Page 23 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“I’m sure they’re too tuckered to fight.”
“Hmmm.” He continues to watch them. His burly body leans on the doorframe. Arms crossed over his big chest. Head stretched out.
Damn, he’s sexy. But there’s no time to think about his friends with benefits offer. Especially not now that we’re starting the cookies over and strapped for time.
I massage the tips of my fingers into my temple. Of all the ways I thought this weekend would go, cleaning a kitchen with cowboy Cole wasn’t on the agenda. And yet, something deep inside me finds the idea thrilling. Doing anything with Cole excites me.
He stops beside me. Smelling all delicious. Giving his manly vibes. Intentionally or not. “I’ll find a broom.”
“I’ll get some cloths.” I take a step. My foot slips. I try to steady myself, but my other foot slides. I reach for him. My fingers drag down his T-shirt. The strong solid man I expect to catch me slips too. We stumble. We bang into each other. Our arms flail to grab anything. Our legs twist and turn uncontrollably. And before either of us can stop, we’re sailing to the ground.
I scream.
Cole curses.
It ain’t pleasant. We crash to the floor in the least cute Hallmark movie sort of way. Pain ricochets down my side. I’m sure my hip is bruised. Cole’s arm curls behind my neck protecting my head.We both come to a finish splayed out on the floor.
“I hate our grandparents.” Cole groans.
I tilt my head to look at him. “You know, he started it.”
Cole’s head slopes to look at me. A smirk cracks his lips. “She started it.”
I smile. “Grams would never.” But we both know she would.
There’s a buzz between us. A moment of silence where we simply stare at one another. In the midst of the distraction, he catches me off guard when he smears a handful of flour and egg on my cheek.
I gasp and sit up. “Jerk.” I shove his side.
He chuckles, and grasps my hands. He hauls himself into a sitting position.
“You got a little something here.” He waves a finger in front of his face.
“Oh, do I?”
“You do. Let me help you.” He cups the side of my face.
I’m powerless to his touch. The pad of his thumb gently rubs my skin. His dark rust-colored eyes take me somewhere I’ve never been before. I’m lost in the raw lust, desire, and craving behind those eyes. I’ve never had a man stare at me the way he does. I’ve spent my career climbing a competitive ladder of egotistical assholes trying to fuck me or fuck me over. Cole doesn’t see me as an object to conquer. It’s refreshing and thrilling.
His head dips and his lips stop short by mine. “When are we going to talk? So I know whether I can kiss you or not.”
“We can talk now.”
“Okay.” His thumb drags over my bottom lip. “Maggie Hill?”
“Cole Gray?”
He chuckles. “I’m actually not sure what to say here.”
“Friends with benefits pops to mind.” I lightly touch his forearm. “Vacation fling is another.” I slowly run my fingers up his bulging arm. His hair tickles my palm. “Lots of kissing.”
“I like kissing.”
“Lots of making out.”
He growls. “I like making out.”
I gnaw on my lower lip. “Lots of sex.”
