Page 20 of Love Shots

Oh. Well, shit.

“Yeah, oh,” Teddy grunted out. Wait, had she just said that out loud? Apparently whiskey was hell on her filter.

She didn’t know what to say. Talking in her head clearly wasn’t safe either. She needed to get out of there. Pull herself together. In private.

Carefully unraveling herself from his hold, Summer attempted to take a step back, but Teddy was right there. He didn’t touch her, simply moved with her, his gaze holding her in place.

“I mean it, Summer. Don’t run from me. You think I’ve waited this long to taste you, only to let you leave?”

She involuntarily gulped at the hunger she saw in his eyes.

“It’s late. Go to bed. I’ll come by at one tomorrow to pick you up and take you over to the ranch. We’ll talk. I’ll kiss you. We’ll enjoy our day. And then I’ll kiss you again.”

Well, all righty then.

The smile he graced her with made her wonder if she had just said that out loud too. Yes. It was definitely time for her to go to bed.

CHAPTER SEVEN

That kiss. That goddamn kiss. It was something else. Better than he’d imagined. And he’d imagined plenty. It had also gone from PG-13 to X-rated pretty damn quickly when Summer had pushed herself into the thigh he’d not so innocently placed between her legs.

Kissing her hadn’t been a part of the plan last night. He’d been finding it hard to leave her side ever since he’d found out about her scumbag ex, and he was hoping to talk to her more about how she was really doing. How that descended into truth or drink, he still didn’t know. But he couldn’t deny how happy he was. After that kiss, everything was now crystal clear. Summer was his.

She hadn’t come right out and told him how she felt, but that kiss said it all. The way she melted into him. Dragged her nails down his chest. Mewed into his mouth. It was all Teddy needed to take the next step. Operation Make Summer His. They’d wasted too much time already. Well, no more.

After knocking on Summer’s apartment door, he held his breath. He had no idea what to expect after last night. Was she going to retreat? Pretend nothing happened? Or was she going to throat-punch him for taking advantage of the situation? You never knew with Summer. It was part of her charm.

When the door did fly open, all rational thought went out the window. Her dirty blonde hair was down, and she was wearing some sort of clingy dress thing. The dark green an exact match for the flecks in her beautiful eyes. She’d paired the dress with flat black ankle boots. Jesus. She looked hot.

Screw going slow.

“Hi.” A corner of her mouth tipped up into a smile as she noticed his perusal of her. She knew exactly what she was doing to him.

He didn’t reply. Instead, he closed the distance between them and dipped his head. Hearing her breathing hitch made him feel ten feet tall. It also allowed for those pretty pink lips to part. And he was going to take full advantage. Again.

As soon as his lips touched hers, he felt the same jolt of electricity that had pulsed through his veins last night. She tasted of mint and coffee and something uniquely Summer. Something sweet and tangy enough to make his skin tingle.

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