Hot Cowboy Nights (Lucky Penny Ranch #2)(72)

“Probably in the next thirty minutes. He texted me a little while ago,” Toby answered.

Well, crap! She’d worn those damn uncomfortable silk underpants that kept crawling up her butt all evening for nothing. Allie would want to talk about the trip. Blake would drag Toby off to discuss cows and hay and clearing more land for the cows he’d seen in Muenster. And there would be no makeup sex.

Unless you do some manipulating in a hurry. Surely to God you picked up a few lessons from Mitch in that area.

“I’ve got to get home. I should be there when Mama arrives so she can talk about her trip,” Lizzy said.

“I’m going to wait over at the house for Blake and Allie,” Deke said. “Maybe Blake has a friend down in Muenster who’s interested in starting small and building up.”

“I don’t think so, but you can wait. I’ll take Lizzy home and be back after a while,” Toby said.



Like a gentleman, Toby walked her to the door.

Like a descendent of a hooker, Lizzy took his hand after the good night kiss and led him straight up the stairs.

“I thought your mother was coming home soon,” he whispered.

“I didn’t say that. I said I should be here when she arrives, but their flight doesn’t get in until after eleven tonight and then it will be another couple of hours before they get home. I won’t see her until breakfast.” She smiled over her shoulder at him. “But I will listen to her talk about her trip then, and all day tomorrow she will pop in and out of the store and tell me tidbits.”

“You are a player,” he said, and grinned.

She swung open her bedroom door and led him inside. “I do not pretend that I’m a neat person, but this room is probably at its best right now.”

“I’m not here to pass judgment on your housekeeping.” He turned her slowly and placed her arms around his neck. “I’ve heard that makeup sex is pretty awesome.”

“I wouldn’t know from experience but I’ve heard the same thing.” She tiptoed and kissed him. Sparks flashed around the room, bouncing off the walls and landing on the floor, reminding her of Fourth of July fireworks. When she broke the kiss she was already breathless.

“Really, no makeup sex in your history book?” He backed her up several feet, sat down in the rocking chair, and pulled her onto his lap.

The next kiss was even hotter. Maybe it was because he ran his hands up under her tank top. Skin on skin. Blistering steam. Melting hormones whining for more. Mind-blowing kisses.

“No makeup sex in my history book,” she muttered. “Yours?”

He bent his head to nuzzle the inside of her neck. “Not a single time. If you don’t get involved, you don’t break up.”

Lord, why had no one ever kissed her on that sensitive part of her neck before? Every nerve in her body was singing in anticipation. Every hormone was gearing up for one hot cowboy night.

“How is it that you never fought with Mitch?” he asked.

She didn’t want to talk about Mitch, think about him, or hear his name. Not when Toby had unfastened her bra and now had one of her breasts cupped in his hand.

“We never fought. I let him have his way every time,” she groaned. “God, Toby, I don’t want to talk about him when every inch of my body is crying your name.”

“Want to talk about Laney or Lisa or the girl at the café?” he asked.

“Hush!” She pulled his T-shirt up over his head and ran her fingers through the soft hair on his chest. “I could sleep on this every night for the rest of my life.”

“I could let you.” He stood up.

She wrapped her legs around his body and he carried her to the bed, but she wiggled out of his embrace before he could put her head on the pillow. In an instant she’d shimmied out of all her clothes and stood before him wearing nothing but her brightest smile.

“I liked the white panties better,” he said.

“Oh?” she asked.

“They are you. Those aren’t.” He pointed at the bikini underwear on the floor. “Don’t be something you aren’t.”

“You, either,” she answered.

He shucked out of his jeans and boots, leaving them in the same pile as her things. “Which means?”

“You are more than a one-night-stand cowboy.”

He smiled as he picked up her naked body and fell onto the bed with her in his arms. “You really see that in me?”

“That and so much more,” she said breathlessly as she pulled his face to hers.

She could feel the steel hard erection against her belly as his hands explored her body, and his lips scarcely finished a kiss before another began. Every nerve in her body stood at attention, ready to be touched, to be satisfied, to feel his hands touching and exploring. Her fingertips were so sensitive that every part of his body she touched sent shock waves through her own nervous system.

Did he get the same thing when he touched her? Was that what made his blue eyes go all dreamy and soft?

The questions faded quickly because she couldn’t think of anything but touching him more, feeling his muscles ripple and then tense at her touch, his erection throb against her bare skin as he ached to be inside her.

“Please take me,” she begged. “I’m going to explode any minute.”