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“What do you say? Want to get out of here?” LeAnn said, nuzzling his ear.
“Do you know where this will wind up if we do?” he asked, resting his hand on the small of her back. “Be sure this is what you want. No regrets.”
“I’ve been a good girl since the day I was born and look where it’s gotten me,” LeAnn said. “I spent the last four years trying to get back my Goody Two-shoes reputation. I’ve been ridiculed by lots of people for riding a bronc. I’ve had to fight my parents for every ounce of independence. I spent the last year with Mick doing everything in my power not to sleep with him. That should have told me he wasn’t the one.”
“What’s changed?” Dylan asked.
“I have. Now pay the tab and take me back to your hotel room.”
For a terrible moment, she thought he was going to turn her down.
But then a wide smile spread across his face. “Yes, ma’am,” he said.
Chapter Two
Dylan figured they’d go back to his hotel room, kiss and fool around for a bit and when LeAnn got cold feet, he’d offer her a drink and then drive her home. But he had sorely misjudged her determination to get laid.
The hotel room door had barely closed when she was kicking off her boots and pulling her shirt over her head.
“Whoa,” he said, stopping her as she was about to shimmy out of her jeans.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking unsure of herself.
“Slow down, sweetheart. We have all night.”
Wincing, she said, “Actually, we probably only have a few hours. Otherwise, my sisters are going to come looking for me, and they can be pretty relentless.”
“Give them a call and tell them where you are.”
LeAnn was already shaking her head. “They’re really overprotective. Not as bad as my parents were, but I don’t want to deal with them tonight.”
He stroked a finger down her cheek. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re getting cold feet.”
“It is a little chilly in here,” she said, looking uncertain for the first time. She sat down on the bed and stared at the floor.
“I can turn up the heat.” He fiddled with the thermostat. She looked so pretty in her bra, but Dylan didn’t want her to be cold. And as much as he wanted her, he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. “Do you want to put your shirt on and we can go grab a cup of coffee?”
“Do you not want to have sex with me?” LeAnn asked.
Talk about trick questions. He sat down next to her on the bed. “More than anything. But it doesn’t have to be tonight.”
There was something about her that called to him, had always called to him since she’d been eighteen and had danced like a dream in his arms. She had been a talented kid, an upcoming rodeo star. But then, all of a sudden, she was a grown woman, beautiful and desirable. It had been a little disorientating, and he had felt odd having sexual thoughts about her after knowing her when she was younger.
Dylan had left her eighteenth birthday party early before he did something he’d regret. But after a few weeks, he had realized he wouldn’t regret anything. LeAnn was legally an adult and only five years younger than him, so he got over his fear about robbing the cradle real quick, but not quick enough to save her from having to deal with that asshole Mickleson. He wouldn’t have minded waiting until she was ready. Unlike Mick, he wanted more than just a romp between the sheets.
“No, it does,” she said. “It absolutely has to be tonight.”
Quicker than he would have expected, LeAnn straddled him and pushed his shoulders to the bed. He had just gotten pinned by a woman who was half his size. But he wasn’t complaining. The view was gorgeous, and she fit nicely on his cock that was pressing relentlessly against his jeans.
“I don’t want to talk anymore,” she said, bracing herself on his shoulders as she leaned over him. “All I do is talk. It’s time for action.”
Dylan was confused and turned on in equal measures. Women didn’t wind up in his hotel room and demand sex. You read about that in magazines and watched it on porn sites, but it never happened in real life. So this couldn’t be real. Not that he was complaining. And if it had been anyone but LeAnn Keller, they’d already be under way.
While she had caught his attention on her eighteenth birthday, beautiful and tough in equal measures, LeAnn always had been a force to be reckoned with, both on and off her horse. He had wanted to get to know her better, but if she hadn’t been with Mick, she had been with her family. Family and Dylan didn’t go together. In fact, long-term relationships and Dylan didn’t fit either. She should know that before this went any further.
“Sweetheart, I’m not boyfriend material.”
He didn’t have a “real job.” He traveled from rodeo to rodeo all over the United States. His savings account was nonexistent and if he didn’t win an event and collect his prize money, he slept in his truck.
