Her Bareback Cowboys by Ylette Pearson Page B

forward. “I don’t know about you guys, but I’m ready for bed.”
    Seeing the twinkle in Maverick’s eyes, Adrian stood and held up her hand. “Not tonight. I need my beauty sleep.”
    “Darn, and I thought we could cuddle.” Maverick closed in on her and she sidestepped him.
    She chuckled. “I doubt you have a cuddle on your mind, and I’m tired.”
    Maverick exaggerated a pout. Adrian fisted her hand in Wade’s shirt and pecked him on the cheek.
    “Sleep tight, cowboy. Tomorrow’s going to be another long day.”
    He hugged her, but his arms didn’t linger. Maverick stood with his hands stuck on his hips and his head cocked to the side. Mischief danced in his blue eyes as Adrian stepped closer to him. When she stood on tiptoes to kiss him on his cheek, he turned his head and their lips met.
    Gathering her in his arms, he buried his fingers in her hair, holding her head in place. She snaked her arms over his shoulders and he deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth like a treasure hunter on the trail of innumerable riches.
    Adrian clung to him as the strength seeped out of her limbs and she trembled with weakness. He dropped his hands to her buttocks and lifted her to him. She hooked her legs over his hips without breaking the kiss.
    Maverick strode to the wall, pressed her back to it and captured her hands in one of his big ones. He tilted her head to the side and slid his lips to her chin, exploring the sensitive flesh below her ear.
    She gasped for breath as he captured her earlobe in his mouth and suckled. Her limbs liquefied and heat pooled in her pussy. How could she fault the men for the bit of heaven their arms promised her?
    “I want to taste every inch of your skin,” Maverick whispered close to her ear.
    Gooseflesh erupted on her arms as the effect of his words flashed through her. She tightened her legs and edged her pussy closer to the hard ridge forming in his trousers. He hissed as she pulled him closer, further fueling the fire dancing between them.
    “Hell, you’d better apply the brakes right now. Marie’s still in the kitchen.” Wade leaned against the wall next to Adrian. “And I’m not sure I’ll be worth two cents if we don’t get to bed soon.”
    Damn, she’d forgotten about Marie—again. All she could think about was finding a bed where she could ride the cowboys to her heart’s content. Adrian tugged her hands from Maverick’s grip. She clung to his shoulders as she captured his mouth for a last searing kiss before she struggled out of his grasp, lowering her legs to the floor.
    “Wade’s right. Besides, our first priority must be the photos. It wouldn’t do if the lens depicted two tired and worn out cowboys.” She palmed Wade’s face. “Goodnight, boys.”
    Maverick’s chuckle followed her along the passage and when she closed the door behind her, their footsteps thudded to their rooms. Adrian waited for her heartbeat to slow. Playing with fire had never felt so good.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
     
     
    Adrian woke seconds before the alarm clock shrilled on the bedside table. Sighing, she flung the covers off her and swung her feet to the floor. Although she would have liked to sleep a little longer, she needed the early light to plan her photos and properly scout the locations.
    After a quick shower, she snuck to the kitchen to switch on the percolator. Soon the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the room, and she poured herself a cup while the machine still trickled the brew into the jug. Notebook in one hand and coffee in the other, she walked to the porch.
    The sky had lightened slightly when Adrian headed to the creek, the frozen grass cracking beneath her boots. As she’d suspected, the first rays of the sun kissed the top of the weeping willow first and she circled the tree twice before she decided on an angle set at ninety degrees toward the rising sun. With the tripod set up, she jammed her hands into her jacket and waited for the sun to perform