they were having sex almost every night?

“You are so beautiful.” His tone said that he wanted her to believe him.

With a hop, her legs were suddenly wrapped around his waist, her body pressing against his zipper from the outside that made his erection ache. And yet, he couldn’t rush this. It had to be different from the sex they’d had before. Tonight had to be special, and tomorrow morning when she awoke, she had to realize the difference.

Their lips met again. The excitement of their tongues touching, the feel of her body heat, the tightness of her thighs against his side; the heat was hotter than anything he’d ever experienced.

“I’ve wanted to touch you all evening, but this is only our second official date. Is this the way normal people do this?” He buried his face in her hair and carried her to the bedroom.

“We’re not normal, Toby. Face it. You are wild and hot and sexy and I almost married a preacher.” The kisses grew in heat from a campfire to a blazing wildfire sweeping across the state, devouring everything in its path.

“A match made in heaven?” He chuckled.

“Probably not heaven but right now you can take me there and we’ll check it out.” She smiled. “Do I really make you hot?”

“Can’t you tell?” he groaned.

“I bet I can get out of my clothes faster than you can,” she teased.

It was a tie but they were both breathless when they fell back on the bed. He rolled on his right side and she flipped over on her left one, their faces only inches apart. He ran a hand down her back from her neck to cup her butt cheek.

“I like the way your eyes go all dreamy when you touch me,” she said.

“No words,” he reminded her.

She nodded and traced his lips with her fingers, letting them roam from there down his chest to his erection. Then suddenly she pushed him backward and flipped over on top of him. In an instant, ready or not, he was inside her and she’d taken over the whole game. They rocked together until she was panting so hard that she could scarcely breathe. He pulled her closer to him and with a fast roll he was on top, and the tempo increased until there was an explosion like he’d never felt before. The look in his eyes said that he was every bit as satisfied as she was. He tried to say her name, but a guttural moan was all he could force from his lungs.

He rolled to the side, taking her with him and when he could speak he said, “Oh, Lizzy, I’m so sorry.”