Carrillo's Cowboy by Tee Smith (classic novels to read .txt) 📗

she could. His warm hand worked its way around behind her, gripping her butt and pulling her thigh up, Callie wrapped her leg around him. Their curiosity turned to passion as he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the house. Their lips barely breaking contact.

Finding her bedroom door and closing it behind him, he allowed her legs to fall and held her while she found her feet, before eagerly tearing her sundress up over her head, leaving her exposed in just her bra and panties. He stopped then, drinking her in, his eyes wide.

“Wow! You are even more beautiful than I imagined,” he confessed.

Callie blushed. He had been thinking about her? She had been thinking about him too. Imagining how this moment might be. She hadn’t been with anyone but her husband in almost fifteen years. Talk about being rusty.

She had seen him mostly naked that first night when she had caught him in a towel. She knew what to expect, but she’d longed to touch, to taste, and to be touched by him. With shaky hands, she reached for his buttons and silently sought his permission. His smile was all she needed to unbutton his shirt. Within seconds the buttons fell away, exposing his hard chest. She knew he worked hard, and his rippling muscles showed that, as she ran her fingers softly over his skin.

His big hand wrapped around the base of her skull, and behind her neck, tilting her head to face him. As his lips found hers again, he kissed her while he reached behind her, skilfully unhooking her bra. She let out a small gasp as his lips left hers and trailed soft kisses over her neck, her clavicle, and finally down to her breast. His lips and tongue grazed her sensitive nipple, and she leaned into him with a moan.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his mouth moved to her other breast.

How long had it been since anyone had called her beautiful? Too long.

Feeling for his belt buckle, she hastily loosened it before clasping the zip of his jeans, feeling the tightness that strained against the denim as he gently walked her backward her bed.

Chapter Seven

Sunlight tore through the bedroom window, forcing him to blink several times to adjust. He hated to sleep with the curtains open. He preferred complete darkness, but rolling over and taking in the vision beside him, he was grateful for the same.

Spending the night with Callie had been more than he had dared to imagine, and he had gone to bed many nights thinking of her. Her skin was soft beneath his touch, and her kisses devouring. She was different from other girls he’d slept with; with her, it hadn’t been about showing off. It was like a slow dance of passion, one that they each knew the moves to, had rehearsed a hundred times, and yet, they hadn’t danced together before. It was almost graceful. Perhaps this was what it felt like; to be falling in love with someone. To want to give yourself over so completely to another soul and feel they were giving themselves to you.

“Hmm, hello,” Callie squeezed out, her voice still thick with sleep.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiled before planting a kiss on the side of her forehead. “How’d you sleep?”

Callie stretched, and let out a soft, pleasurable moan. “Amazing, “she sighed.

Somewhere in the house, they heard a noise. One of the kids was getting breakfast. Callie’s brow furrowed. “Oh shit. The kids.”

Caught up in their passion, they hadn’t given the kids any thought. Well, he hadn’t at least. He was not familiar with needing to worry about such things, but still, he understood.

“Do you want me to go?” he asked, nodding toward the double French doors that opened from her bedroom out onto the wrap-around veranda.

A mixture of sadness and relief passed across her face before she reached out and placed a gentle palm on his cheek. “Do you mind?” her eyes questioned.

“We haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I know.” When she moved to a sitting position, she took the sheet with her, covering her breasts, and he felt a pang of disappointment. “I enjoyed your company last night. Thank you,” she said. Her actions not matching her words.

His mind ticked over. He had never had an issue with leaving in the morning. The truth was, he usually couldn’t get out of a girl’s bed fast enough. Pulling back the covers, he reached for his jeans when Callie clasped his hand.

“I’m sorry, Cody. It’s just . . .” she hesitated as she had yet to formulate what she wanted to say. “The kids have never seen me with anyone other than their dad and . . . well . . . you know.”

He nodded slowly, taking her words in. Grace and Austin had been accepting of having him around as a farmhand. His mind wandered to his parents. How would he cope being thrust into a similar situation?

Meeting him at the door that opened to the veranda, she leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, her kisses not as urgent as they had been last night, but it took all his will power not to take over and drag her back to her bed. He wanted more of her. All of her. Everything.

Pulling away from him, she placed both hands on his side and pushed him toward the door. “Later,” she smiled as if she were reading his mind.

Chapter Eight

“Hey, good morning,” she called out to Cody as Grace and Austin climbed into her four-wheel drive. “I’m taking the kids into town this morning. I have to pick up some supplies from the store. Do you want anything?”

It had only been a couple of hours since he had left her bed, but he had obviously showered and shaved in that time. A small touch of warmth touched her cheeks at the memory of their night together.

“I’m good. Is there anything you want me to do while you’re out?”

“What are you