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Dylan answered the door before she could knock. He was shirtless and his hair was sticking up, as if he had been running his hands through it.
“I wasn’t sure if you were going to come.”
“I wanted to face the music in person,” she said, pushing by him. LeAnn resisted the urge to touch the muscles on his chest and abdomen.
“I’m still pissed,” he said, closing the door.
“You have a right to be,” she said. Now that she was here, alone with him, she was no longer nervous. “I’m sorry. Is there anything, any way, I could make it up to you?” For a moment, she was horrified that he would take that as a come-on, but she should have known better. He wasn’t Mick.
His hard-ass stare softened and he rubbed the back of his neck wearily. “Yeah, just don’t lie to me again. And as your coach, I want you to listen to me when I tell you how to become a better bull rider.”
“I will,” she promised.
“That means you ride the bulls I tell you to. And if I want you working on other things, you don’t give me a hard time.”
“I can do that,” LeAnn said, relieved that he hadn’t suffered for her poor decision.
She felt weepy because his reaction was so different from what she had received from her parents. She would rather chew glass, though, than let Dylan know that she was seconds away from bawling her eyes out.
“All right then. In that case, I want you to meet me at the body shop on Eighth Avenue at six in the morning tomorrow.”
“Six a.m.?” LeAnn cried out, almost forgetting that she wasn’t going to argue with him anymore.
“Are we going to have a problem?” he asked mildly.
“No.” She’d be there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you. I know you’re still sore from today.”
Truth was with so much else going on, she hadn’t had time to think about her aches and pains.
“Call me when you’re ready, and I’ll pick you up. We can have breakfast before the gym if you need to fuel up.”
“You’re the boss,” she said.
“I could get used to hearing that.”
LeAnn didn’t want to go back to the Winnebago. She didn’t want to leave him. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she lightly stroked up and down his arm. Her fingers tingled at the contact.
“What are you playing at?” he asked, his voice husky.
She was lost in his eyes, could spend the night just standing here. “I want you,” she whispered and pressed her lips against his.
Dylan hauled her against him, kissing her roughly. She felt his anger in the way he held her, but instead of being afraid, her body thrilled to his touch. It felt wonderful to hang on to him while he ravaged her mouth. Pressing against him, LeAnn ran her hands up and down his back.
It didn’t matter that he was probably still pissed at her and that she shouldn’t get involved with a rodeo cowboy while she was trying to win an important event. But all that she wanted was right here and she couldn’t walk out the door without experiencing the heady passion that she had almost convinced herself she had imagined. With each pass of his tongue over hers, with his hands roving all over hers, LeAnn’s expectations built until she was trembling.
Her fingers dropped to the waistband of his pants.
“Sweetheart,” he said raggedly, dragging his mouth from hers.
Feeling daring, she kissed down his chest, pausing to flick her tongue over his nipples.
He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair. Frenzied now, she kissed down the hard planes of his abdomen until she knelt before him. Slipping his cock out of his pants, she gripped him.
“You don’t have to do this,” Dylan said, shivering as she darted her tongue over the tip.
“I want to,” she whispered and then took him in her mouth.
