Page 34 of The Rancher's Second-Choice Wife

But as soon as Valerian had asked her, the stars in her eyes turned into an entire fucking galaxy, and her voice took a now-familiar tone of breathlessness as she answered him with absolutely no hesitation at all.

"Yes!"

His heart slammed against his chest.

Yes.

Just like that, just like always, she had given him what he wanted.

Needed.

He cupped her face like he vaguely remembered doing in the past.

Heard her breath catch in the sweetest fucking way as he lowered his head.

And then just like before, he was covering her mouth with his.

But this time, he knew it was a kiss he would remember forever.

Poppy, Poppy, Poppy.

There had been rare instances in his life, for various reasons, that a kiss alone had been able to make his cock throb and harden with need.

But this was definitely the first fucking time that his soul had come alive with a kiss.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He had never kissed with need coursing through his body and his soul. It was the most powerful sensation. The hottest. The most fucking addictive. And before he knew it, his large hands were covering the sweet round cheeks of her bottom as he pulled her close, his cock throbbing harder against her belly, and his tongue driving inside the innocent warmth of her mouth.

The more he kissed her, the more he couldn't get enough of her. And the more he tasted her, the more he wanted. He would’ve kept kissing her until they were both out of breath. He would’ve kept kissing her because it seemed impossible for him to stop.

Except he did stop...the moment her arms circled his neck, and he felt her fingers play with the curls of his hair.

No. Fuck. No.

His entire body jerked, and he didn’t even realize he had shoved her away until he heard her stunned cry...followed by the sound of screeching tires.

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