I’m a true believer in The V Day. Maybe that’s because I’m a romance writer, maybe it’s because I’m truly, deeply, madly in lurve with my hubby. Or maybe it’s just that I think everyone should get to have someone to share their heart with.
Kick and I buy each other sappy-sweet cards, but not gifts. Instead, we head out for a night at a hotel – this year it’s down the block from our favorite cowboy bar and it’ll be karaoke night. Supper and dancing will round out the evening.
But sometimes, I dream about the fabulous gifts some people give for Valentine’s Day. Jewelry (my favorite), electronics (Kick’s favorite), or a surprise trip somewhere romantic (as if I could actually get away for more than one night.)
Imagine being swept away to Paris, or Hawaii, or Aspen. How about a cute little red sports car? Or a cute little red horse? I’m the type who enjoys simpler gifts, but it’s always fun to dream.
What’s the most romantic Valentine’s Day gift you’ve ever received? What’s your fantasy gift – the one you’d get and literally have to scream with joy? Leave a comment for your chance at an e-copy of Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine’s Day!
Excerpt: Dallas couldn’t hold back the growl that rumbled out of him as he tugged Kira against him, one hand on her back, the other cupping her tight, round ass. “Sweetheart, you may not be in any shape to talk after the action.” Tipping his head, he took her mouth with his. Her lips pressed soft and warm against his as they finally shared their first kiss.
His belly quivered with the raw desire to take this woman hot, rough, and fast. His tongue invaded her mouth, the sweetness of her margarita lingered and mixed with the sensual taste of her.
The elevator doors slid apart and he flung out a hand to hold them open. He ended the kiss but she clung to him with her eyes closed. “Just a few more feet, sweetheart.”
Her lids rose slowly. “If I’d known you kissed like that…” She sucked in a choppy breath.
He grinned and scooped her up in his arms. “We woulda been doing this since December?” Ah, shit, that sounded like he was looking for something long term with her. He strode down the hall looking for their suite.
A little pucker marred the perfect skin between her brows. “Do you think we can make up for lost time?” She gave him a wicked leer.
A chuckle rolled from his chest as he set her down in front of the Wrangler Suite. “Damn sure gonna try.”
He slid the keycard from his pocket and opened the door, guiding her in ahead of him.
“Oh. This is gorgeous.” Kira walked in, looking down at the pure white carpet.
Dallas followed, taking her hand and leading her to the black leather couch, bracketed by two red leather chairs. The furniture faced floor-to-ceiling windows that glowed with the setting sun behind the skyline of Vegas. “Fancy.”
He looked to his right. A small wooden bar with two stools stood in front of a mural of wild mustangs racing across scrubland.
“Perfect choice of suites.” Kira let go of his hand and walked to the bar. A silver bucket held a bottle of chilling champagne. She tapped it with her finger. “Should we?”
He shook his head. Behind her, the open door to the bedroom showed the room radiating in golden sunlight. He gestured toward it. “Should we…check out the bedroom first?”
She glanced toward the room and looked back at him, her lips parted, her nipples hard against her soft dress, and her cheeks warmed with color. “Turn off your phone.” She backed into the bedroom and pulled her phone from the little white bag hanging from her shoulder.
He tugged his phone from his pocket, turned it to silent, and tossed it onto the bar. Blood rushed from his head down to his groin, filling his cock and pulsing in his balls. Following her into the bedroom, he barely glanced at the big window framing the view of the strip, the red satin bedspread, or heavy wood furniture before his gaze riveted on her.
Kira faced him and kicked off her sandals.
He mirrored her, toeing off his boots. Somehow, a barefoot Kira wound him up faster than any other woman had, barefoot, or butt naked. He had to watch this connection they had. It could last a few days, even a week ’til after Boone’s wedding. But that would be the end. No long-term, long-distance anything.
But for now, this was good. She was as hot and ready as he was, and he couldn’t deny himself a taste of Kira.
She sauntered over toward him, the look on her face seductive and impatient. She lifted his hat from his head and set it on the dresser. She must appreciate the importance of a cowboy’s best hat. Tugging at the first button of his shirt, she darted her tongue across her bottom lip. “How do you like it, cowboy?”
His hips jerked as a blast of lust rocketed into his shaft. “Hard and fast the first time, sweetheart. Then slow. Hours of sweaty, hot sex in a dozen different positions.”
Her eyelids fluttered as she sucked in a breath. “Somehow, I knew you’d want it just like that.”
He unfastened the six small buttons at the front of her dress. “And you’re okay with skipping the party tonight?” Boone would understand, based on basic guy code, but Gigi? He doubted it.
She slowly shook her head. “She’d kill me.” She tugged his shirt out of his pants and finished the last buttons.
“More likely, she’d send Boone up here to get you, and no matter what you said, I’d be the bad guy.” He slid one dress strap off her shoulder revealing a lacy blue bra strap. His big, tanned hand against her pale skin revealed her fragile side. It caught him by surprise and shook him a little.
“Okay, let’s do this.” She ran her hands up his abs to his chest and purred for a second. “Let’s do the hard and fast thing and see what else we have time for, after.”
He slid his fingers across her shoulder. Soft, delicate. His palm eased down to her bicep and he took her whole arm in his hand, his fingers and thumb touching. “You’re so…slight.” He would need to be careful with her, and not lose himself when he wanted to get rough.
Her fingers played in his chest hair. “I fool people. I’m loud and assertive, and they don’t realize I’m kinda skinny.”
He looked into her eyes. “You’re not skinny. You’re…” What had his mom called it? “Willowy.”
Her brows rose. “That’s probably the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, cowboy.”
Damn, she was right. He hadn’t been very forthcoming with his compliments. “I’ve got a few other lines that you’ll find much nicer.”
Have a great Valentine’s Day!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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