Page 19 of Levi

“I want to kiss that lipstick off,” he growled, his voice thick with desire.

She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling with lust, before leaning into him and pressing her lips against his. He groaned as their tongues met, his hands roaming over her body, desperate to feel every inch of her.

He cupped her ass, pulling her closer, and she moaned softly into his mouth. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, her arousal evident in the way she moved against him.

He slowly raised his lips from hers. “Let’s skip dinner.”

“But I’m hungry.”

“Hell, so am I, and I don’t mean food.” He lowered his head until he heard someone yell.

“Get a room!”

Kinley laughed and he chuckled.

“Best damn idea I’ve heard all night,” Levi yelled and chuckled when he heard them laugh.

“Now you have lipstick on you. Let me get that.” She reached into her purse, removed a tissue and wiped his lips.

“We’d better get inside, or we’ll lose our reservations, but we’re going to continue this later.”

“I’m game if you are.”

“Come on before we give everyone a show.” He grabbed her hand, led her to the restaurant, and entered. The hostess showed them to a booth, placed the menus on the table, took their drink orders, then returned, setting the drinks on the table.

“Your server is Marco, and he will be right with you. Enjoy your evening,” she said and walked off.

They picked up their menus and looked at them.

“This place has the best food,” Kinley said as her eyes scanned the menu. “It’s always a tough choice.”

“I think I’ll get the ribeye.”

“I’m not sure yet.” She kept looking as she picked up her soda and took a sip.

“Hi, I’m Marco, your server. Are you ready to order?”

“Kinley?”

“Uh, yes. I’ll have the chicken parmesan, baked potato, and ranch dressing for the salad.” She smiled as she handed the server her menu.

“And for you, sir?”

Levi placed his order, then handed the menu to the server.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Yes, sir. I’ll be back with your orders soon.” The server walked off.

“Did the bull make it?” Kinley asked.

“Yes. He’s going to be fine. We found one of the wolves dead. Apparently, the bull was able to fight back and gored it. This was one of Cody’s younger bulls, and the horns hadn’t been tipped yet.”

“Tipped?”

“Yeah, the ends of the horns are taken off.All competing animals have their horns tipped prior to arriving at check-in for the event. The only exemption are turned down horns. It’s safer for the rider.”

“I see. That’s sad for the wolf though. I know they’re dangerous, but wolves are so beautiful.”

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