Cowboy Take Me Away Part 3

"You escape from prison or something?"

She laughed softly. "Sort of."

Carson knew he'd do anything to hear that happy sound again. "Tell me."

"I was born in Gillette. When I turned twelve my parents sent me to Catholic boarding school in Montana. I lived in the dorm during the school year. Then I spent half the summer with my aunt in Billings and the other half down here."

"So you escaped from a convent?"

"That makes a better story than I graduated. Maybe that's what I'll start telling people."

"Your folks sent you to Catholic school in hopes you'd become a nun?"

"Possibly. But it didn't take."

"Thank G.o.d for that."

She offered him a sad smile. "Now they're pinning their hopes on my little sister, who is still at St. Mary's."

Her tone was relieved and melancholy and embarra.s.sed.

Carson wanted to press his lips to her forehead-so he did just that. Then he murmured, "I'm glad you're here, Carolyn."

She didn't protest or try to pull away. If anything, she tucked herself more closely into him.

Before he got too comfortable holding her, the music stopped and the band announced it was taking a break.

"Let's get some fresh air." Then with a firm grip on her hand, he wove through the crowd and out the side door.

Those long legs of hers had no problem keeping up with his strides. He didn't stop until they reached his pickup. "Hang on a second." The driver's side door squeaked when he opened it.

"Carson. I don't know if I'm-"

"Just getting a blanket so you don't get that pretty dress dirty."

She crossed her arms over her chest and stood back, watching as he draped the wool blanket over the metal tailgate.

"Hop on up and take a load off."

When she scooted up, he caught a glimpse of the pale flesh of her inner thigh before she tugged her skirt down.

His d.i.c.k stirred.

Needing a distraction from the l.u.s.t-filled thoughts running through his head, Carson pulled a flask out of his back pocket. "Want a snort of whiskey?"

She shook her head and started to swing her legs on the tailgate.

He swallowed a mouthful of booze and rested his backside against the corner of the box. "How'd you find out about this dance? Bein's you're not local?"

"My friend Beverly. She's the only person I've stayed friends with after I changed schools. As soon as we arrived she took off with her boyfriend."

"That wasn't very nice."

"I'm used to it."

"Then why come here with her?"

"Because sitting alone at a dancehall is still better than sitting at home."

"Alone. Right. I'll bet as soon as you showed that beautiful face here the guys followed you like lovesick calves and wouldn't leave you be."

She shrugged. "A few did."

"Bet I was the only one who proposed to you."

"Bet I wasn't the only woman who's ever taken a swing at you." Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulder when she tilted her head to look at him. "I can't believe I fell for that let's get married line."

"Like I said, sugar. That wasn't a line." Carson moved in front of her, creating s.p.a.ce for himself between her knees.

"So if I called your bluff?"

"I'd have you in the cab of my truck drivin' like a bat outta h.e.l.l to the closest justice of the peace."

"Why me?" Her eyes searched his. "Every woman in that place had eyes on you. And you know exactly how good you look, so it's not like you're unaware of your appeal."

Carson stroked her cheek. "Do I appeal to you? Or should I get nekkid so you can inspect me before you commit to me for the rest of your life?"

Sweet Carolyn blushed but didn't drop her gaze. "Don't you think we should get to know each other before you start planning the honeymoon?"

"You're right. Ask me anything."

"What do you do around these parts? Go to college?"

"Do I look like a college boy?"

Her gaze moved over him from his western s.h.i.+rt, to his jeans and boots and back up to his hat. "Maybe you're a rodeo cowboy?"

His lips twisted. "Not hardly. I'm a rancher."

"Isn't that the same as being a cowboy?"

"Not even f.u.c.kin' close."

"Don't snap at me," she cautioned, "and watch your language."

The woman had a spark. "Sorry. Just because I raise cattle don't mean I'm dumb enough to get on the back of a bull or a bronc. There are plenty of risks depending on Mother Nature to make or break you in the cattle business."

"Doesn't seem like you like it all that much."

"Some days are better than others. I'm a third-generation rancher so it wasn't like I had much choice."

"If you did have a choice and could do something different, what would it be?"

