The Cowboys pregnant fiance

Chapter 9

Sherilyn closed her eyes out of pure anticipation and instinct, smelling the heady scent of Cody's skin.

Hay and musk she thought. Cowboy and all man.

As she held her breath she didn't stop to think how crazy this was, being here a heartbeat away from kissing Cody Tyler, the town cipher.

She only wanted to give in to this dizzying moment.

When his lips brushed over hers she groaned at the burst of electricity that ran from head to toe sizzling in her veins and burning to the core.

But he didn't do anymore than that.

Was he testing her seeing if she would shy away?

Seeing if he could kiss her again?

Little did he know that Sherilyn hadn't felt this alive in--how long? Years? Ever? Before she could think about her determination to live without any man to complicate her new improved life, she stood on her tip toes, seeking his lips before he could entirely pull away.

While pressing her mouth against his she barely felt herself weakly extending her arm to the side dumping her hot chocolate mug to the ground. She heard Cody do the same with his, just before he made a low sound in his throat then cupped her face in his palms deepening the kiss.

But in spite of all the passion it was so innocent. His lips on hers fitting together perfectly just like a first kiss should be.

A wave of yearning swept over Sherilyn. Warm and hot at the same time. Good and bad, because she didn't want this to stop here even though she knew that it should.

Still there was something about this man that made her want to throw caution to the wind, to forget how she'd gotten to Panama City and why.

To forget that she barely knew a thing about him.

All she knew is that he tasted like chocolate, that his lips were really soft for a man who usually wore such a hard expression and that she could stay here all night in his arms.

When he drew in a breath then backed away from her she gripped his wrist before he could pull away entirely.

The music that had been playing in the near distance traced the air with a murmur. Thank god, too because she didn't know what to say right now. Hell she didn't know if she could say anything. It seemed to hard to fill her lungs with oxygen again, too hard to think to string a sentence together.

"Sherilyn..." Cody finally said,

Here it came she thought. An apology. An I really shouldn't have done that.

Even if she didn't know him that well she could predict that much about him.

"Don't you dare say you are sorry." She kept holding on to his wrist even though his palms were still under her jaw, his thumbs resting on her cheeks and branding her skin.

She sought his gaze which was shaded by the cowboy hat, and she wished she could just whip that thing off of him so she could see what he was really thinking.

But just like most of the time he was unreadable.

"If you planned to be sorry about kissing me " she said. " You wouldn't have done it in the first place."

He lowered his hands. She let them go.

And just like that their moment was over just as if it never happened at all.

Where had it gone?

He stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets gazing toward the condos. "I have been waiting to do that for months now you know."