Cowboy In Colorado by Jasinda Wilder

Brooklyn just has no patience, "I rip at his hair, yanking him upward, and he grunts at the tug of my fingers. “Jesus, woman, calm down,” he mutters." Then agqin Will isn't either, "he yanks his jeans up, buttons the fly—painfully, it looks like— around his erection. “Your place. Now.” I liked this book, I loved Will.