Page 16 of A Moon Lake Christmas Hero

I had never tasted someone as sweet, as perfect. Her soft mewing sounds heated my blood and made me want to take her right here, right now.

I lifted her up, pressed her against me, urged her to wrap her legs around my waist without ever losing contact with her lips.

Exchanging sloppy kisses turned into a duel of our tongues. I carried her a couple of steps, then pressed her against my SUV, ground against her hot center.

I was in heaven. Until a blaring sound made us both freeze.

Shit.

We accidentally triggered the car alarm.

I sighed. Let my forehead fall against hers. Inhaled her sharp breaths and stared into her eyes. “I did not see this coming.”

A strangled laugh escaped her mouth, and I couldn’t not kiss her. I gave her a quick peck on the lips, then searched my pocket for my car keys.

She loosened her legs and slowly slipped down, while I clicked the car open. The sudden silence was a blessing.

I opened the door for her, and she got in while avoiding looking at me.

Perfect, just perfect.

At first, I told her what to do, and then I attacked her with a kiss.

I was rusty with the ladies, but this kind of behavior was unacceptable, especially for me.

Especially me basically being her boss.

I tightened my hand around the doorframe, then forced myself to relax.

“Erin?” It took a second before she looked up and met my gaze.

“I’m sorry for attacking you.”

A second ticked by, then another, before her mouth turned into a devious grin. “I’m not.”

It took every inch of self-control to not attack her again, to not drag her out of the car, throw her over my shoulder, and take her upstairs into my bedroom.

I zeroed in on her lips. Would one more stolen kiss suffice?

Because every fiber in my body screamed to do it.

Claim her.

Take her.

Make her mine.

Instead, I closed the door, rounded the hood, and got in.

We drove for a while, saying nothing. I should show her around town. Should point out the various shops, restaurants, and places she needed to know. The school. The grocery store. Blake’s Bar.

Instead, I remained silent.

And so did she.

What was she thinking? With me coming on so strong? And what had gotten into me?

Was it the right move to force her to stay with us? Not that I would allow her to stay at that barn. But the Inn would’ve been perfectly adequate, would’ve been better suited.

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