Page 37 of Cowboy Bull's Promise

Not at all.

Chapter Eight-Kian

I have to get her out of this truck before I do something stupid.

At least, that’s the plan.

But the second I pull up outside her apartment building, my self-control shatters.

She reaches for the door handle, fingers curling around it, and I move.

It’s completely involuntarily.

But it happens all the same.

Before she can even blink, I’m cupping her soft jaw, guiding her toward me with a touch that feels too desperate, too reverent to be casual.

“What—”

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding,” I growl, voice rough and tight and shaking with everything I’ve been trying not to feel.

Then I kiss her.

Hard.

My mouth crashes into hers like I’ve been waiting my whole damn life to do it—because maybe I have.

She gasps.

It’s sweet.

She’s startled.

I catch it, swallowing her breath like it’s oxygen and I’m drowning.

And fuck, she tastes divine.

Like wildflowers and want.

All heat and innocence and something just a little dangerous underneath.

It’s not a gentle kiss. It can’t be.

Not with how she’s been living in my bloodstream for weeks.

Not with the way my Bull is stomping at my inside, trying to bust through my ribs, demanding more.

What’s more? It’s a miracle.

See, Arliss doesn’t push me away.

She doesn’t slap me across the face in outrage.

She moans, soft and breathy, and then her lips part, inviting me in.

Her tongue slides against mine and God help me, I nearly lose it.

I could come just from this.

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