Page 38 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“I had no intention of ripping out anyone’s throat. I just wanted to get my prize.” When I press the towel back against her head she gasps and her hand grabs mine.
“You didn’t win anything.” Her hand lingers over mine.
“I guess that depends on perspective. I believe I got the best prize of all.”
“Cowboy, you calling me a prize?”
“No. But I’m saying I was the luckiest cowboy at the fundraiser. And I’m the luckiest guy in this lodge.” I want to kiss her. “Is this very private kitchen considered a public place?”
“Yes.”
“But the doors locked.”
“There are kitchen codes we must follow and respect, and—” I angle my mouth over hers. I brush her pillowy lips ever so lightly. My tongue drags along the seam of her lips. I feel a tickle of her breath. Gently, I suck her velvety lower lip between mine. Then her upper lip. Delicate. Soft. The tiny motion is surprisingly erotic, knowing we can’t go any further. Knowing we both want too.
I lift my head and find her glassy gaze. “I think that was PG.”
Her tongue runs over her lips tasting my flavor. “My turn.”
My heart beats faster as her face comes to mine. There’s a short span of seconds before she lightly brushes her lips across my mouth. So light, I barely feel it. But I swear I melt into her. Her tongue flicks across my lower lip leaving it slick. Her teeth nibble the corner of my mouth. Pleasures radiates through my every stroke of her tongue. It’s all I can do not to delve between her lips.
“PG,” she breathes against my lips before sitting back.
She takes the towel of ice with her and presses it against her head. Her sensual gaze stirs desire in me. It’s all I can not to strip her naked right here.
I lick her sweet maple syrup and berries from my lips. “How the fuck are we going to get anything done today?”
She smiles with a glint of mischief. “It’s for the children.”
A deep growl rumbles up my chest. She laughs. A beautiful sound I could listen to forever.
Baking has never been my go-to anything. I have no interest. Never have. I wouldn’t say it’s high on my granddad’s priorities either. But, for some reason or another, he always ends up on the other end of Betty’s wrath. Thus, the reason I ended up here this weekend.
Chaperoning.
Adults.
We hit our goal by supper. I want to haul her over my shoulder and carry her to my room to have my way with her. But she’s been worried about Betty all day. I phoned my granddad to arrange a lunch date. The old man refused. Said he’d already ordered food and didn’t want me to let Betty win. He’ll be surprised when he realizes I worked with Maggie, not against her.
“I’m going to stop at The Hungry Fox and pick up soup for grams.” Maggie tosses our used linen into a bin. The last of the cleaning. “Maybe you want to order some for Fred.”
“Or we could stop by my truck.”
She breezes past me. Her eyes on mine. “I thought you were trying to get me in your bed?”
I catch her arm and spin her back to my front. Her breasts swell against my chest with her low gasp. “Technically, the back of my truck is called a cargo bed.”
She peers at me through thick lashes. “You really know how to woo a girl.”
I chuckle. “I’ll admit, I’m rusty. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted to woo a girl.”
She breathes deeply. Again, pressing her round mountains against me. My denim tightens in the crotch.
“I can’t get you out of my head. It’s like you put a spell on me, Maggie Hill. Last year. In this lodge. That kiss. That moment. I was lost in you.”
Her tongue darts over her mouth and moistens her luscious kissable lips. They part with another heavy breath. “My grams goes to sleep early. If you don’t mind getting me into my bed, I can sneak you in tonight.”
I kiss the tip of her nose. “I don’t know if I can wait until tonight.”
