She didn’t finish the statement, but he didn’t need her to. He knew exactly what she was saying. He’d seen the way the people in Coyote Ridge responded to her. He’d seen firsthand how mobs of women would crowd Dalton Calhoun and Cooper Krenshaw, their good friends and two of country music’s hottest artists at the moment, when they were anywhere out in public. People knew them, they loved them all, wanted just a minute of their time. So yeah, he understood.
“Do you know how to ride a horse?” he asked when an idea came to him.
Her smile was radiant. “I do.”
“Good.”
“That’s it?” Cheyenne asked, her forehead creased, her dark eyebrows slanting downward.
It was Brendon’s turn to smile and he did as he looked at her. He might not know how to react around her, how to treat her, but he knew for a fact that he wanted her. And for the first time in his life, he knew that he’d do whatever it took to make her like him back.
And then, if he was lucky, maybe that would turn into something more.
Moving back to Cheyenne, he slid a strand of her hair behind her ear and looked into her eyes. “You can help me figure this out. If you want. We’ll take it slow and see how it goes from there.”
“I like that idea,” Cheyenne replied. “But I only have one condition.”
Brendon’s stomach muscles tightened when her hands flattened against him, sliding up his chest. “What’s that?” he asked, his voice rough.
“We don’t take things too slow.”
Before he could respond, Cheyenne slipped her hands behind his neck and pulled him down to her. When she planted her sweet lips on his, slow was the last damn thing on his mind.
chapter SEVEN
Cheyenne was up with the sun the following morning. Not out of bed, but definitely awake.
She’d tossed and turned most of the night, her dreams infiltrated by Brendon. The kisses they’d shared in her kitchen had lingered in her thoughts throughout the evening and long after she’d closed her eyes to sleep. Even now, as she lay in her bed and stared at the slow-turning, 1980s-era ceiling fan, she found herself touching her lips, remembering the way his mouth felt against hers.
His lips were as warm and firm as she’d remembered, his kiss just as demanding. The bristle of the short stubble along his jaw had made her skin itch with the desire to touch more of him. Throughout the night, she’d replayed that kiss over and over, her lips still feeling the sweet tingle from his touch.
A chill ran across her skin as she thought about what he’d told her. All the things he said he wanted to do to her …
That doesn’t change the fact that I still want to strip you naked and fuck you right there on your kitchen counter.
She could practically imagine that exact scene: her propped up on the counter naked, Brendon buried inside her, his hips driving forward, lodging himself deep inside her. Her nipples hardened at the thought.
After we’ve showered and I get you in your bed, I’d have you suck my cock until I was hard again. Only then, I’d slide my dick into your sweet, tight ass and make you beg for more.
Her pussy clenched with anticipation.
She’d never had anal sex. In fact, she’d always heard that it hurt and she’d never had the desire to try it. Then again, her history of average, plain-Jane sex left something to be desired in her life. She knew from talking to Kylie and Jessie these last few weeks that their sex lives weren’t lacking, and a small part of Cheyenne wanted to experience the euphoric feelings that they’d referred to. Okay, not a small part. A big part. Hell, all of her wanted to know what it felt like to be taken by a man whose passion for her couldn’t be rivaled.
And she had a feeling Brendon was that man. Never in her life had she been attracted to someone the way she was to Brendon Walker. He was … Hell, he was more than even her most enthusiastic fantasies could compete with. She desired every single thing about him. From the way he made her feel so small, so feminine. The hungry look in those beautiful blue-gray eyes. The sexy way his lips quirked at the corner when he didn’t want to smile but couldn’t help himself.
She was even intrigued by the passion she saw in his gaze when he was angry.
Of course, she’d seen that fury plenty of times over the last couple of years since she met him. They’d never gotten along, but now she knew why. Or at least she thought she did. He wanted her, but he didn’t want to want her.
It made sense.
Sort of.
But Cheyenne had known the instant she met him that Brendon wasn’t the type of guy to get involved with a woman for more than one night. It had been during that very first at-length conversation they’d shared at Moonshiners that she had picked up on his nontraditional, playboy ways.