Redneck Romeo (Rough Riders #15)(34)

Dalton grunted.


“Feel the difference in that stretch?”


“Uh. Yeah.” His arms shook and stopped supporting his body, so when he dropped to his knees, Rory’s hands slid over his butt.


His perfectly round cowboy butt. She wanted to dig her fingernails into that hard, tight flesh. When he flexed his butt cheeks like he’d read her intentions, her hands fell away.


Dalton lifted his head and her crotch was in his face. Right at his mouth level. So close she could feel his rapid exhalations between her thighs. So close it would only take a slight tilt of her pelvis…


Their eyes met.


The hunger in his sizzling blue gaze had her retreating.


Rory strolled to her spot, trying not to imagine the rough stubble on Dalton’s face abrading the inside of her thighs. Or how she’d direct that smirking mouth exactly where she wanted it and put that sassy tongue of his to good use.


Her gaze met Dalton’s and he licked his lips. Had the man been reading her mind?


Probably. Because face it, Rory, you’re pretty damn transparent.


She shook herself out of it and worked through the final stretching exercises before instructing her students to grab their straps for cool down.


Normally savasana was her favorite part of class. Stretched out on her mat, eyes closed, remaining motionless as her mind drifted into blissful nothingness after a hard yoga workout.


But tonight, her thoughts were focused on a hunky man five mats away. A man who’d taken her suggestion about getting to know her seriously. A man it was getting harder and harder to shake off. She wrestled with the truth that she didn’t want to shake him off. She liked his attention.


People around her began to get restless—her sign savasana was over. She coaxed everyone out of the relaxation state and finished the practice in lotus position with Namaste.


The yoga group didn’t stick around to chitchat after class. Vanessa pointed to Dalton, waggled her eyebrows and mimed call me before she scooted out the door.


Leaving Rory and Dalton alone.


She wandered over. He remained in savasana on his mat. “Dalton? You all right?”


“No,” he groaned. “You wrecked me. I can’t move. I think all the muscles in my body have seized up and you’ll need to take me to the ER.” He groaned again.


“So you’re admitting yoga is hard?”


“Hell yes.” Dalton cracked an eye open. “Wasn’t there supposed to be chanting? Sitting around doin’ deep thinkin’ about life and shit?”


Rory laughed. “In some yoga disciplines there’s meditation and chanting. Not in this one.”



“I’m a pretty fit guy. And this class kicked my ass.”


“I’ve heard that a lot. Come on. I’ll help you up.”


“No. I’m good. The padding on the floor ain’t all bad. I’ll just sleep here tonight. Or I’ll be dead come morning.”


“Dramatic much? Since you’re the last one here, by default you’re selected to help me put away the equipment.”


“Mmm-hmm. Give me a day or two to get back to normal.”


“Dalton.”


“But if I die…dyin’ was worth it.”


“Excuse me?”


“Seeing your ass in yoga pants? Definitely worth havin’ this post-yoga paralysis.”


Rory leaned over and thumped him on the chest. She shrieked when Dalton’s hands circled her biceps and he tugged her to the mat, rolling to pin her body beneath his.


“Omigod, you pervert. Get off me.”


He grinned. “Say please.”


“I’m so gonna kick your ass, McKay.”


“Bring it, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got you locked down, yogi.”


She studied him. God. She could get lost in the masculine planes and angles of his face. The man was just too damn good-looking. Her gaze dropped to his full lips. Lips that could be hard and yet soft. Lips that could coax and tease. Full lips that showcased his panty-dropping smile. Lips that were curled into a very cocky smirk. “Were you faking?”


“Nope. My body aches like a motherf*cker right now.” He bent to nuzzle her neck. “I wanna taste you, Aurora. Lick the salt off your skin.”


Why was this turning her on?


Then Dalton’s tongue snaked out and swept down the side of her throat. His deep, male groan vibrated right down the center of her. “I’m dying to learn every inch of you with my mouth.”


Rory’s body arched when his lips connected with the skin below her ear.


He murmured, “Want you, need you, have to have you. Goddamn, woman, the way you respond to me is such a f*cking turn-on.”


Somehow her brain came back online. “I figured you were turned on with the way your cock is digging into my belly.”


His lips brushed her temple. “I’ve got a better idea of where I could put my cock so it’d be out of the way.”


“It’d still be in my way and hard for me to talk since I’m pretty sure you’d like to shove it in my mouth.”