Page 58 of The Rancher's Unrequited Love

A blast of icy wind strikes my skin as I study the B&B he's taken me to. It's a picturesque three-story brick building, and I hear its doors being unlocked just as Aidan takes my hand-carry out of the backseat.

"Thank you for all of your help," I say politely.

"I'll help you check in."

"It's not necessary." I try reaching for the handle of my luggage, but he swiftly puts it behind his back, and I end up falling against him as I lose my balance.

Shit.

Before I can even try moving away, one hand is already gripping my hair while Aidan has his other arm going around my waist.

"Stop—-"

But he's already pulling me closer, and my heart races. I put my hands up, intending to push him away, but the moment I come into contact with the muscular wall of his chest—-

Oh God.

My senses reel at the hard warmth of his body, and I find myself clutching his shirt instead of pushing him away.

"Serafina..."

Hearing my name on his lips makes me whimper, and the sound makes his hold on my hair tighten...just before his mouth crashes over mine, and I'm suddenly drowning in a maelstrom of heat and passion. The kiss deepens, and my heart slams against my chest. His lips ravage mine over and over, his kiss scorching the air around us until every inch of me is burning—-

No!

I manage to wrench myself away, shaken and desperately clinging to the last smallest piece of sanity inside of me."Why did you do that?"

"Because I want to kiss you."

"You just can't kiss—-"

"I also want you to be my girlfriend."

"What?"

"But if you're ready for marriage—-"

"Are you insane?"

"Please don't think this is a dig on your current situation, but..." His broad shoulders move in a shrug. "I've never had problems knowing what I want."

Shit.

It really does sound like a dig, and I almost wish I can convince myself it is one.

But one look at his gaze, and I know Wyoming Keanu isn't lying. He really does think he likes me. Really does think he wants me to be his girlfriend, and...I just wish I can make myselfthinkit's true.

"I'm flattered," I say lightly, "but I'll have to say no. One of us has to be sensible, and you don't even know me—-"

"I know enough," he says quietly.

What does that even mean?

"I know you think what just happened is next to crazy—-"

"Because it is," I cry out.

"And I can tell you're running away from something—-"

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