Page 10 of The Cowboy of the Mountain

“Are you inviting me back to your place, Cowboy?”

“I am. How could I call myself your boyfriend if I didn’t treat you to a nice home-cooked meal?”

She smiles. “Almost forgot about that. I’m not sure I thanked you properly for rescuing me.”

“Passed out before you had the chance.”

She blushes again and tries to hide it by turning away. I barely resist the urge to capture her chin between my fingers and tilt her head back toward me. But I know once I touch her. Once our eyes lock when my hands are on her. I know I wouldn’t be able to hold back.

“Won’t let me live it down, will you?” she asks when she finally faces me again.

Jesus. Jesus. It’s like I’m seeing her for the first time again. Everything about her is perfect. Flawless and feminine and painfully gorgeous. I’m not sure we’ll make it to the kitchen. Might not even make it to my truck if she keeps looking at me like that.

“If you come back with me, I’ll never bring it up again.”

She hums. “Sounds like you plan on seeing me more than tonight.”

I plan on seeing you for the rest of my life, sweet girl. You just don’t know it yet.

“How’s that sound to you?”

Her teeth scrape against her bottom lip as her gaze rakes against my skin like hot coals. Burn me. Sear me. I want to feel it all.

“What’s my name again?”

Mine.

“Mia. Testing me?”

She hums. “Maybe a little, Cowboy. But can you blame me?”

I shake my head. “Not at all.” I swallow as my heart slams against my ribcage. I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want Mia. It’s crazy how fast I’ve fallen for this girl. I don’t think I ever felt this way for my ex. Scratch that. I know I never felt anything like this for my ex.

And all those matches Juliet set me up with? They were smoldering embers compared to the raging wildfire engulfing me as I stare at Mia.

“Did I pass?”

Her mouth opens. I watch her tongue as it presses against the back of her teeth. My cock has been solid for the last hour, and I swear it’s about to explode as I watch that hot little tongue move in her mouth, imagining it rolling over me. Wrapped around mine. Stroking…

“I’ll let you know once I taste your food.”

Salvation. Every ounce of tension melts away. My girl’s coming home.

“But first I need to let my friend know where I’m heading.”

I swallow. “Understood. I promise I’ll behave myself.”

She makes a soft noise as she scans me up and down. “Shame,” she says before turning on her heel and heading for the door that leads to the main lobby of the Inn.

Can’t let my girl be disappointed now, can I?

We make it to my truck, but we don’t make it to the kitchen. The moment we cross the threshold of my farmhouse, I’m on her. Hands wrapped around her throat. Her nails digging into my forearms. Our bodies crushing together against the wall as our lips meet. Fireworks explode in the blackness behind my eyelids when I finally taste her.

There’s nothing soft about this kiss. It’s not sweet or gentle. I’m rough with my girl, driven by an animalistic urge to claim her lips. Take and take and take some more. There’s no satiating my hunger for her. I’ll always want more. Need more.

Mia moans into my mouth as I run my hands down the length of her body until I reach her ass and grab her firmly, fingers digging into her curves.

“So fucking soft, Mia,” I rasp against her neck after finally breaking the seal. Tongue against her neck. The taste of her against my lips. Her back slides against the wall as I lift her.

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