Lila's Cowboy Pen Pal Fucks Her

The Cowboy's Curvy Pen Pal's Lightning-Struck Lust

Lila stepped down from the dusty rental car, her heart hammering against her ribs as the dry Texas wind tugged at the hem of her sundress. The fabric clung to her full hips and heavy breasts, the same body she had described in careful, filthy detail across four years of handwritten letters. At twenty-eight, she was all soft curves and confident hunger, and right now every inch of her felt electrified.

Jake leaned against the porch rail of the sprawling ranch house, tall and sun-bronzed, his faded denim shirt stretched across a chest that looked even broader than she had imagined. His Stetson shadowed eyes the color of strong coffee. The moment their gazes locked, the air between them thickened like storm clouds gathering on the horizon. No more safe distance of ink and paper. No more fantasies tucked between envelopes. He was real, and the way his stare dragged down her body made her thighs press together on instinct.

“Goddamn, Lila,” he drawled, voice low and rough as gravel. “You look even better than every dirty thought I ever stroked myself to.”