SEND ME A COWBOY
Shy accountant Katie Lenard wanted one special Valentine’s Day before she grew old with a house full of cats. But girls her size didn’t receive flowers and candy. Just once, she wanted someone to see past her less than perfect body to the lonely heart underneath.
She wanted someone to love her.
Tired of watching her obsess over the romantic holiday, Katie’s best friend decides to give Cupid a helping hand by giving her an assignment with a man who meets all of Katie’s requirements for the perfect Valentine. He’s handsome and rich. But best of all, he’s a sexy-as-sin cowboy who really appreciates a plus-size woman.
John Kinkaid has not had an easy life and it shows in his less than hospitable manners. Having the responsibility of a younger brother thrust upon him at the tender age of sixteen, he’s done everything in his power to make sure both of their futures are secure. He’s worked tirelessly to turn a failing ranch into an international success and he’s kept a tight rein on his oil and gas holdings so that they will never again have to struggle. And he’s kept an even tighter rein on his emotions.
John doesn’t have time for hearts and flowers. At least not until he meets Katie. The time he spends with the curvy beauty has him rethinking his lonely existence.
“Let me show you the second floor.”
She glanced up in surprise. John leaned over her, one long leg braced on the step beside her, his arm stretched above her, a lean hand resting on the pine banister. Her eyes were level with the apex of his thighs.
My, oh my.
She leaned her head back, straining her neck to look up at him. And she had to look way up. He really was a rather large man.
He studied her face intently and Katie silently counted to ten in an attempt to control the blush she could feel waiting to heat her cheeks. She’d never been good at being the center of attention.
“You have beautiful hair.” His free hand reached out, stroking her hair from the crown to the ends before dropping back down to his side.
Well, that was certainly unexpected. “No, I don’t. It’s mousy.” She also wasn’t very good at accepting compliments.
His lips curled up in a one-sided smile. “A very pretty mouse, Katie.”
The blush stole across her cheeks anyway as her heartbeat picked up speed.
He moved back. “The bedrooms are upstairs.”
“Okay.” She closed the notepad and tucked it under her arm. A bedroom sounded like a fine idea.
He grinned at her eagerness, and she groaned inwardly, her embarrassment at his eloquent expression making her want to hide her face in her hands. Instead, she cleared her throat and asked in her most professional voice, “How many are there?”
“How many do you think we’ll need?” Again, his expression was devilish, one black brow raised questioningly. But his voice, low and sultry, conjured up images of going with him room to room as they attempted to quench the desire she could see in his eyes.
John threw back his head and laughed when Katie’s face turned a brilliant red. He reached down and pulled her to her feet. Standing on the step above him put her exactly at the right height for kissing. Thank God, he couldn’t resist such temptation. He covered her mouth with his, making her groan. His taste was so flavorful. Dark. Rick. Decadent. His arms went around her, pulling her against him. They were connected, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. Her softness cushioned him, welcomed him.
“You taste delicious, Katie Lenard,” he whispered against her lips. Cupping the back of her head, he took her lips in a fevered hunger, probing the seam of her mouth with his tongue. “Open.”
John nibbled at her upper lip in a way that made it difficult for Katie to think. In fact, she had no desire to think. She wanted to drown in the sensations spreading through her body. Hesitantly, Katie opened her mouth under his, relishing the shudder that ran through him at her surrender. His tongue coaxed hers to follow his slow, lazy movements. He tasted so good. A hint of coffee, a trace of mint. He tasted like a man should taste, she thought as the sensual haze thickened.