cowboy

DJ saw the change in his expression the moment before he dropped the ax, reached out with his gloved hand and, cupping her neck, drew her to him. __ believe you owe me a kiss.

Every woman wants a cowboy.

If she__ had any doubts he was a real deal country boy, they disappeared when he unabashedly stripped down to nothing__he sun had kissed his arms to mid-bicep, although his torso wasn__ without a faint tan. She__ thought lazily that maybe he had a pond. She__ like to go skinny dipping with him. Leap onto his back and wrap her legs around his lean hips. Hold on to his broad shoulders and press her naked breasts into his back and drift into the cool water together.As he opened his button-fly jeans, revealing snug briefs underneath, she__ whispered for him to stop. He was hard and sinewy in all the right places, with shadows and valleys she wanted to explore with her mouth and hands and eyes, but her touch first went to the line where dark faded to light on his arm, neatly following the curve of his muscles. __ice farmer__ tan.

She didn't know if she wanted to fight him or fuck him.

Damn, girl. If I still breathed, I'd be suffocated by how much I want you.

Dakota started laughing. "You wouldn't have anything back there to help me tame a punk-rock wild child with a disdain for cowboys, would you?

You are a spitfire of a woman, do you know that? You remind me of a horse that hasn't been broken yet. All skittish and full of wild energy.""Are you for real?" Her jaw fell open. "Did you just compare me to a horse?

The only thing I'm afraid of losing... is you.

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,and bitterly wept as we bore him along.For we all loved our comrade so brave, young and handsome, we all loved our comrade although he'd done wrong."The Cowboy's Lament

I plan to use my hands, my mouth, and my cock to fuck that basic vanilla sex right outta you.

He needed a stiff drink. With a side of straightjacket.

Funny how women are ashamed of their inner fairy whereas men are forever proudly displaying their inner cowboy or fireman

All the latchkey children cursed and smashed bottles, teased about underwear, and puffed on those unfiltered cigarettes that only the cowboys could roll.

Oh. Momma told me not to tell you that your bed squeaks. But I think you know, 'cause I could hear it this morning. Jake dropped his fork. Tor, for the first time Jake had ever seen, turned scarlet. Maureen looked at them both and sighed. Christmas is always so interesting with you, Mark.

She needed to come with an instructional manual. And one not written in Spanish.

I always wanted to be a cowboy, and Jedi Knights are basically cowboys in space, right?

Jack glanced toward the dressing room, not believing that all the time he had been with her, she had been half-naked...

That dress was designed to be a kill switch for rational thought.