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“What are you grinning at, missy?” he asked, moving away from the middle of the line to stand before her.
She dropped the smile, but when he stepped into her personal space, towering over her, she stared back, unable to disguise her lust. His enticing scent wrapped around her. He didn’t smell of cologne or anything that could be found in the current day, but instead the scent of masculinity from a bygone era. Woodsmoke, leather, and clean manly sweat vied for attention and filled her nostrils, making Jocelyn a bit light-headed with inappropriate yearning and unfulfilled desire.
He stepped closer. “Hand over all your valuables, missy,” he demanded in a low, sexy voice. The deep tone made her nipples perk up and her clit twitch in long-neglected need.
“I…I don’t have any valuables,” she whispered. Quickly licking her lips put his ardent focus directly on her mouth.
He grunted, then his pupils widened as if her answer, or maybe licking her lips, affected him at a deeper level. He leaned even closer. The red kerchief mask only an inch from her face. Their noses practically touched. She wanted to tug down that mask and lick him. A tremble ran down her body in anticipation of what might happen if she took such a bold action.
What was going on with her? She was never so affected by the opposite sex. Then again, she’d never been this close to a cowboy before. And this cowboy pushed her libido on its ass and sent it tumbling across the dusty trail she stood on. She wanted him. At the very least, she wanted a kiss. Which was a big, fat lie because she wanted more than just a smooch.
The thought of kissing this masked bandit—or better yet even more salacious contact—sent a pulse of juice straight from her pussy and directly into her panties. She breathed out a long sigh, ruffling the lower edge of his mask.
For as much as she wanted this stranger to kiss her silly, Jocelyn suspected he wouldn’t be allowed to given the nature of this amusement park. But she really wanted him to. Lowering her gaze to the edge of his mask, Jocelyn wondering what he’d do if she tugged it down and plastered his mouth with an exuberant public display of affection.
As if he read her lust-filled mind, the man hooked a finger into the mask on his cheek, pulled the kerchief down, revealing a ruggedly handsome face dusted with a day’s growth of whiskers, and said, “Then I guess I’ll have to steal a kiss instead.” And then he did, much to her elated shock.
Although, there was not much of a theft involved. His lips barely grazed hers. However one of the other bandits coughed loudly the moment their lips connected.
A wayward thought occurred to her and her grin resumed. She straightened. “I think you should give up your life of crime.”
His eyes narrowed in obvious surprise at her statement. A smile played around his lips. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She nodded as if to give weight to her advice. “And I certainly don’t want to contribute to it.” His puzzled gaze focused on her mouth again. “To that end, you can’t steal what’s freely given.” She launched forward, and flung her arms around his neck.
“Wha—?”
Jocelyn didn’t let him finish his short question. Instead, she planted her lips hard on his, and pushed her tongue into the warmth of his mouth. He tasted deliciously of mint and coffee. At first he stiffened and grunted in surprise, but then the curl of his tongue around hers offered a relaxed and languorous second feeling. He leaned in, wrapped an arm around her shoulders, making the kiss deeper and easier for her to explore. He never once even attempted to stop her enthusiastic overture. He was the best kisser she’d ever had the pleasure of locking lips with.
Jocelyn got lost in the passionate spontaneous embrace. She forgot everyone and everything around her. The stagecoach disappeared, the other passengers were gone. She failed to recall where she was or even who she was as his lips moved expertly over hers and his tongue swirled and looped seductively in her mouth. The crotch of her panties was hopelessly saturated, but she didn’t care. Her mind filled with all manner of sexual positions she might coil herself around in with this perfect man.
After what must have been several long, breathless seconds, one of the other masked riders commented loudly, “Hey. We should get going before the sheriff gets here, don’t you think?” His tone was amused, even when he added shortly thereafter, “Oh, crap. Too late.”
