Stony Creek Cowboy [Stony Creek] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Free Page B

realized where his hands lay. With almost a painful intensity, his groin tightened as he felt himself rapidly harden. He gently tried to shift his hands, but it was no use. When was the last time he had such an instantaneous reaction to a woman? Well, he was holding one of the most perfect breasts and asses to his knowledge, but it was her breathless gaze that was drinking him in. He felt himself start to lean down to caress her lips with his when he got some control back.
    What the hell was he doing? He didn’t even know who she was.
    Her gentle laugh made his cock press against the zipper of his Wranglers with a painful intention. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t look like the type of woman used to hard work, but instead, rather gentle in nature. She should have been the kind that would be shaken after a fall like that, but no. She just laughed. Intrigued, he had to ask, “Who are you, beautiful?”
    “Oh, please excuse me. Mr. Powell, I am Billie Rothman. Your new neighbor. It is a pleasure to meet you.” No kidding. If he didn’t move those hands soon, there was going to be a seriously pleasurable way she could think of to say “thank you” and “hello” all in one.
    Still having not adjusted his hold, Jackson tried to process that information. “I am sorry, but I thought our new neighbor was Bill.”
    With a smile, Billie answered, “It is. Billie, the girl version. Thank you for the offer of a doctor, but that’s me, too!” She said that with such enthusiasm it was hard for Jackson not to smile back. Unconsciously, he stroked his thumb over the nipple jutting through her top. At her shudder, it was her turn to catch her breath as an electric bolt went straight through her body, ending in her clit.
    Jackson’s heated gaze met hers again. Deep breaths, man, deep breaths. He walked Lachlan over to her porch and swung her body so he held her up against his strong chest. As he slid from the horse, he gave her a gentle smile.
    Her body was no longer her own. It couldn’t and wouldn’t stop reacting to this man.
    Once on two feet, Jackson said, “Here we are. You okay to stand, Billie?”
    Stand, why the hell would she want to ever stand on her own again? Nope, she wanted to stay right where was, if he was giving her the choice. However, somewhere she heard her voice say, “Yes, I think so.” She slid down the front of his body, feeling every muscle and bulge. Holy Hannah was there a bulge. They sure didn’t sell anything like that in New York, and in her profession, she should know.
    Stepping away from Jackson, she tried to get herself together.
    “Not the most dignified way of introducing myself but hardly regrettable,” Billie said as she smiled up at him.
    He felt his knees weaken. What the hell was wrong with him? He usually could control his lust, but this woman was different, definitely different.
    Maybe he had caught more than just his neighbor, because he knew she was going to be his.
     
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    “Come on in, Jackson. I am just getting used to walking in myself.” She laughed. Her body, still heated from their contact, kept her aware of his presence. “So this is the inside. We watched the progress as Phillip and Sam built the place, but wow, this is incredible.” He walked over to the kitchen and looked around admiringly.
    “Do you cook, Jackson?”
    “Well, I hardly think my grilled cheese would do this space justice,” he said with a laugh. “My skills are severely limited, having what my brothers and I call bacheloritis. It is a serious disease affecting only the single males of a species.”
    “So there are more of you?” Good god. How do the women around here function? “How many?” she heard herself ask.
    “Well, there is my middle brother, Benny, and my younger brother, Troy. You’ll like them. They are always getting broken or hurt. They can pay your mortgage for months,” he joked. “Rugged Hill Ranch is also home to my Aunt Florence and cousins Brody and