lips, he plunged his tongue inside and she moaned,
as she felt his hardness against her. The music was low and slow
and it, along with the heady kiss this cowboy was giving her,
wrapped her in a sensual haze that had her panting and rubbing
against him in rhythm. In a strangled voice, she whispered when he
broke the kiss, "Wait for me...I'll be done soon, and I have a room
at the bed and breakfast in town."
Blatant desire heated his brown eyes, and
his throat worked a few times, then he nodded and claimed her mouth
again, before he let her go.
CHAPTER ONE
While Wade was helping set up chairs under
the tent for Cole and Sabrina's first anniversary party, his mind
kept wandering back to where he was a year ago today...loving the
most beautiful and special woman he'd ever met. Since he'd left
that bed and breakfast the morning after the wedding, when he'd
headed to Steamboat Springs, and Jess Sparks had gone back to
Dallas to sign that big recording contract waiting for her there,
he'd thought about her a lot. That night she'd not only rocked his
world on that stage, she'd knocked it off its axis that night at
the bed and breakfast outside of town.
He didn't know about her life, but a lot had
changed in his since then. One wild horse trapping him in the
bucking chute, and almost breaking his back, had ended his rodeo
career. The docs had told him that he was lucky he hadn't wound up
paralyzed. They'd done surgery and stabilized the vertebrae, but
hadn't been able to remove a small bone chip on his spinal cord.
They said if he kept competing, it could shift and leave him
paralyzed anyway, so he quit. It had been time anyway, he was
thirty-four years old and had tempted fate long enough in the young
man's sport.
Now, he was the manager at the Double B
ranch, and he liked his new sedate life.
He wondered, numerous times though, what
would have happened if he and the beautiful country singer had
exchanged phone numbers that night. At the time, they thought it
would be a waste of time, since they were both going to be
traveling, and the odds of them connecting again were slim, so
they'd taken their time together for what it was, a one-night
stand.
Hell, he couldn't even remember if he'd
given her his name, or if she'd asked. Sugar, baby or darlin' had
seemed to be the only names they needed. That night hadn't been
about names or reconnecting later, it had been a once in a lifetime
experience, a sexual adventure that touched him deep inside. One
he'd never forget as long as he lived.
Since that night, he'd listened to the
radio, hoping he'd hear her smoky voice teasing him again, but so
far he hadn't. Wade knew if he heard it now, it would just be
torture, anyway. It would make him ponder 'what ifs', now that he
was settled in at the Double B as ranch manager, instead of
traveling the country riding broncos. Jess Sparks had been out of
his league then, and was probably even more so now.
She was probably on a different stage, in a
different town every night, thrilling packed crowds...and with a
different man every night, now that she had her 'groove' back. As
wild as she had been for him that night, though, he doubted that
Jess had ever lost her 'groove' in the first place. The thought of
her with another man sent jealousy spiraling through him.
Wade sucked in a sharp breath, then released
when he felt himself harden just thinking about it. He needed to
quit messing around here and get these chairs set up, so he could
go get ready for the party. He was sure that the gang would frown
upon him showing up in a sweaty t-shirt and dirty jeans, smelling
like a horse, and he was running out of time.
He wanted some time to play with Cole and
Sabrina's new baby son, William Wiley Jackson, his godson, too.
He'd been so touched when Sabrina had asked him to be Will's
godfather, he'd almost cried...and Wade Roberts did not cry. When
she asked him, Sabrina told him that she wanted him to be