Even the toilets have swinging wooden doors. It’s all so cowboy in here. And when I’m done, I walk back out of the narrow hallway and straight into something solid.
Really solid.
My hands hit a chest that feels like carved stone.
And then the scent hits me.
Him.
I look up into blue eyes already watching me, amused. “You really gotta stop bumping into me, firefly. I might start to think you’re following me.” He leans closer, voice dropping just for me. “Because you’re making it harder by the minute to stay away from you.”
My legs press together instinctively.
“I—I just...”
But I don’t move. My hands stay on his chest. My body refuses to cooperate.
“What do you want from me, Lola?” he asks quietly.
My throat tightens. My confidence is depleting with each second that passes. “I don’t actually know, Hunter.”
His mouth curves. “You don’t know what you want? That’s different.”
My brows lift. “What? Do women usually just drop their panties for you?”
He shakes his head slowly. “No. They never dare get this close.”
I roll my eyes, and the next thing I know, his hand is around my throat, and he’s guiding me into the dingy hallway.
My back hits the wall beside the bathrooms, his body caging me in.
“What do you want from me, firefly?” he asks again, voice rougher now.
A smile spreads across my lips, my fingers sliding to his belt, dragging him closer. “I think I want you to show me how a cowboy fucks.”
His breath catches, his grip tightening slightly. “You really want that, huh?” he mutters. “City girlwants some cowboy dick like it’s some kinda experiment?”
I bite my lip. “The men in the city never made me orgasm. I’m kinda hoping you might fix that. I’ve heard rumors…”
A low groan escapes him as his thigh nudges my legs apart, his mouth hovering dangerously close. “Jesus fuck. That’s hot, Lola.”
I grin. “So? Do cowboys really do it better?”
I don’t get another second to think before his mouth crashes over mine.
The kiss is filthy. Hungry. All heat and teeth and hands.
My arms lock around his neck as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist, and I feel exactly how hard he already is for me.
God.
The kiss leaves me dizzy.
He breaks it just long enough to mutter against my lips, “I’m not fucking you in here. You’re far too good for an audience.”
“You don’t share, huh?” I murmur.
His jaw tightens. “No. What’s mine is mine. I don’t let anyone watch.”