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“Whatever the hell we want,” he growls against my skin, his breath hot, pure liquid fire for my soul.

It’s a free fall into the unknown. As his hands find the hem of my dress, peeling it up inch by torturous inch, I realize I don’t care about sanity. With every brush of his lips, every nip and suckle, I surrender.

The need pulsing between us is like a living thing, wild and untamable. I drive my fingers into his hair, pulling him back to my lips for another searing kiss. His taste is so seductive that it makes me dizzy.

“Please tell me you feel this, too. You want this as much as I do.” Travis whispers, his voice holding a note of urgency that thrums through my veins.

“God, yes,” I admit. “I can’t stop.”

“Then we won’t.”

The cowboy claims my mouth once more with an intensity that leaves no room for thought. Only feeling. Only the soft touch of his tongue and the rough calluses of his hands as they slide under my dress and into my panties so his fingers can brush bare wet skin.

Our breaths mingle, warm, and hot, heavy with lust. I want nothing more than to be marked by him, claimed in a way thatresonates deep in my bones. As I cling to him, I discover a truth I can’t deny—sometimes, the body demands what the mind refuses to accept. And I want Travis Kincaid with a fervor that defies all logic, all reason. Regardless of the nightmare I left behind, and my vows to never fall again, I’m ready to risk it all for Travis’s touch.

My fingers clutch his shirt, desperately pulling him into me as if I can somehow meld us together. Our heartbeats sync in a frantic rhythm. Our kisses speak of longing and need, whispering promises of tangled sheets and hushed confessions. It’s thrilling and terrifying all at once. Passion and tenderness collide, but there’s still room for doubt and fear. The urgent desire to explore this thing between us threatens to override every other conscious thought.

My breath stalls when his thumb brushes my cheekbone, the touch laden with unspoken meaning. “Stay with me tonight,” he murmurs, his gaze intense and searching.

My pulse quickens, and every nerve ending comes alive. The pull between us is magnetic and undeniable. Yet a flicker of hesitation sparks in my chest, and I lay one hand over his heart.

“I... we can’t,” I whisper, even as my body betrays my words, and I lean into his touch.

Concern is etched across his forehead. “Why not?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat, struggling to find the right words. “This isn’t... it isn’t supposed to be real.”

His hand cups my face, his thumb tracing my lower lip. “Does this feel fake to you?”

A shaky exhale escapes me. “No,” I admit, my voice barely audible. “It feels more real than anything has in a long time.”

Travis’s expression softens. “Then why fight it?”

My heart races, torn between desire and self-preservation. “I’m scared,” I confess. “What if this changes everything?”

“Maybe it already has,” he says softly, his forehead resting against mine. “Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.”

I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of his touch, his solid presence. When I open them again, I’m drowning in the depths of his gaze, seeing a reflection of my longing mirrored there.

But I draw in a shaky breath and gently push him away.

Chapter 6

Travis

With my back pressed against the weathered wood, palms resting on the rough surface, and the taste of Rachel still sweet on my lips, my heart gallops in my chest. The air is thick with the smell of fresh hay and diminishing arousal.

“Damn.” Rachel sighs, straightening her clothes and then putting her socks back on.

“You want help with the boots?” I ask.

Sharp sarcasm glints in her hazel eyes, but her tone is soft and regretful. “I’m good, thanks.”

I stare at her, and my insides melt. Fuck if she isn’t the living, breathing embodiment of every goddamn fantasy I’ve had since laying eyes on her. Better even. Every kiss sparks something primitive deep in my bones, a longing I don’t want to bottle up anymore. She makes me feel alive with each touch, hell, every time her pupils widen. The velvet softness of her thighs, the temptation of her pussy just inches away—even her change in plans hasn’t relaxed my cock. I’m hard as a rock and primed for some action.

I take a few steps away, needing the space to think, to breathe. To give her the distance she requested.

Her wavy hair and curves can obviously drive a man to sin; it’s chaos to my ordered life. She stirs in me a lightness, a damn giddiness I haven’t known in years. It’s ridiculous how much I want to keep her close, to find reasons for her to stay.

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