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Zach Kincaid was definitely not what Ashley Drayton was looking for – one more risk-taking, bad boy to add to that long list of narcissistic, jerks who kept breaking her heart. Well, she was fed up. From here on out, bad boys need not apply. So how in the world had this cocky, confident cowboy charmed his way into her affections? She sure wasn’t going to succumb without a fight.
Ashley Drayton looked like the typical, spoiled Southern Belle that made Zach turn tail and head for the hills. As a champion team roper on the rodeo circuit and ranch owner, he sure didn’t need the complications a feisty, prima donna would bring to his life. When he finally did settle down, he wanted a woman strong enough to stand beside him in the hard-knock world of ranching and rodeoing.
Can a rough and rugged cowboy live happily ever after with a sassy and sophisticated socialite?
Ashley had just finished washing her face and changing into comfy sweats when Taylor Swifts’, “Blank Space,” ‘you look like my next mistake’ lyrics trilled on her phone. She snatched her cell like a life line, sliding her trembling finger across the screen to answer it as she belly-flopped onto her bed.
“Hi there.” Even she could hear her voice lower an octave as it whispered across the air waves to nestle in Zach’s ear.
“Hi yourself,” he growled in response. “It’s only been a few days since I saw you, but I can’t tell you how much I miss you.”
“Sure you can sugar,” she said as she rolled over, stretched like a cat and reclined back against the satiny softness of her comforter and abundance of pillows. A faint hint of lavender from the sachet she used to scent her linens teased her nostrils. “You tell me how much you miss me and then I’ll tell you.”
She could hear the background noise and knew he was in a public place. In her mind’s eye Ashley could see him glancing furtively left and right to see who might be within earshot. “What’s the matter, Cowboy? Afraid someone will hear you getting all mushy?”
“No, I’m afraid of getting arrested if I tell you just what I would like to be doing to you right now.” His voice dropped to a smooth murmur that reminded her of silk against skin. “You’re lying naked on that frilly bed of yours, sunlight slanting low through your windows spotlighting every one of your luscious curves and I’m standing in the doorway drinking it all in.”
“You do have some imagination, but I like what I’m hearing. Please continue.” Her limbs felt like warm, liquid honey as she sank deeper into the fullness of her bed and the tantalizing picture he painted.
The crowd noise became muffled so she assumed he’d found a more private spot to carry on their conversation. “I walk over, stretch out beside you, then kiss the dickens out of those sweet lips of yours. If I close my eyes, I can taste those chocolate covered strawberries that you like so much on your breath and I can smell the flowery perfume you wear.” His sigh reverberated with need and the tension of a taut rubber band. “Next, I’ll slip my hand up under that sheer piece of nothing you’re wearing and caress and kiss those perfect breasts of yours. Heaven, baby, heaven.” He moaned.
Her body responded as though he actually were beside her, doing all those marvelous things to her body. Her breath came in shallow gulps as she felt the heat build and swirl until she might spontaneously combust. “You’ve done this phone sex thing before, have you?”
“Never like this. What I’ve wanted from other women was a ripple in a pond. You’re a tsunami.” She heard an alarm dinging on his phone. “Oh shoot. It’s time for my appointment in the Sports Medicine trailer.” She heard the smile in his voice. “We’ll have to continue this conversation later. I’ll call you tonight when I get back to my rig.”
“Wait. One. Minute. Why do you have an appointment with Sports Medicine? Are you hurt?” Talk about a mood killer jettisoning her from all hot and bothered to nurturer in the blink of an eye.
“During our last run, the steer cut unexpectedly as I dallied and it jerked my arm. It’s probably just a sprain. On the bright side, I do still have both my thumbs. Luckily, despite our bum draw, our time was good enough to put us in the semi-finals so I’ve got a day to rest it.”
“You’re hurt and you’re still competing? And what’s this about thumbs? Are you crazy?”
“Not crazy, just determined. Rodeoing with a few aches and pains is part of the business and more than a few headers have gotten their thumbs caught between their rope and their saddle horn. It’s an occupational hazard, but not too common.” She heard the background noise increase in volume and knew he was moving. “I’m touched you’re worried about me. So what are you doing for the rest of the evening?”
“Lauren’s stopping by for dinner and girl talk.”
“Before we hang up, please tell me you’re wearing something skimpy and sexy to keep me going?”
Ashley looked down at her sweats, “I think you’d better keep that imagination of yours fired up since it’s so much better than the reality.”
“Well if you aren’t wearing something sexy, then at least tell this poor starving man who has to eat his own cooking tonight, what you’re having for dinner.”
“You are such a goof,” she chuckled. “Enjoy your evening and take care of yourself.”
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