Part Time Cowboy (Copper Ridge Book 1) (10 page)

But it was necessary.

Suddenly, it was so very necessary.

She arched her hips against his and felt the very hard, irrefutable evidence of his own investment in this explosion of need. She wanted everything all at once with an intensity that defied anything she’d ever experienced. And she wanted it with all of herself.

Her heart seized tight, a painful spasm, and suddenly she felt herself move away from him, jumping back like a startled cat.

She was shaking. Her hands, her knees and everywhere in between. And kisses did not make her shake. And she didn’t kiss men she didn’t like. She didn’t kiss men in uniforms who had a fetish for order and cleanliness.

She didn’t yell at people, either, but right now the yelling was lower on her list of sins than the kissing.

“What did you... I don’t even... I’m going to go.” She turned, her shoulders stiff, her heart hammering in her ears.

“If I’d known a kiss would have gotten rid of you, I would have kissed you the moment I saw your car sitting on the side of the road.”

Oh. That. Did it.

She whirled back around, anger gaining traction in her again. “Well, sure, your kiss got rid of me. Congratulations. Now who’s going to help you get rid of the hard-on it gave you? Your right hand?”

He lifted a shoulder, his expression stone, the dull red color on his cheekbones the only indicator that he was affected at all. That the casual manner was a lie. “My right hand suits me just fine. And it’s a hell of a lot quieter than you.”

“Oh, sure, the masturbation reference you get. You must spend a lot of time alone.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked, the color in his face deepening. Embarrassment or anger? For some reason, she felt compelled to find out.

“No comment on that?” she asked. “Hugely shocking to me that women aren’t flocking to you.” But honestly, his body was stupid sexy and there were, in fact, women who seemed to flock to him. Or at least, one woman. That she’d seen. But, whatever, she was trying to make him mad, so truth didn’t have to come into it. Petty meanness was the only thing that mattered. “I mean, you’re a jerk. And you don’t like anyone in or around your house. You don’t even like flowers.”

He crossed his arms over his broad chest, and she had to fight to keep herself from looking below his thick utility belt down to where she was sure she would be able to see evidence of his arousal. She was so, so tempted. Because she’d felt it, and it had felt so good. And she was curious beyond reason about how it looked. How he would feel in her palm...

No. Stop it.

“I’m not fighting with you,” he said. “But I’m not changing my stance. My way, or no way. It’s up to you.”

So he wasn’t even going to acknowledge the kiss? He wasn’t going to fight back and feed her anger and make her feel justified and...and... That bastard.

“Fine,” she bit out. “I’ll work with you. But if you kiss me again, I’ll bite your tongue off.”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I don’t think I’ll be tempted again.”

That stung. And she had no idea why. Because they shouldn’t kiss again. They shouldn’t have kissed once. So that meant there was no reason for her to feel upset about him not wanting to kiss her again.

But she was.

“We’ll discuss this more tomorrow,” she said, straightening her shoulders, trying to maintain dignity she knew she no longer had. “And if I come back tomorrow and my azalea is maimed, uprooted or otherwise denigrated I will vandalize something on your porch.”

Then she turned and walked away, trying to calm her pulse, trying to calm the racing of her heart.

She just needed to go back to her place, calm down, and—now that the plumber had been in—get herself a cold shower to help recalibrate her stupid body.

And then everything would be fine. Tomorrow morning, she would be over this thing that had flared up inside her, and she and Eli could get on with planning the community barbecue.

Yeah, that was a very nice lie. And it was one she was going to keep on telling herself until she couldn’t anymore.

* * *

“T
HAT
WOMAN
IS
A
MENACE
,”
Eli said, pacing the length of his brother’s living room, all the blood in his body still heated to boiling since he’d gone and done the most stupid thing imaginable and kissed Sadie Miller like she was oxygen and he was suffocating.

“I don’t know, she hasn’t caused much trouble other than bursting the pipes, but even with paying for that, her rent is bringing in enough that we’re still coming out ahead on the agreement this month.”

“Assuming she doesn’t cause any more disasters,” he said.

“Well, sure, assuming that,” Connor conceded, sinking deeper into the couch, his legs sprawled out in front of him, his arms spread out across the back.

“Which is a big assumption, all things considered.”

“Untwist your panties,” Connor said. “You’re just still pissed because I did this without consulting you. And you don’t like change. And you don’t like feeling out of control.”

Well, dammit, was he that obvious?

“This isn’t about me. It’s about her.”

“Sure,” Connor said, resting his head on the back of the couch and drawing his hat down over his eyes.

“Will you stop that?” Eli asked.

“What?”

“Stop being so damned disengaged all the time.”

Connor straightened, pushing his hat back. “Sure, Eli. You going to arrange to have my wife returned to me?”

Eli’s chest seized up, his heart squeezed tight like it was locked in a vise. “You know I can’t.”

“Then maybe fuck off and stop commenting on how disengaged I am.”

It was rare for Connor to acknowledge that he was still grieving Jessie. But then, it was rare for Eli to call Connor on his bullshit in a serious way.

“Fair enough,” Eli said, his voice coming out tight.

“Now, I believe you were ranting about our tenant.” Typical of Connor. Get really pissed, then pretend it hadn’t happened.

“I was. She has plans. And dammit, Connor, I sort of have to side with her on them.”

Now Connor’s body registered some tension. “What kind of plans?”

“Community barbecue plans,” he said.

“And how does this concern me?”

