Page 45 of Cougar Chronicles

“I don’t have to do anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take care of my animals.”

He turned, but she grabbed his arm. A sizzling current traveled to his groin at her touch. She flung her arms around him, grabbed his cheeks, and drew his lips to hers.

His memories soared to their first kiss in the elevator. She nibbled at his lower lip and then his upper, her tongue probing for entrance.

He granted it. Hell, he was still a man—a man in love with a woman. His body couldn’t help but respond to her physical presence.

He parted his lips, and when her tongue touched his, he melted and his resolve disintegrated.

She tasted of vanilla cream and still a touch of lime. He devoured her mouth. His mind clouded, and energy—hot, raw, and primal—crackled between them.

He gripped her ass, squeezing, kneading, and forced her against the hardness beneath his jeans. Her tiny moans hummed against the back of his throat and he probed farther, deeper, until he was lost in the passion that had sizzled between them since their first meeting.

Then, from somewhere in a different dimension, a small voice broke through the haze.

“Holly! You came back!”

Jack ripped his mouth from Holly’s to stare at Sam. Holly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and turned.

“Why, hi there, Sam.”

“You missed our ride yesterday.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m sure sorry about that. Maybe we can go this afternoon.”

“Holly, stop,” Jack said. He would not allow her to get Sam’s hopes up again. He took a deep breath and willed his nerves to settle. Sam was the most important consideration. His only consideration.

Holly gazed up at him, her lips swollen and scarlet. Damn, she was beautiful. He wanted to grab her again and kiss her until he elicited a promise from her that she’d never leave them.

But he’d be strong.

“Run along, Sam. Holly and I need to talk about grown-up things.”

“What kinds of things are those?”

“When you’re older, I’ll explain it. Go on now. Luisa should have lunch ready soon.”

“But that’s why I came out here, Daddy. Lunch is on the table.”

“Tell Luisa I’ll be a little late. You go on and eat.”

“Okay.” Sam trotted off. The kid never walked. He always trotted or ran.

Jack smiled.

“Jack…”

“What?”

“Maybe you should eat first, and then we’ll talk.”

“Not a chance. You tell me what you came to tell me. And no more kissin’ until it’s all out in the open.”

“So you’re ready to listen now?”

He nodded. That kiss had told him what he already knew. He wasn’t ready to give her up. Not by a long shot. So he’d listen. But he’d listen from a distance. He picked up the curry comb and got back to his horse.

“You stay there,” he said, “and start talkin’.”

---