Page 17 of Cowboy Superstar

He rounded the pool and closed the distance between them as she voiced her question.

“How long have you been … into me?”

“Long enough that it’s time to do something about it.”

He stopped right in front of her, and Windsor’s nipples peaked against the cups of her bra at the intent expression on his face.

“I have to agree with you there,” she said.

Like it was choreographed, one of his hands slid around her side to the small of her back, and the other threaded through her loose blonde hair. His mouth came down on hers, and she moaned as their lips touched. His tongue slipped inside, and Windsor felt its stroke more than just there.

Her hands locked behind his neck as he kissed her deeper, more fully, like he’d waited a lifetime for this moment. She lost track of time and the entire world as she gave herself totally over to the kiss.

God, he is a great kisser.

He took his time and yet tasted her like a starving man. She pressed her body against him, desperate to be closer.

He finally tore his lips away from hers for the briefest moment to speak. “I had a feeling it would be like this. Wildfire.”

“Call it whatever you want. I just want more.” She pressed her lips to his and kissed him again.

After who knows how long, Windsor was ready to climb him. “I can’t wait. I need⁠—”

“I know what you need, sweetheart, but contrary to what you might think, I am not an exhibitionist, and we aren’t putting on a show for whoever might pass by.”

Windsor had totally forgotten about the two glass walls of the barn. “Shit.”

Reality intruded instantly. Because like him, she wasn’t the type to put her personal life in the spotlight if she could avoid it.

“Don’t worry. We’re all good. But …” He pressed another kiss to her lips. “As you mentioned previously, I’ve got a big bed that I’ve imagined you in for way too long now, and I propose we give that a shot before we settle for just any flat surface we can find.”

“I don’t think it would be settling,” Windsor said with a laugh.

“Don’t tempt me, woman, or I’ll have you on that massage table in no time at all.”

“What are you waiting for?” she whispered. “Sounds great to me.”

He pressed his forehead against hers and gripped her hips with both hands.

“You deserve better, Win. You deserve care and savoring. Not a fast fuck behind any closed door we can find.”

She sucked in a breath. “Haven’t you waited long enough?”

“I sure have. But I’m not a kid anymore. I can wait a few more hours and have all night to make you mine.”

She let out a sigh. “Why does that sound so good?”

His lips found hers for another taste. “Because we’ve both been heading toward this moment for a long time. And it’s finally going to happen. No rush. No hurry. Just you and me in an empty house where you can scream as loud as you need as you lose your mind over and over again.”

She’d been wrong. He wasn’t dangerous or devastating. He was going to be life-altering.

“You don’t just want sex, do you?” The words came out unexpectedly.

His forehead rocked against hers as he shook his head. “Glad you’re finally getting with the program.”

She should have backed away, terrified of exactly what that could mean, but she tried honesty instead. “I don’t know how to do this, Bo.”

“You seem to be doing just fine to me,” he said, tasting her lips again.