Page 7 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
Her fingertips dig into my chest. “We don’t talk about the prize room. It was a onetime mistake.”
“Mistake?” I whistle under my breath. “Harsh.”
“It won’t happen again. Ever.”
“Ever is a long time.” I straighten my Stetson.
“I didn’t agree to spend the week prepping this event with you and your lying granddad.”
“We’re not as bad as you think we are.” I wink at her. “But you’ve already experienced how good I am.”
Her cheeks flush a rosy color that stains her neck. She presses her lips together in a thin line. Her chest rises and falls with each breath. She may be trying to work up the courage to tell me off, or slap me, or both. But damn, if she’s not sexy and adorable doing so.
“I’m as equally annoyed as our grandparents in this situation” she finally says. “If not, more. But we’re doing it for the kids.”
“We are.”
“We can be professional adults for a week.”
“We can.”
“So we agree?”
“Seems that way.” I glance down where her finger lingers against my chest. “Are we also hands off or...?”
Her gaze follows mine and she practically jumps away from me. I catch a flash of heat and desire in her green flecked eyes. But she’s quick to rid them.
“Hands off.”
I take a step, closing in the distance between us. “I can’t say I’m not disappointed. All I’ve thought about this last year is your legs wrapped around my waist.”
Her small gasp lights up my insides.
I hook her chin with my finger and tilt her face further upward. Her luscious lips pucker in defence.
Adorable.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
