Page 16 of Take Her from You

His gaze dropped to my lips. But he didn’t move.

I waited a beat, the suspense killing me. This was my life now, brand-new-me able to go out with guys and be fit to burst with feelings. The realisation staggered me. I could do anything, with anyone. I was free.

“Valentine?” I said.

“Aye?”

“Are you just going to stand there, or do I have to ask you to kiss me?”

Amusement crossed his features. Then the big Scot closed the distance and brought his mouth to mine.

Our lips touched. My knees weakened, but that was fine because his arm curved around me and bolstered me up. He gave a low groan that went straight down the centre of me, sending fireworks off in all directions.

Valentine angled to connect better, and then I was entirely lost in a decadent slide. He nudged me to open for him, and his tongue touched mine in a burst of fresh heat.

I gave up some kind of whimper.

The kiss got harder.

Sex, let alone good sex, was far from my radar. I was no virgin but I wasn’t experienced either. Something about the way he touched me told me he’d be an amazing lover.

He gave up his hold on the wall to cup my face, his other hand skating down my spine to align our bodies. Need built in me, a shockingly fast wave that had me clutching on to his arms, desperation for something, anything, building.

We sped up, moving in unity.

The door opened behind me, and I tore my mouth away.

“Ugh, get a room.” A woman breezed past us.

I peeked around Valentine to see the lady he’d turned down. Embarrassment chased my man-fever, and I took a breath.

Valentine didn’t falter, though. He gave a laugh that sounded like satisfaction and pressed his lips to my forehead. “Follow me home, aye?”

Across the car park, I threw myself into my car, turning off the heat to let the cold fix my face.

Who the heck had I just become?

And was I really going to do more once we got back?

Chapter 6

Valentine

A group of people stood together outside the hangar, backpacks on and waterproof maps in hand.

The mountain rescue team.

Shite. I’d signed up for training with them and been told I’d shadow Lochinvar, the leader, on a callout. If they’d messaged me to tell me to attend tonight, right when I was fucking aching for my new friend, I’d die.

I slid my phone out, holding myself taut to peer at the screen.

No messages.

Fuck yeah. I punched the air under the line of my window. In the next car over, Mia switched off her engine. I hopped out to open her door.

“Such a gentleman,” she said to the ground.

“Won’t be saying that in thirty minutes when you’re screaming my name,” I quipped back.

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