He steered the conversation back on track. "The better question is how would you feel about bein' married to a rancher?"

That startled her. "What?"

"I am what I am, Carolyn. That ain't ever gonna change. It ain't an easy life-physically, mentally or emotionally. Some years we're flush; some years we're broke. Takin' care of the cattle and the land is always my first priority."

"So any woman you marry will have to understand she'll come second to cows and crops?"

He watched her eyes, so wise and yet so curious, which was a d.a.m.n potent combination when she focused it on him. "Yeah."

"No wonder you're having a hard time finding a woman to sign on for that life."

"That's the thing. I haven't been lookin'." He twisted a strand of blonde silk around his finger. "Then I saw you."

"And...what? You thought I looked like I'd be good with cattle? Or that I'd be a good cook? Or I wouldn't mind living hand to mouth? Or I had wide enough hips to birth a bunch of ranch hands? That makes no sense."

"Now you're getting it. It doesn't make a lick of sense that when I saw you standing up at the bar I imagined wakin' up to you every morning for the rest of my life."

Her jaw nearly hit the ground. Then she managed, "You did?"

"Umm-hmm." He tickled her lips with the end of her hair. "How old are you?"

"I'll be nineteen this summer. How old are you?" she asked.

Old enough to know better. "Twenty-four." He dropped his hand and retreated.

Carolyn s.n.a.t.c.hed his forearm, holding him in place. "Don't."

"Don't what?"

"Don't look at me with regret."

"I wasn't."

"Yes, you were." Her fingers tightened on his arm. "Besides, I liked the way you were looking at me before you asked how old I was."

Definitely a spark there. "And how was that?"

"Like it didn't matter. Like you wanted to strip me bare and go wild on me."

"Is that what you want me to do?"

She bit her lip. "I don't know."

Carson angled his head closer to hers. "Ever been nekkid with a man, sugar?"

"No." She paused. "I've thought about it." Her wide blue eyes locked on his. "I've thought about it a lot more since I met you."

Holy h.e.l.l this woman was killing him. She had no idea how s.e.xy the combination of bold, innocent and honest was to a man like him. "Oh yeah?" He slid his hand up her arm and across her shoulder to cup her neck. "You gonna take another swing at me if I take this pretty mouth the way I want to?"

She lowered her lashes and stared at his lips.

Enough answer for him.

Carson tipped her head back and fused his mouth to hers.

This time she parted her lips and her breath exploded in his mouth. Her tongue sought his, boldly stroking and twining around his. Giving him a complete taste of her. She used her teeth to nip, her tongue to explore. Her lips were soft and yielding, then firm and demanding.

The kiss blew his mind. While there was no denying their attraction, this immediate pa.s.sion between them caught him off guard. As did her complete abandonment to it.

He lifted her off the tailgate and pressed her against the rear quarter panel, keeping one arm behind her back and the other hand curled at the nape of her neck.

Carolyn's hands clutched his s.h.i.+rt as she tried to pull him closer.

Finally, he had to take a breath that wasn't saturated with her taste and her scent. He moved his lips from the corner of her mouth down to the arch of her neck. "d.a.m.n," he panted against her throat.

"Are you okay?"

He dragged an openmouthed kiss up the smooth section of skin, stopping at her ear. "No, I'm not okay. I'm wantin' way more than a kiss, so I'm thinkin' we should just go ahead, hop in the truck and find us someone who'll marry us tonight."

She laughed softly. Then she planted kisses along his jaw, her breath whispering across his damp flesh, eliciting his s.h.i.+ver.

He spun them and leaned his back against the truck, wanting her soft curves pressing into him, wanting his hands on her luscious a.s.s.

A wolf whistle rent the air. "Take it inside the truck, McKay," someone shouted.

Carson scowled at his drinking buddy. "Move along, Tucker."

"Looks like you're the one who's movin' pretty fast."

a.s.sholes.

"McKay?" she repeated. "Your last name is McKay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

Carolyn stepped back. "I don't believe this."

"I don't know what you've heard, but I can explain-"

"You can't."

He followed her, hating the wariness that had replaced the heat in her eyes. "At least let me try."

"Ask me my last name."