Chapter Twenty-One
Jaxon's c**k strained painfully against his zipper as he fixated on Izzie's backside, the sway of her hips calling to him like a siren. The urge to call her back into his embrace had his hand twitching. Hell, if the first round of bull riding wasn't right around the corner, he had half a mind to haul her over his shoulder and carry her back to his trailer, caveman style. Izzie had always been a sensuous woman. Even as kids, she'd carried herself with a confidence that had captivated him. Their stolen tryst hadn't slaked his thirst for her one bit. If anything, it only made his longing for her worse. Now that he knew every inch of satin skin hidden underneath the faded denim she wore, had committed to memory every moan and gasp as he'd memorized her body, all he could th
