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  “Yeah, I do.”

  “I’ve had a few one night stands.” Okay, more than a few, but nowhere near the number Cassidy seemed to think. “I’ve had women I saw for a few months at a time, but it was never serious. I’m not a whore.”

  “Sorry I had the wrong impression.”

  My stomach twisted at how she saw me. Did she think she was going to be another notch in my belt? Hell no. “Look at me.”

  She did, her green eyes gazing at me as the light breeze blew her red hair.

  “I can’t even explain how I feel about you, but I’m ready for another serious relationship. With you.”

  “Me?”

  “You make me feel things I haven’t in a long time. Yes, when I first took you out it was for a stupid reason, but since then, you’re all I want. You’re all I think about. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I almost don’t care about getting back on a bull again—almost. I want to get to know you and your son.”

  She nervously let her eyes dart around, trying to look anywhere but at me. “I don’t know. It’s been a long time for me, I’m not sure I’m ready.”

  “I understand, but you’re not going to slip through my fingers.” I took her hand in mine again, pressing my lips to her knuckle. “You should give me a chance.”

  She stared at my mouth on her hand then back up to my eyes. “I like you.”

  “That’s a start.”

  “I suppose it is,” she agreed.

  “How about we get back on Penny and go eat?”

  “Sounds good.”

  I stood then helped her up, not letting her go. I was never letting her go, especially now that she knew how I felt.

  ***

  “That was good.” Cassidy pushed the chair back from the small table.

  “I can’t take credit. The local chicken place supplied this meal.”

  She smiled. “Well, I’ll make sure to go kiss the owner of that place then.”

  “Oh hell no, sweetheart. Those lips are mine.”

  She sauntered toward me then slung her leg over me, settling into my lap and gazing into my eyes. “And what do you want to do with these lips?”

  Oh fuck, that was an open ended question. Saying I wanted to slide my cock between those lips most likely wasn’t the answer she was looking for, so I settled on kissing her, because I could never get enough of that anyway. Only the little tease didn’t let me have her as long as I’d wanted.

  “I have to tell you something.” She chewed her bottom lip.

  “Don’t be nervous. You can tell me anything.”

  “Well, it’s just.” She took a deep breath. “This third date thing.”

  “I told you earlier we didn’t have to have sex. It was off the table.”

  “I, uh, want to though and I was hoping I could come over here and seduce you, but…”

  I hated how distraught she looked. “But what? Just tell me.”

  “I haven’t had sex in seven years.”

  I stared at her, trying to get the words to register. Seven years, that was a long time.

  “And you wanted to come over here and fuck me in this disgusting barn?” I lifted her from my lap and set her on the ground.

  “Well, yeah.”

  “Hell no. We’re going to do it right and a lot more romantic than this. You deserve so much better, especially if it’s been so long.” Seven fucking years!

  “I’m nervous I won’t be any good.”

  There was no way that could be further from the truth.

  “But I want to, with you, tonight.”

  I blew the candle out. “Are you sure?”

  She nodded and rubbed her arms. On one hand, I didn’t want to rush things, she’d obviously been waiting for the right guy, and shit, she’d chosen me. But on the other hand, if I turned her down tonight, she’d feel rejected and from what I knew about Cassidy, that would be a mistake.

  “Then let’s head up to my place.”

  Chapter 11

  Cassidy

  I can do this. Yes, I can. No reason to be scared. None what so ever.

  Who the hell was I kidding? Ryder was in his kitchen getting us both a beer and I was alone in his living room, wondering why I’d told him I wanted to have sex and that it had been seven years. Couldn’t I have just told him it had been a few months? He probably thought I was some sort of freak.

  “Here you go.” He came toward me, holding a brown bottle out.

  I took it, noticing he’d already popped the top off for me. Pressing the cold glass to my lips, I chugged half of it down, hoping it would give me the courage I needed. I did want to be with him and wanted to remember what it was like to be with a man—Ryder. I wanted him with every fiber in me. Needed to feel him buried deep inside me, filling me, making me lose myself.

  “You have a very clean place.”

  “I like it orderly.”

  “I don’t have a cleaning bone in me. Hate it.”

  “I have someone who does that for me. I just have to keep it picked up.”

  Rolling the bottle between my palms, I said, “I don’t even do that, though the idea of someone cleaning my place for me is appealing.”

  He set his barely touched beer on a side table. “How about I give you a tour?”

  “Does it end in your bedroom?”

  He chuckled. “If that’s where you want it to.”

  “I do.”

  “Should we skip the tour all together?”

  “No, I want to see your place.”

  He took my hand in his and I held the beer in my other hand. I intended on finishing this before the tour was over. We went into the kitchen and I was in awe.

  “Do you cook in here?” I glanced around, taking in the snow white cabinets and dark blue granite counters. There was an island in the center with pots and pans hanging above it.

  “Nope.”

  “What do you eat?”

  “I go to my parents most of the time.”

  “I like cooking some. Mostly baking.” I eyed the double oven, just thinking of all the things I could make. Muffins, cakes, cookies, brownies.

