My Cowboy Prince

Chapter 30

The soft sound of Luke's footsteps catches my attention. I stop applying the gloss and look at him through my old bedroom mirror. The sight of him is enough to take my breath away. He's dressed in all black with a pair of crisp white sneakers, the outfit is simple but it's devastatingly handsome on him. I let my gaze drop lower where I notice that his pants zipper is half undone--- it seems to be stuck. Before I can say anything, he's already standing close behind me.

I suck in a deep breath when our eyes meet through the reflection in the mirror. His gaze is soft, but there's a hint of mischief in it. The familiar scent of his musky cologne mixed with the tension building in the room causes a deep desire to course through my veins. This man... this man always has this effect on me.

"Amelia," his voice is low and husky as he says my name. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Can ya fix this for me? I think the blasted thing's stuck."

"S-sure," I manage to stutter. Turning around I kneel down in front of him to get a better look at the zipper. My fingers instinctively brush against the cool metal as I do so. A soft chuckle falls from my lips when I realize the because the zipper isn't properly aligned, it caused the teeth to be stuck.

"Cowboy," I tease, glancing up at him with a smirk, "how did you get this stuck?"

Luke lets out a low, rich chuckle. My stomach excitedly flips at the sound. "Guess I was in too much of a rush to look good for ya. Didn't even realize I messed it up."

I look up at him again. As our eyes lock, the heat between us intensifies. Gulping softly I glance away to focus on the task at hand. My fingers slowly zip his pants all the way up as I am careful not to spoil it. His body stiffens under my touch, and the air between us grows even thicker with anticipation. Impulsively, I press a kiss just above the waistband of his pants.

His sharp intake of breath is immediate and the reaction sends a wave of thrill through me. My hand move to his button but before I can take it further, Luke's hands clasp my wrists together. His warm, commanding touch makes my pulse quicken as he holds my hands in place which stopped me from going any further.

Without a word, he pulls me to my feet and into his arms. His lips crash against mine, the touch is so deep and so passionate, it manages to scatter all my thoughts. His grip on my wrists keeps me anchored in the moment, unable to do anything but surrender to the intensity of the kiss. He's in control, and something about the way he's holding back, keeping us on the edge, makes me wild with desire.

When he finally pulls away, we're both breathing heavily and our foreheads rest against each other as we try to regain composure. His eyes, dark and intense, hold something deeper beneath the desire--- a hint of regret.

"I have to get back to the hotel by two tomorrow," he says softly.

I blink, processing his words. "Are you leaving?"

"Yeah." His sigh is heavy and I can feel his warm breath as it fans my cheek. "One of the things the old man came to say... I have to be back in Manhattan to prep for an early meeting on Monday."

"Oh..." I try to hide my disappointment but it comes out in a sigh. "I guess I'll see you when---"

"Darlin'," he cuts me off, there's clear frustration and disappointment laced his voice, "I'll only be there for a few hours. After that, I have to head to Canada for the next couple of weeks."

My heart sinks. The thought of him being so far away, the uncertainty of when I'd see him again, feels overwhelming. "Luke..." I start, but the words escape me. How do I tell him that I'm terrified of needing him this much? That I'm scared of a relationship where he's always a plane ride away?