249 Quotes About Western-romance

I was disappointed when she suddenly looked away, bashful. It surprised me. Madison occurred to me as so cool and confident. This was her private space though, likely the place she was most herself, no facade, no way she had to be, just a girl with her horses. This was not the kind of place or girl that rodeo boys got to be in or near. Yet here I was, standing toe-to-toe with the goddess in her most private of cowgirl places.

Opening the lid, I looked down at the gleaming belt buckle and rubbed my thumb over the engraved word 'Champion'. Realizing that right then I actually felt like one, I dropped my knee in the dirt, pulled my cowboy hat from my head, put it to my chest, raised a hand to my forehead and thanked the heavens for a job well done, a clean, safe ride and for the woman waiting for me in the stands.

She could literally feel the heat of his body; they were inches apart. She inhaled deeply, his masculine scent mixed with dust and sweat. Heat tore down through her and she gazed up into those gray eyes that studied her in the building silence. He wanted her. The thought was shocking. What was more shocking and disconcerting to Shiloh was she wanted him!

Emma was a woman on a mission, and Logan was more than fine with that since the mission seemed to be getting alone - and naked - with him.

Omelets now or later?" she panted. "Later than what?" he asked huskily. "How hungry are you?" "For what?" She started unbuttoning his shirt at the top, stopping to admire and touch the soft hair on his chest on the way to the bottom. When she reached the last one, she tugged the tail out from behind his belt, slipped her arms around his body, and laid her cheek against his chest. "Let's make love and only use words when necessary," she whispered. "Is that a pickup line" he asked hoarsely.

I couldn't even see that woman because I have blinders on when you are around, and every single thought in my head is about you.

And where are you going tonight?" Katy asked. "Cinderella and I are going to the ball. If she loses a glass slipper, I will bring it by tomorrow." He smiled.

You like legs?" she asked. "On you, yes. On a chicken, I prefer wings and breasts." She picked up both legs with her fingers. "Then we are going to get along just fine.

A match made in heaven?" He chuckled. "Probably not in heaven but right now you can take me there and we'll check it out." She smiled.