Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
I lean in, intending to press a kiss to his cheek, but he shifts his head at the last moment, and my lips brush his. The second we touch—soft skin on soft skin, breath mingling in the air between us—sparks ignite. Lightning flashes. Thunder rolls. And I’m pretty sure a hole is torn in the space-time continuum.
At least for me.
I don’t know if it’s the fact that I haven’t kissed anyone in seven months or how desperately I want Dylan’s help or something magical in the light of the harvest moon, but the moment our lips make contact, I go from definitely interested to dying-for-more-of-Mr.-Hunter at the speed of light.
He threads his hand into my hair and makes a fist, sending my ponytail holder flying as he pulls me in hard and close, kissing me like a drowning man surfacing for a gasp of air. His tongue sweeps through my mouth, stroking, tasting, laying claim as I respond with the same hunger.
I twine my arms around his neck and press closer, as close as two people can get while still fully dressed. I rub against him, relishing the feel of his firm body and the even firmer length growing thick and heavy behind the fly of his jeans.
He wants me, wants this.
All I need to do is convince him there’s no reason not to take what he wants.
“You feel so good,” I murmur between kisses, moaning as his hands grip my ass, pulling me tight to where he’s so deliciously hard.
“We should stop,” he says, even as he guides my leg up around his thigh, the better to grind against me exactly where I want him most.
I gasp at the sudden intimacy of the contact, but God, it feels so good. “Oh no, don’t stop.”
“If I don’t stop soon, I’m going to take you right here.” His hand roams up to cup my breast through my sweatshirt. “On the ground, in the dirt. It’s been a long time for me, Blondie.”
“Me, too. Way too long.” I moan against his lips as he rolls my nipple through my clothes.
“Then we both know this isn’t the way to make this decision.” He brings his hands back to my hair, guiding it out of my eyes and then holding my face captive as he stares down at me, breathing fast. “So we’re going to go home. Alone. And we’ll talk about this tomorrow.”
“I was enjoying not talking,” I say, my nerves humming and my panties damp with how much I want this.
Want him.
I knew from the moment I laid eyes on Dylan Hunter that he was a sexy beast, but I had no idea the chemistry between us would be this combustible. I hadn’t known chemistry like this existed. Even with Jeremy, it was never like this.
Like a drug. A high. A fix I want so bad I’m shaking with it.
“Me, too.” The hunger that flashes across Dylan’s features as his hands return to my back, his fingertips tracing my spine, assures me I’m not alone. “So why don’t we put the baby-making talk on hold and go back to my place? I have condoms.”
I’m tempted—God, am I tempted—but I wasn’t lying when I said I want a baby more than anything. I truly do.
Even more than I want to be naked with this sexy-as-hell man.
“As much as I would love to,” I say, “truly. That’s not the kind of relationship I need right now. If you decide you don’t want to help me, I’ll completely understand. But if you won’t, I’ll need to find someone who will, and that’ll be easier if I’m not already involved.”
Dylan’s eyes narrow, but his mouth remains soft, and after a moment he steps away with a nod. “All right. I’ll have an answer for you by tomorrow afternoon. Monday morning at the latest.”
Heart lifting, soaring into the air on wings of hope, a smile explodes across my face. “Perfect! Thank you so much. I appreciate you giving this a chance. Some thought. Some time.” I wave a hand, awkward again now that there’s physical distance between us. “All those things. I appreciate them.”
He shakes his head slowly as he backs away. “I still think it’s crazy,” he warns. “And I’m probably going to say no.”
I press my lips together and nod, but secretly I’m thinking, But maybe you won’t say no. Maybe you’ll say yes. You’re at least going to think about it, which you weren’t going to do before we kissed.
The thought gives me an idea, a naughty, not-playing-fair idea that keeps me smiling as I wave goodbye and Dylan steps through the gate at the edge of his pasture, starting up the hill toward his place.
I have a secret weapon now, something I can use to my advantage if I dare to bend the rules. Honor is all well and good, but this is a battle I’m determined to win at any cost.