  I took a long draw of beer as he tugged me along the tour. I’d already been in the immaculate living room, we skipped the dining room—if he had one—because he was busy leading me down a dark hallway. Several white doors were shut but at the very end we entered a large bedroom.

  “The most important spot of this tour,” he said, reaching for my beer, but I didn’t let him have it.

  I finished it off then wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before handing him the bottle. He tossed it in the trash. The room was well put together—not that I expected anything less after seeing the rest of his place. Half of my bed had clean clothes on it, waiting to be folded. I usually just slept with them, tossing the dirty clothes on my floor.

  I’m a slob, I know.

  I’d have to hire someone before I ever allowed him to step foot into my place.

  “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

  “It was a little more passionate at the barn, now that we’re here, it’s kinda weird.”

  He stepped behind me, placing his lips on the back of my neck. A shiver tore through me as he lightly kissed, letting his tongue run along the ridges.

  Weirdness was gone. I was all for being seduced.

  “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.” He pressed his lips to my shoulder.

  “All of it, I want it all.” I sounded like a slut, but there was no turning back.

  “God Cassidy, I want tonight to be special. But you saying those things makes me want to strip you naked, feast on your pussy, then fuck you.”

  “I want that.”

  He groaned, spinning me around. In a swift move, my tank top was torn off and thrown across the room.

  “You’re magnificent. I could stare at you all day.”

  I caressed his toned chest as I tugged his shirt from his waist band. “I want to see you shirtless. Maybe it will make me we
ak in the knees again.”

  “Is that so?” He reached behind me, unclasping my bra. “Is that what happened the day we met?”

  My cheeks warmed, hoping I hadn’t said something so stupid as I did. It was out now, oh well. “Don’t get a big head.”

  “I have one head that’s big for you.”

  I glanced down, his erection large in his jeans.

  Ryder undid my jeans and as I wiggled them down, I kicked my boots and socks off too. All that was left was my thong. He took the lead, removing his shirt. But before I could reach for his jeans, he lifted me in his strong arms, dropping me to the bed.

  “Oh no, sweetheart. Not yet. I want to pleasure you first.”

  He pulled me to the edge of the bed and dropped to his knees.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat. Was he really going to go down there? I always thought it was some fantasy women had since no man had ever attempted to put their mouth on my pussy.

  “I told you, I want to taste you right here.” Lightly, his finger ran along the outside of my thong and I gasped. “Is that okay?”

  “It’s just…” My words trailed off, wondering if I should tell him. I’d already mentioned going seven years without sex. Did I want to tell him that I was untouched in the way he wanted?

  He tugged my panties down my legs. “It’s just what?”

  “I’ve never been pleasured that way.”

  He stared at me. “You’ve never had a man’s mouth down here?”

  “No.”

  He grinned wide. “You’re in for a real treat.”

  He licked his lips and before I could even form another thought, his tongue glided through my slit.

  “Holy shit!” I cried out.

  He chuckled softly, but kept up whatever he was doing, and it was good. Somehow he was able to find all the right places. When his teeth ground against my clit, I thought I might die.

  “Ryder!”

  He spread me wider, burying his face deeper. He moaned, licking back and forth. And when he swirled around my clit, he pressed two fingers into my opening.

  That was it, I couldn’t hold back. I had no idea what would happen when I came, but I couldn’t stop it. Digging into the comforter and fisting the material between my knuckles, I screamed, grinding into his face. This was insane how good it felt. Every single nerve was on fire as my legs lifted, my back arching.

  Why the hell had I never experienced this before?

  Ryder kissed his way up me, sucking on my breasts before lying down next to me. I had to return the favor for the pleasure he’d just given me.

  “How was it?” he asked.

  “As if you need to ask.” I shoved him onto his back, yanking at his jeans until I got them unbuttoned.

  I wanted to please him the way he’d done for me. Slipping his jeans and boxers away, he kicked them off. His cock was large and thick, a drop of cum on the tip. Licking my lips, I started to bend forward, but he stopped me.

  “Not this time. By the time your lips wrap around me, I will have lost control.”

  He sat up, reaching for the night stand where he yanked out a brand new box of condoms. Tearing it open, he removed a foil package. I took it from him, tore it open, then positioned it at the tip, rolling it down.

  “I want to ride you, cowboy.” I grabbed his Stetson from the nightstand, putting it on my head.

  “Oh God, woman, this is sexy.”

  He scooted back, holding my hips. I then raised up as he positioned his dick at my opening. With a quick move, I brought him deep inside me.

  “Damn it. You’re tight. Stay still.” He ground through his teeth. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No.”

  He took several deep breaths. “I wish I could let you ride me as long as you want, but it’s going to be quick.”

  There was nothing wrong with that. Just having him inside me, stretching me to accommodate him had me ready to go again.

  Slowly, I rose up and down, my eyes closed as I felt it all. Each inch of his shaft, in and out. It was like he was made for me. It had been seven years, but I couldn’t remember ever feeling this filled or this connected with someone else.

  My release built quick and I could tell from his breathing he was doing everything he could to prolong this. Sitting up straight, staring down at him, I bounced hard and fast.