“Because she wants to host things here,” he said. “Particularly, she’s planning on having a county-wide Independence Day celebration here on our ranch.”

Connor had the decency to look perturbed about that. “Here? On the ranch? I won’t have to do anything, will I?”

Eli let the implosion happen internally. He hadn’t imagined his brother would actually propose that he help out with things, but then, it would have been nice if everything that wasn’t cows didn’t fall to him.

Which was maybe really unfair of him, but at the moment he didn’t care.

“We’ll have to clear things with you and your schedule. And I would guess base some things around what fields you want your cows in at a given time. Also, if any barns are going to be used, that needs to be cleared with you.”

“Right. Fine. Just...when plans get more advanced, run dates and things by me and I’ll see what I can do.”

The fact that it made Connor look so damn tired brought Eli back from annoyance to pity. “Great. Sounds like a plan.”

Connor frowned. “What happened to your tie...and...all of you?”

“What?” Eli looked down and saw the streak of dirt on his tie. It screamed
feminine handprint
to him, but he was pretty sure that to the unknowing observer it looked like a streak of dirt. Still, it made him feel a lot more like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar than he would like. And it made him think about what had happened between him and Sadie, which, in all honesty, he hadn’t stopped thinking about since he stepped onto Connor’s porch, but now he just felt like his face was projecting the words so Connor could read them easily.

He tried to remind himself that Connor wasn’t that perceptive. And then he wondered what was wrong with him because any normal man would feel some sense of pride over kissing a woman as pretty as Sadie.

But then again...what they’d shared wasn’t exactly a kiss so much as an explosion that happened to be detonated by the meeting of their lips.

“You look like you rubbed up against the side of a barn.”

Eli looked at the rest of his uniform, heat making his face sting. He could see where every inch of her had been pressed against every inch of him. “Something like that,” he said.

Connor narrowed his eyes. “Something like that?”

“I wasn’t paying attention.”

“You pay attention to everything. Which means...you paid extra close attention to whatever happened to your uniform, because obviously you’re lying.”

“Why the hell have you chosen to get engaged with what’s happening right this moment?”

Connor raised a brow. “I think this is the first time I’ve ever caught you doing something you weren’t supposed to do.”

“I’m an adult. As long as it’s inside the law there’s nothing I’m not supposed to do.”

“But let’s be honest, Eli, the laundry list of things you think you can’t do is longer than your arm.”

“You don’t know everything I do.”

“No, but I know everything you don’t do. We live too close to keep secrets.”

“Fine. I brushed up against the barn.”

“Giving it a hug because you were so happy to see it?” Connor asked.

“Okay, you caught me,” Eli said, keeping his tone dry. “I found two women mud-wrestling just outside town and when I went to make sure they had a permit for it, they couldn’t keep their hands off me.”

“Now I believe you hugging a barn before I believe that.”

“Well, pick one. Because they’re the only two stories you’re going to get. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and start organizing this disaster of a party, because frankly, I just didn’t have enough to do.”

“You know you don’t have to do everything, Eli. There’s a certain freedom in just giving the world the middle finger.”

“Yeah, but since you do it so expertly, someone has to get in there and care.” Eli turned and walked out the front door, feeling like a total ass.

Grab a woman who hates you and kiss her? Big fat check next to that box. Insult your grieving brother? Check.

He was on a roll today. There was no denying it.

He sort of wished the mud-wrestling story was true. That would have been fun at least. There was nothing fun about what had passed between him and Sadie. Hot, yes. But not fun. And certainly nothing he could strut around feeling proud of.

When she’d pulled away from him...
appalled
wasn’t a strong enough word for the look on her face. She’d looked completely horrified that they’d touched. And he’d just wanted to grab her again. And kiss her more.

What the hell was wrong with him?

When he had...affairs, relationships...whatever you wanted to call them, he was careful about his selection. He found women out of town. He found women who weren’t needy or close in proximity. He found women who wanted sex and some easy, occasional companionship.

With the notable exception of Brandy, the last woman he’d been seeing, they were all very casual and very nonintense. Brandy had turned out to be something of a secret badge bunny and about the time he found her naked in the back of his patrol car begging him to put her in handcuffs, he’d known that relationship had to end.

And one thing was certain—he didn’t pursue women who didn’t want him. Sex was easy. Attraction was easy. It wasn’t...whatever this was.

And now he was officially too wound up to enjoy his downtime. Now he was on the verge of an extreme hard-on that would have to go unsatisfied. And now he was officially way past rest and relaxation, he realized during his walk through the property.

What he needed to do was focus on Sadie’s event plans. Yes, that was what he needed. He needed the control. Which, when he thought about it, was probably what the kiss was about. Some unevolved part of himself was trying to seize control through sex.

It had nothing to do with reality. Or with Sadie. Or with him genuinely wanting to shove her top up and her bra down so he could get a look at her breasts.

No, that had nothing to do with it. It was the power struggle. But there was another way. He changed direction abruptly, heading toward the Catalog House as quickly as he could, determination making each step hit the ground harder than was strictly necessary.

He took the steps up the porch two at a time and then knocked on the door.

* * *

S
ADIE
CHECKED
THE
REHEATING
quiche in the oven and smiled. She’d put it in just before getting in the shower. It was looking perfect. And it had taken her only a few tries over the past few mornings.

She’d done it before, but she usually used a premade crust and she’d decided that wasn’t going to cut it at Chez Sadie once she had guests. She took her oven mitts off the cabinet door and opened the oven, pulling the quiche out and putting it on the stove top.