Tomorrow’s the day the Red Hot Weekend stories release. They all share a similar cover, but our stories only relate to the previous story we wrote in the Red Hot Winter series. Meaning, my Lone Heart is related to True Heart, but not to the other stories in the series. But y’all didn’t come here to hear that. Y’all came to read something naughty, right? How about the first time Charli succumbs to the desire Lone Wyatt can draw from her with just the wicked sparkle in his eyes… Enjoy!
“Why are you in such a hurry? Did I scare you off?”
Her head whipped up, her gaze landing on the young cowboy.
He stood beside her truck, his gaze shadowed beneath his hat. “I’d like to buy you a drink. Get to know you.”
“I can’t stay,” she blurted. “I’ve got someplace to be.”
He nodded, then sighed. “Do I make you nervous?”
She forced a laugh—and told a lie. “No. But I’m late.”
“Yeah. I can see that. Can I buy you a drink some other time?”
Why was he so insistent? “Look, it was just a dance. And it was nice.”
“Nice? Huh.” His lips twisted, then settled into a slight smile. “I made you nervous. Made you want something more than you were prepared to give. I apologize.”
“I’m not nervous. I’m not anything other than late.”
He stepped closer, and her heartbeat thudded. The parking lot was dark—not that she was frightened of him—but the closer he came, the more her body responded. She held up her hands. “What are you doing?”
“I think I’m gonna kiss you.” His gaze dropped to her mouth.
His shrug was casual, but the set of his chin wasn’t. “Why not? You want it. So do I.”
“I don’t want anything.”
“Sure about that?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then why’d you just lick your lips?”
“Wha—” Good lord, she had.
“Just a kiss,” he said, close enough now she had to lift her chin to meet his gaze.
Damn, she’d forgotten how to breathe. “If I give you that kiss, will you let me go?”
“Negotiating with me now?” He tipped back his hat and a grin stretched slowly across his mouth. “What if you don’t want me to let you go when I’m done?”
Charli shook her head, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of her lips. She realized with a start she was flirting—something she hadn’t done in years. “Are you always this stubborn when a girl turns you down?” she asked, letting a teasing note seep into her breathless whisper.
“Have you? Turned me down, that is?” His hands rose and gripped the corners of her hips. He pressed her back against the cooling metal of her truck. When his head lowered, his hat blocked the light from the moon and distant lamppost, shuttering them in darkness.
His mouth was firm and soft, sweet and spicy. His tongue prodded the seam where her lips pressed together. She wanted to remain strong, but the thought of this handsome younger man and all that firm muscle pressed up against her made her yearn for things she had no business wanting.
She opened, moaning as his tongue swept inside her mouth. I can do this. Keep it light. Dammit, Charli, keep it light.
Her hand slid across the top of his shoulder; her fingers snuck beneath his hat to pull his hair. And just that quickly, the sweet, sexy tenor of the kiss changed.
Lonny groaned into her mouth.
Her thighs opened, and he slid his between them, resuming the grinding pressure that had broken through her walls while they’d danced.
When his hand palmed her breast, she laughed against his mouth. She was as horny as a teenager, uncaring who saw them standing like this.
I should stop him now. I should. Oh God, I should…
His hand slid down her belly and slipped open her belt, unbuttoning her jeans, and then his fingers were gliding down the front of her panties. They cupped her mound.
Shocked, she grabbed his wrist to stop him and drew her head back. “That’s…far enough.”
He held still, his hand warming her sex. “Sorry, I pushed.” But he didn’t withdraw, just stood there, his breaths coming fast.
“Likes where it is.”
A snort of laughter broke the tension inside her. “Seems we’re at an impasse, cowboy.”
“Let me pleasure you.”
Her breath caught at the slight movement of one of his fingers as it delved into the top of her folds. Without consciously agreeing, she widened her thighs again, making room for him.
Her head fell back against warm metal. “Don’t think I’ll let you do more.”
“I’m not asking for anything in return. Just relax.”
With the stars blanketing the sky behind him, she relented, closing her mind to all her worries, to her embarrassment. His finger teased moisture from her folds and swirled atop her clit. The contrast between his calloused pad and soft, measured motions drew a sigh.
“You’re prettier than you know,” he whispered, leaning a shoulder against the truck to block the view of what he was doing should anyone exit the bar.
She had a hard time forming words to deny his claim. At this moment, she did indeed feel pretty, wholly feminine, as he plied her hardening knot with ever-firming caresses. “I’m older than you.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Because you don’t have to worry about me thinking there’s more to this?”
He nipped her nose and then her bottom lip. “I like a smart woman, one with experience. I’m not always the smartest guy.”
“You want some woman to take care of you?”
“Same as I’d take care of her. Aren’t I takin’ care of you now?”
She smiled, but his finger pressed hard. Her lips puckered around a sharper breath.
“That too much?”
She shook her head. “More,” she whispered.
A hand cupped one breast, massaging it, soothing her as her hips began to move, deepening his intimate caress. Quivers worked their way up her thighs to her belly, and she gasped and turned her face away. It was one thing to allow a stranger to finger her, quite another for him to watch the vulnerability creep across her face as she came.
“Gettin’ close?” he rasped, nearer now.
“Let’s not talk.”
“You don’t have to say or do a thing. My gift. I’m pretty good at pleasuring a woman. Like using more than a finger though. If we had a bed, I’d spread you out, use my tongue, my teeth. There wouldn’t be a part of you I wouldn’t tease.”
“Jesus, stop talkin’.” Too late. The images were branded in her mind. Her naked, his brawny body bent over her sex.
One last, swirling scrape and she jerked, a tiny whimper leaking between her bitten lips. He held her up when her knees weakened, leaned her head against his chest, and slowly withdrew his hand.
When he cupped her chin and raised her face, she didn’t try to argue with him again. They kissed—a carnal mating which left them both dragging air into starved lungs as he straightened. He waited while she set her clothing to rights, then opened the door of her truck and handed her up into the cab. “Sure you’re okay to drive?”
Dazed, she nodded. “I’m fine.” She felt like she should say something else, but thanks didn’t feel appropriate.
He didn’t seem to need an acknowledgement of his gift, tipping the brim of his hat and turning away—but not before she saw his grin.
He looked very pleased with himself, but not quite smug.
Her own lips were softly curved as she pulled away from the parking lot and onto the lonely highway.