  “Cassidy!” he screamed. “I can’t. I can’t!”

  I couldn’t either. Pleasure rippled through me and I cried out words, not even sure if they made any sense. Leaning forward, I held his shoulders, pumping hard into him. His breathing caught in his throat as he groaned loudly, joining me in release.

  A moment later, I collapsed on top of him, slowly rolling off of him. He turned to his side, staring at me with such love in his eyes. I hadn’t been looking for love, but it had found me. If I wasn’t so stubborn, I could have a real future with this man.

  “That was awesome.” He rubbed my cheek. “Let me recoup then we can go again.”

  I kissed his cheek then closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his arms around me.

  Chapter 12

  Ryder

  I woke to the sound of a quiet curse. Rolling over in bed, I saw Cassidy slipping her shirt on in the dim light.

  “Morning,” I said.

  Her back still to me. “I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

  “Come back to bed.” I patted the side she’d been occupying just minutes ago.

  “I need to get home.”

  “Why?”

  “Uh, my son.”

  “Who is asleep at Beth’s house.” I’d made sure of that. Cassidy’s co-worker and I had planned the whole evening out. Minus the sex. That would have been weird.

  “Still. I didn’t mean to sleep here.”

  “What’s the big deal? We had sex, and people stay the night after if it means more than just sex.”

  She turned toward me, wearing only her shirt and panties, and fuck, I couldn’t let her go. Her long red hair was a tangled mess and she still had on yesterday’s make up that had darkened around her eyes. I’d never seen a woman more gorgeous and fuckable in the morning.

  “Last night meant something but this is new to me. Remember the whole no dating and seven year thing.”

  I crawled across the bed, taking her hand in mine. “I do and it would be a shame that we only did it once. It’s been seven years, sweetheart, I think we should do it again.”

  A smirk crossed her lips. “No.”

  I wasn’t taking no for an answer, well unless she meant it, but that flirty smile told me I had permission to try my hardest. Yanking her down on the bed, she yelped but I quieted her with a kiss as I climbed on top of her, spreading her legs apart and positioning my cock against her panties. I held her face in place and kissed her hard, knowing I could convince her this way.

  I trailed down her jaw and made my way to her breasts, giving her a little nibble over her shirt. Her breasts weren’t my destination, that sweet spot between her legs was. As I kissed down her soft stomach, I pushed her shirt up so I could have a peek at her breasts in the black lace bra. Just the vision of her breasts while I feasted on her was enough to put me over the edge.

  Looping my fingers into her panties, I tugged them down. One taste of her pussy wasn’t enough. Besides, this woman needed me to pleasure her there daily to make up for all the shitty ass lovers she’d had in the past.

  “What are you doing?” she said breathlessly. “We had sex.”

  “And I care?” I pushed her thighs apart. “This is mine and I want a nibble before I let my cock sink deep in.”

  She moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue around her clit. She was a goner and all mine. I ran my tongue though her slit, pressing into her opening before going back to her clit. I’d learned last night how responsive she was to this one motion. She gripped the bed sheets, her breathing picking up. She was almost there, ready to release, but I wanted to be inside her this time. My morning wood wasn�
��t up to the idea of a long fuck.

  I placed soft kisses on her inner thigh before climbing off of her and grabbing the box of condoms from yesterday. Once I had one on, I got back on top of her. With my cock at her opening, I stared down at her as she gazed back. Her eyes were dark with passion, for me. It was still a mystery to me how I had no interest in settling down until Cassidy.

  Thrusting in, I groaned, unable to believe how tight she was around my shaft. I stilled myself to keep from losing my load before I’d even gotten her to her own release.

  “Hold on. This is going to be hard and fast.”

  She tickled me with her nails as she ran them across my arms, up my neck and into my hair.

  Oh hell. I drove hard, needing to be inside her. Reaching back, I grabbed both her legs, pressing them up so I could get inside deeper.

  “Ryder!” she cried out.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  “No, more. I need more.”

  “That I can do.” And willingly.

  Her shirt was still up from when I’d shoved it up earlier and I caught site of her breasts jiggling as I thrust. I wanted to fuck those breasts, feel my cock between the soft skin.

  Shit.

  My release was right there and I wasn’t going to last.

  “Ryder!” She tightened her fingers in my hair and her inner walls hugged around my shaft.

  Oh shit.

  That was it. I joined her, finding my own release. My entire body was on fire and I milked each ounce of pleasure before dropping onto her, letting her legs fall to the sides of me.

  She held me close, caressing my upper back. After a moment, I rolled off of her.

  “I want to wake up to you each morning.” The words slipped out before I could stop them.

  “Would be great, but I have a life that doesn’t let me just stay at my boyfriend’s—or whatever you are—house.”

  “Boyfriend. You got that part right.”

  She giggled. “This was unexpected.”

  “Very much. And I think we can arrange waking up together each day.”

  “It’s too soon. Shiloh has never had a man in his life and I don’t know how he’d take to it.”

  “Let me spend some time with him. Get to know him. I won you over, didn’t I?” It hadn’t been easy, but her son couldn’t be any tougher.