hot as hell right now and she wanted nothing more than to either finish her run, or throw him to the ground to have her way with him. The blue of the ocean had nothing on the unfathomable blue of his eyes. She desperately wanted to look away from him, but those piercing eyes held her captive.
“Madison, I’d really like to kiss you.”
“What?” She stuttered. Madison was surprised at the truthfulness of his words, but even more shocked at how her body automatically responded to them.
“You know, my lips pressed against yours.”
“I know what kissing is, you ass, but why would you want to kiss me? You don’t know anything about me.”
Rowan couldn’t stop himself from laughing. She’d just called him an ass, yet was pretty sure she hadn’t even realized what slipped from those succulent lips.
“You’re awfully concerned with knowing many details about a person before kissing them, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am, as a matter of fact. I don’t just let anyone put their lips on me.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” he said seductively. “It kind of burns me up to think of anyone other than me touching you.” And Rowan meant it. The thought of another man with his lips or hands on her, caused anger to shoot through his body. He didn’t have a right to feel that way, but he felt it all the same.
Rowan grabbed her hand, pulling her down as he sat on the white sand beneath their feet.
“Then, tell me something about you.”
“Rowan, I really want to just finish my run.”
“Not until you tell me something about yourself, anything.”
“Really, there’s nothing that exciting about me,” Madison said as she pulled her hand from his, wrapping her arms around her knees as she brought them to her chest.
“I find that hard to believe. A beautiful woman like yourself, has to have exciting things taking place in her life.”
Madison turned her head away from him. He was either a smooth talker or blind as hell. This had been the second time in less than twenty-four hours he’d called her beautiful. She wasn’t a woman who belittled herself, but she knew she wasn’t beautiful. Since driving into California, she’d seen what beauty was.
“Well, are you going to tell me something so I can kiss you?”
She couldn’t think of one thing exciting enough that had taken place in her life that would make Rowan stop and say, ‘this is a woman I want to be with.’ She was afraid that once she started talking about her boring upbringing in Kansas, that he’d run in the opposite direction just as quickly has he’d come running up to her moments ago. Sure, to her there were exciting things that had taken place, but to anyone outside of Kansas she was certain they would just think she was crazy.
“Fine,” she said. “One thing and then I’m on my way.”
“Fine. Hit me with it.”
“Well, I grew up in a small farming town in Kansas, so there wasn’t really much to do growing up. We did have this railroad track that ran through the middle of town and every Christmas Eve my family would go to the underpass and wait for the trains to come by. There were always about two or three that would pass through town within a time span of about three hours. We’d take signs with us that read Merry Christmas to hold up as the trains passed. I always felt bad for those guys because instead of being home with their families during the holidays, they were on those trains passing through towns they probably never even stopped in. My senior year in high school was the last time our family got together to do that, since I went off to college.”
Rowan felt his chest swell. Not only was this woman before him beautiful on the outside, but what a heart of gold she had just revealed to him. Too many people were caught up in their own world,
“Madison, I’d really like to kiss you.”
“What?” She stuttered. Madison was surprised at the truthfulness of his words, but even more shocked at how her body automatically responded to them.
“You know, my lips pressed against yours.”
“I know what kissing is, you ass, but why would you want to kiss me? You don’t know anything about me.”
Rowan couldn’t stop himself from laughing. She’d just called him an ass, yet was pretty sure she hadn’t even realized what slipped from those succulent lips.
“You’re awfully concerned with knowing many details about a person before kissing them, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am, as a matter of fact. I don’t just let anyone put their lips on me.”
“Well, that’s good to know,” he said seductively. “It kind of burns me up to think of anyone other than me touching you.” And Rowan meant it. The thought of another man with his lips or hands on her, caused anger to shoot through his body. He didn’t have a right to feel that way, but he felt it all the same.
Rowan grabbed her hand, pulling her down as he sat on the white sand beneath their feet.
“Then, tell me something about you.”
“Rowan, I really want to just finish my run.”
“Not until you tell me something about yourself, anything.”
“Really, there’s nothing that exciting about me,” Madison said as she pulled her hand from his, wrapping her arms around her knees as she brought them to her chest.
“I find that hard to believe. A beautiful woman like yourself, has to have exciting things taking place in her life.”
Madison turned her head away from him. He was either a smooth talker or blind as hell. This had been the second time in less than twenty-four hours he’d called her beautiful. She wasn’t a woman who belittled herself, but she knew she wasn’t beautiful. Since driving into California, she’d seen what beauty was.
“Well, are you going to tell me something so I can kiss you?”
She couldn’t think of one thing exciting enough that had taken place in her life that would make Rowan stop and say, ‘this is a woman I want to be with.’ She was afraid that once she started talking about her boring upbringing in Kansas, that he’d run in the opposite direction just as quickly has he’d come running up to her moments ago. Sure, to her there were exciting things that had taken place, but to anyone outside of Kansas she was certain they would just think she was crazy.
“Fine,” she said. “One thing and then I’m on my way.”
“Fine. Hit me with it.”
“Well, I grew up in a small farming town in Kansas, so there wasn’t really much to do growing up. We did have this railroad track that ran through the middle of town and every Christmas Eve my family would go to the underpass and wait for the trains to come by. There were always about two or three that would pass through town within a time span of about three hours. We’d take signs with us that read Merry Christmas to hold up as the trains passed. I always felt bad for those guys because instead of being home with their families during the holidays, they were on those trains passing through towns they probably never even stopped in. My senior year in high school was the last time our family got together to do that, since I went off to college.”
Rowan felt his chest swell. Not only was this woman before him beautiful on the outside, but what a heart of gold she had just revealed to him. Too many people were caught up in their own world,
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