Page 12 of My Bossy Mountain Man

At first, all I feel is the heat of his breath against my cheeks before it tickles my lips. A wanting of what is to come, he groans right alongside me.

The heat of his tongue leaves me feeling scorched as he tips my head back, demanding entrance. It’s like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have, starving for the discovery of what I taste like.

Instead of getting shy, a moan is the only noise to come out of me at the stroke of his tongue against mine. While he’s busymapping out my mouth like he’s an adventurer, his hands move away from my face and do some exploring for themselves.

“Fuck.” His groan vibrates against my teeth before his hands find my hips. One tug, and my body is against his. Instantly, I can feel the way his body is responding. “Fuck.”

I swear, the only time he curses is whenever it’s just the two of us. More lately than ever. It’s like he can’t control himself when he’s around me. As crazy a thought as that is, I want it to be true.

I want him to completely lose control of himself.

Just as he’s sliding his palms behind me, squeezing my ass through the denim, I’m clutching at his shirt like it’s a lifeline.

I want more. So much more.

He has to take care of this tingling between my legs. Even if I picked the worst freaking outfit ever, I just need him to tuck his hand between my thighs. Stroke the fire a little bit until my legs are trembling. I don’t care, whatever it takes.

Whimpering when his teeth catch my swollen bottom lip, I melt into a puddle against him.

“Dallas…” Moaning his name as he pulls back, through my half-lidded gaze, I see his pupils are blown.

He looks like a shark ready to attack. And he does. Starting with my cheek and then my ear, his mouth soon makes its way down toward my throat. Finally, I feel his tongue against my racing pulse.

“Every inch of you is delicious.” He sounds angry as he sends the compliment in my direction. “I just want to lick you everywhere.”

Is he angry that he can’t tasteallof me? Hey, we’re already making out in the storage room. The lines have been crossed. It’ll take me two seconds flat to ditch these overalls.

“I don’t think the boss of this joint would mind if we kept this going,” I breathe out, cracking a joke.

My words hit him, but not in the way I want them to. He doesn’t laugh. Instead, he pulls back to look at me.

His hardened expression is gone. Instead, I’m taking in flushed cheeks, glossy lips, and a messy hair-do that I must’ve caused with my fingers in the heat of the moment.

His breath tickles my lips, a whisper of what was just there. So close to kissing me again, I’m tempted to stand on my toes and pull him down so I can feel his lips once more.

From the way heat is coiling at the pit of my stomach, I can already tell that there is so much more that I want him to do. Unfortunately, he decides it’s best to put out the firewithouthis hands.

“We need to finish sorting.” Groaning the words out like our task is a chore, his brows come together as he puts some distance between us. “Then… I’ll take you home.”

Oh.Oh.Shoot, did I mess this up?

No. I won’t let it be that way. I finally got to kiss the man of my dreams, and I’m not going to let him have cold feet. No regrets. The lines have been crossed and there isn’t any going back.

We’ll be off the clock. I’ll have the opportunity to finish what was started.

Even if I don’t have a clue what I’m doing, I’m ready to go all out.

6

Dallas

What have I done?

I kissed her. I kissed Tulip—really kissed her—and now my world is unraveling at the seams.

It wasn’t just a brush of lips. It was fire and hunger, the kind of kiss that rewires a man’s brain, that makes every other touch before it feel like a lie. Now, kissing isn’t enough. I want more. Her skin against my palms, her breath against my throat, the soft, broken sounds she’d make if I dropped to my knees and—

Shit.I can’t.

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