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“The suspense is killing me,” she said, but she was very excited to meet Lila Rogers. She followed Dolly up to one of the boxed seats where the corporations had their own rooms overlooking the arena.
“There she is,” Lila said, opening her arms wide when she saw them. She had large rings on each one of her fingers. After kissing the air on either side of her cheeks, Lila said, “We’re so happy to have you on our team.”
“What?” LeAnn asked, turning to Dolly in disbelief.
Dolly grinned and presented her with a new shirt. “Surprise!” It was turquoise with white piping and had the Cowboy Couture logo on the chest.
Not knowing what to say, LeAnn blurted, “I’m going to put this on.” Dolly just grinned even wider and pointed her toward the bathroom.
She switched shirts and stood for a moment looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn’t believe it! She had done it. Cowboy Couture’s sponsorship would keep her in gas and Garth in oats for the rest of the season. Now all she had to do was win the whole damned thing.
And find out what the heck was going on with Dylan.
It wasn’t until after the barrel-racing competition that she caught up with him again.
“Okay,” she said, grabbing on to his arm. “I’m done for a few hours. Let’s go back to my hotel room.”
“I read about stuff like this happening in Vegas,” he said.
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” she said.
LeAnn hailed a cab, and it whisked them down the Las Vegas Strip to her hotel. She could barely contain her curiosity, but she wanted their conversation to be private and uninterrupted.
But as soon as they cleared the door for the hotel room, Dylan said, “I love you.”
And LeAnn figured explanations could wait.
“I love you too. And I missed you so much. Tell me that we’re okay.”
“We’re okay.”
“And you can live with me being a bull rider.”
“I can live with it as long as you live,” he said.
“Deal.” She jumped back in his arms, stripping off her new sponsor shirt and bra as he carried her to bed.
“Missed tasting you,” he said, tugging off her boots and then her pants.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, cowboy,” she said.
Clothes flew everywhere until they were naked and pressed against each other. Rubbing against him, she kissed him until she couldn’t breathe. What the hell, breathing was overrated anyway.
“Are you wet enough?” he panted, slipping a finger inside her.
She groaned at the contact. “Yes, please.”
“I don’t think you are.” He left the bed, and she slammed her hand on it in frustration, but couldn’t resist ogling his fine muscled backside as he grabbed his jeans off the floor and pulled out a string of condoms from his pocket. “Hold these.” Dylan tossed them at her, then rejoined her on the bed.
Settling in between her thighs, he passed his tongue over her clit.
“Damn,” she screamed, digging her heels into the bed.
He continued kissing her there, licking her intimately until she moaned his name. Sparks of pleasure jolted along her limbs in time with his lapping tongue. She tugged on his hair, moved against his mouth until she had the rhythm that built her orgasm up to a crescendo that froze her limbs and then crashed over her, leaving her shaking and limp.
In the next instant, he sheathed himself in a condom and entered her.
“Yes,” she crooned, digging her nails into his shoulders as he sank deep inside her.
