Page 12 of Accidentally Kidnapping the Cowboy

“Ordinary, I guess. So it’s not a fair comparison. I don’t know if your kisses are as good as the others I’ve had.” My cheeks go hot as I realize how that sounds, like I’m inviting him to kiss me on the mouth.

He doesn’t reply, which makes me feel embarrassed.

I look up, ready to apologize again, but the words die on my lips when I see the look on his face. No longer soft and indulgent. He’s glaring at me, much in the same way he did in the jail cell, and I don’t understand why.

He can’t be this mad that I suggested we kiss. Not after licking me.

“I don’t know if I can manage anordinarykiss,” he bites out sarcastically. “But I should probably try.”

“You don’tneedto,” I snap back.

“I certainly do! We’re going to be married tomorrow, Daisy, or did you forget that part?”

“I never thought we’d actually get married! I thought it would be enough that we were simply engaged!”

“And I didn’t think I’d be so God damned protective of a woman that I’d want to snap off the heads of the mediocre men who had given her standard, ordinary kisses before, but here we are. Both of us, thrust into the unknown together.”

He’s breathing hard. We both are.

His gaze goes to my mouth and lingers there. “Do you want me to kiss you on the mouth, Daisy?”

“You’re the one who brought up kissing,” I say primly. I don’t know what it is about this man who makes me so, so… so.

“I did.” He rubs his jaw, his gaze still intent and searching. His fingers drag to his lower lip, and he pulls on it.

My breath goes short, my head starting to spin.

“I like the way you look at my mouth, Daisy,” he says softly.

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t fucking stop.” He drops his hand and pulls me right against him, his arms strong around my back. “Daisy, Daisy, Daisy…you better not be a fucking demon.”

“I’m not,” I promise dumbly.

“I’d still fucking kiss you,” he admits as he lowers his head, covering my mouth with his own.

At first, there’s no licking.

It’s still better than nice, and definitely more than all right, from the way it sends a bolt of heat right through my center.

It’s…firm. A demand, really. More than a kiss. Like a sharp knock on a heavy door.

I gasp against him, my lips parting, and his tongue traces that welcoming seam coming apart for him.

Licking is a part of kissing.

Well, I didn’t know that before, not really. Not personally.

But now I can see how it is, yes.

Yes.

My own tongue reaches for his without me consciously thinking about it. I push back at him, making him work for entrance to my mouth, and he growls in a good way, as if he enjoys the challenge. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down, holding him close as I make him spar with me. Back and forth, back and forth. Licking each other and moaning because it feels so good, it feels incredible, and I regret making him stop at my wrist. I regret that so much, because now I need to know how he’d kiss my elbow and my shoulder and my neck…

My head tips back.

“You want more?” he rasps. “Is this an invitation, Daisy?”

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