Eight years ago Lily Swanson left Havashaw County with a broken heart. Now circumstances have brought her back to the cowboy who still drives her crazy. Seeing him again stirs erotic memories, but the pain of his betrayal refuses to be soothed with a sexy smile.
Lily left him. That inescapable fact drives Thor Hanson to succeed more than any other. Her return to Havashaw triggers anger, lust and regret, but when she reveals the truth behind her leaving, he's determined to rein her in and show her that what they have is more than a memory.
Neither can deny their passion, as untamable as the broncs Thor trains. But will it be enough, and can Thor convince Lily she's right where she belongs?
Lily dumped three pills in his palm and waited while he threw them in his mouth before she gave him the water bottle. He gulped a couple extra swallows and handed it back. “Wait a second.”
“I’ve got all day, cowboy. Whenever you’re ready.”
He sucked in a deep breath as he sat up fully. Lily tossed the water bottle into the hall so Falcon couldn’t mess with it, and squatted beside Thor’s right shoulder.
He inhaled again then wrapped his arm over her shoulders and pushed up with his left leg. He kept the right extended in front of him, but it still tapped the ground.
“Fuck!” The color drained from Thor’s face as he hopped and lifted the wounded leg higher.
Lily wrapped her arm around his waist holding him steady as he got a handle on the pain. Her stomach lurched and sympathy weakened her knees. “Maybe I should have found Big.”
Thor shook his head no then shifted slightly toward her. “Kiss me.”
The husky request triggered a shiver down her spine. “What?”
Air hissed through his teeth as he fought for control. “Kiss me. Distract me. Do something.”
Was he kidding?
He shook his head again. “Never mind.” Pain still pinched his mouth and tightened the corners of his eyes.
“You’d better not be messing with me, Thorvold.” She turned carefully toward him and stepped over his knee so she straddled his sore leg. “How’s this for distraction?” She took his free hand and brought it to her breast. His long fingers flexed, and heat flashed through her as her body remembered his. With both hands at his waist to keep him steady, she offered him a trembling smile. “You’re going to have to bend to me. I can’t hold you and stand on my toes.”
“You don’t have to do this.”
“Your call.” She held her breath as she waited for him to make a decision. Hoping he’d back down. Praying he wouldn’t.
With a groan, Thor lowered his head until a scant half inch remained between them. His warm breath caressed her cheek as he hesitated. “Tell me no and I’ll back off.”
His thumb stroked across her nipple and she pressed closer. A small sigh escaped her lips. It had been so long. She had no will to turn him away. “Kiss me, cowboy.”