Texas Heat by Denysé Bridger
Chase Jordan is a man with half his life missing since his return from the war in Iraq. He arrives back in Texas, a drifter looking for home. When he arrives at the Double D ranch, the owners know him, even if he can’t remember them. Cheyenne’s been infatuated with Chase since her high school days, but Deke MacKenzie’s already made it clear to Chase that his kid sister is off limits
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“Miss
MacKenzie,” he said.
She
walked around the truck and looked at him.
The
speculative look in her eyes kissed the back of his neck with a tingle of
uncertainty. He was always edgy around her, like something was close but still
eluding him. He didn’t like it.
“It’s
Cheyenne, Chase,” she reminded him.
He
nodded. They’d done this dance a time or two before. There was something too
familiar about her, but he couldn’t pin it down. The now customary flare of
annoyance woke inside him. Half his damn past was missing since he’d come home
from Iraq. Maybe he’d known her once, though he couldn’t imagine forgetting
someone like her. “Something I can do for you, ma’am?”
She
laughed and dropped the tailgate on the pickup, bending over with what he knew
was deliberate intent. There was no denying the appeal of her well-shaped ass in
the tight jeans, and his cock twitched in response. She turned, tossed him a
beer, and sat on the tailgate looking at him while she took a swig of her own
drink.
Chase
opened the can of beer and drank half of it. He strolled to the truck, braced
his arm casually on the side as he stared at her. “You haven’t answered my
question, Cheyenne.”
She
twisted around until she faced him, and cradled the cooler between her breasts.
Her nipples were clearly outlined and pushing against the thin cotton of her
tank-top.
He met
her candid stare and grinned at the challenge in her expression.
“Why
don’t you like people, Chase?”
“I like
people just fine, ma’am,” he said. “I just prefer my own company to that of
idiots.”
She
considered his reply then shrugged. “Do you consider me an idiot,
Chase?”
He
laughed. “No, ma’am.”
“Good
answer,” she said.
“I have
work to do, Cheyenne.” He finished his beer and tossed the can into the
ice-filled hamper containing the rest of the six-pack she’d brought with
her.
“You
work for me, too, Chase,” she reminded him softly.
He took
a long look at her, his appraisal meant to be offensive and
blatant.
At only
a little over five feet tall, Chey was stacked and curvy in all the right
places. Her long auburn hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and she wore no
makeup.
He
dropped his gaze to her breasts, fingertips tingling as he contemplated what her
skin would feel like, and taste like if he leaned in and took one of her ripe
nipples into his mouth. She slid a little bit closer to him and he shook off the
heat that was building inside him. “Thanks for the beer, ma’am. I’ll be getting
back to my work now.”
He would
have left but she grabbed his arm and he was too aware of the pebbled point of
her nipple brushing against his bicep.
“I
want―”
He put a
finger over her lips, silencing her as he shook his head. “Baby, I know what you
want, but I’m not playing that game.”
She slid
her hand along the front of his jeans, stopping to squeeze hard and his cock
reacted instantly and pushed against the heavy denim.
“I want
you to fuck me, Chase,” she whispered, her gaze locked with his, the glint in
her dark eyes a clear dare. “I think you want it, too.”
He
smiled and let the predator in his nature emerge in his expression. More than
one woman had backed off when his smile went dark and warning.
Cheyenne’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down. Her chest rose and
fell as her breaths quickened with obvious excitement.
“You
don’t know what you’re asking for, Cheyenne,” he told her. “I don’t play
nice.”
“Maybe I
don’t want nice?” she said, uncertainty in her words.
He
needed to push her away while he still had some control over the situation. He
took the bottle she’d been clutching and tossed it aside, grabbed her ponytail
and eased her head back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Leaning in, he
licked the smooth hollow at the base of her throat, smiling against her skin
when the tang of sweetness and sweat touched his tongue. “You have no idea how
tempting you are, Cheyenne, but I like my job here, so you have to
go.”
She
moved her head a bit, what her restricted freedom would allow. When she laughed,
the whisper of her breath fanned across his skin. “I’m not going anywhere,
Chase.”
“Yes,
honey,” he paused, smiled, and finished, “you are.” He let go of her and stepped
back, adjusting his jeans as he fought down his arousal. “I have work to do, and
fucking you isn’t part of my job.”
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2 comments:
This book sounds so good, Denyse! I've added it to our review list. Hopefully someone will snatch it up! :-)
Wow - thanks so much, CJ! It's short, but it packs a hot and steamy punch, I'm told. ;)
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