Coming February 9, 2010

   Payton Whittier, sex goddess.
   Jeff admired the sway of her hips and her easy stride as he followed her through the parking lot. Already he was regretting the impulse that drove him to approach her. What was he going to say? Do you need a loan to buy the rest of your skirt?
   It was a rare occasion when he found himself without words. And, unfortunately, this was one of those times.
    The sexy sway of her hips kept his gaze locked on her backside. She had an ass that inspired dirty, nasty thoughts. When she’d leaned over the pool table that rear of hers jutted out at the perfect angle and height to take her from behind. Round and plump, it would be easy to sidle up behind her and press his cock into those lush cheeks.
    Pip staggered. “Damn it.”
   “Did you hurt yourself?” Sliding an arm around her waist, he helped her regain her balance.
   “No, just being graceful as usual,” she muttered.
   “Guess we should’ve taken the long way around through the grass.”
   A slight hum was her only answer.
   Continuing on, he noticed how rigid she held herself. What would she do now? Push him away or accept his help over the gravel? To his surprise she relaxed into him, anchoring her arm around his waist. Even though she was six inches shorter than he, they walked together as if they’d been doing it for years. Naturally falling into step together, there was no hesitation, no bumping of hips or struggling to keep in rhythm. It was effortless.
   Her scent, an intriguing mix of a delicate floral and warm female flesh, wrapped itself around him like a winter coat. Being this close to her, feeling the soft weight of her breast and the plush curve of her hip against his side served to confirm what he already knew.
   He wanted her badly.
   Even though it was close to midnight, the parking lot was well lit. Maybe too well. He glanced at the expanding lump behind his zipper. If he was lucky she wouldn’t realize his cock was giving her a standing ovation.
   Reaching the edge of the lot, they walked into the grass toward a small picnic area. He guided her toward an old picnic table sheltered by the droopy branches of a weeping willow. The dense branches gave the illusion of privacy, and he was pathetically grateful for the shadows that hid his, ahem, enthusiasm, to see her again.
    “It’s beautiful out here,” she said.
   “You’re kidding, right?” He nodded toward the bar. “With that noise?”
   “Well—” she shrugged, “—if you can tune out the music then yes, it’s lovely.” Tipping her head back, her silken curls tumbled over her shoulders. “I’d forgotten how many stars were up there.”
   “There’re no stars in Chicago?” he teased.
   She flashed him a smile. “Too much light pollution. You have to go way outside the city to see stars like this.”
   When they reached the table he released her, surprised at his reluctance to do so. Instead of sitting on the bench she headed for one end and settled herself on top of the table. When she crossed those gorgeous legs, he forced himself to look away.
   “It’s been a while, Pip.” Even as he spoke he was telling himself to shut up. Could he be just a little more lame? Maybe next he’d ask about the weather.
   “Nine years.”
   Standing in the darkness staring out over the lake, he had nothing to say in response. Scrambling for something, anything, she spoke before he could form a sentence.
   “Cowboy.”
   In her soft, familiar voice his nickname became a siren’s call. He could no more avoid turning around than taking his next breath.

Tags : Kissing Cowboy
Categories : Books, Men of SWAT, New Release