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Her heart pitter-pattered so loudly she was sure he knew she was pleased to make his acquaintance, too. Breathlessly, she said good day (52), "I'm Stephanie Dwyer." She could kick herself for sounding so starry-eyed. Any moment she'd drool. They sure didn't make men like this in the big city. Courtney should change careers and open a dating service. Thus far she had a completely satisfied client. And she'd never cared for men with hair longer than hers before. Texas must be seeping into her blood.
Courtney's lilting laughter broke into her thoughts. "Who needs Patrick what's his name?"
Unable to tear her gaze away from Cory, she smiled dreamily. "Patrick who?"
"Wahoo! I knew this place was magical. See if he has a friend for me?"
Like Courtney lacked male attention! Five knock-out cowboys vied for her friend's attention.
The bull went wild beneath her, almost hurling her off before she knew her ride had begun.
"Scallop your rear and squeeze with your knees." Cory steadied her when she would've fallen off. His large calloused hands burned through the thin material of the shirt covering her waist.
Incredible yearnings to feel his hands slide lower blindsided her. She couldn't string two coherent thoughts together or exhale air from her lungs. She'd never felt so exhilarated. So alive.
Perspiration had beaded her brow and upper lip by the time the bull slowed to a stop. Tendrils of damp hair clung to her heated cheeks.
"Your turn." She laughed as Cory lifted her down from the mechanical critter. He didn't move back so she slid down his length, into the curve of his arms dr.dre headphones, feeling every sinew, every muscle of him.
As if on cue, the band slowed their pace and crooned a song of love turned wrong. Pathos washed over them and Cory sang in her ear dr dre headphones, his warm breath driving her mad. His hands kneaded her waist, mesmerizing her, setting her on fire.