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I hug her next. “I’m so sorry I left you here alone.” I feel her tense body ease under my embrace. “I’m sorry a guy got into my head so deep that I didn’t think about the consequences of leaving you.”
“I was fine,” she says, but I know her better than that.
“I’m sorry.”
“If you’re so sorry, then move back.”
I lean away from my sister and grip her hands. “About that. I have a plan.”
“You’re not taking the job?”
“Yes, I’m taking the job, but not without sealing the deal with Thorn first.” I step aside to look at Theo. “If you’re sorry for what happened, let’s see if your actions speak louder than your apology.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I want to marry your brother before I leave.”
Chapter Seventeen
THORN
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THE CALENDAR SIGNING is scheduled to last a few hours tops. With the way the mayor ushers folks along steadily, we will be right on time.
At promptly nine, the lineups begin. All the women from the last two days clutch their calendars, taking turns getting signatures from the model cowboys, including me. The women move steadily, sliding their calendars across the table to gather signatures from each cowboy. It’s a fast, steady pace. Mayor Thomas walks behind us, ensuring we stay focused, and no more than a friendly greeting is shared with the ladies.
I’m team Thomas today. The quicker we move, the more time I spend with Flora, who disappeared once we got to the Enchanted Ballroom. It’s almost lunch, and there’s been no sign of her for nearly three hours. Where is she? What’s she doing?
Then, the last signature is scribbled, and the woman, as pretty as a flower, slides a pair of panties in front of me. “Will you sign these for me?”
Ten minutes later, we’re in my suite, and with a swift motion, I pull her close. “Our bodies collide. “You were gone way too damn long today.” I capture her lips in a searing kiss. Electricity course through my veins, and the longing desire of the morning rush into our kiss.
“You had enough women to keep you busy.”
“I don’t want any woman but you,” I growl, latching onto her lower lip with my teeth.
She moans, and I catch the sensuous sound in another rough kiss. I can’t get enough of her sweetness and want so much more.
I hoist her into my arms. Her legs snake around my middle. Our hungry mouths move together as I carry her toward the bedroom. I push the door with my foot, barely registering the soft creak. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer and deepening the kiss.
My legs hit the bed, and I toss her on the mattress. The soft comforter swallows her for a moment and her laughter consumes me.
“Don’t just stand there.” She props herself on her elbows. “Take it off.”
With a teasing smile, I pull my shirt over my head. I watch her eyes roam over my bare torso.
“What are you waiting for?” I teasingly bark at her.
Eyes sparkling with mischief, she mirrors my actions. Her fingers deftly work to loosen the buttons of her blouse. Each piece of clothing we rid further fuels my desire. I drink in the sight of her naked body sprawled out on my bed—beautiful, vulnerable, and utterly mine. I love the rise and fall of her chest and the way her lips part slightly as she awaits my next move.
The bed creaks beneath my knees. I crawl toward her, slow and teasing, trailing my kisses up her leg.
She gasps when my lips brush her inner thigh.
With a quick glance into her beautiful eyes, I dive between her legs. My mouth finds her sweetness, and my tongue teases the delicate skin. Her fingers tangle in my hair, and her nails scrape my scalp.
I pick up the rhythm, alternating between soft flicks and deeper, lingering strokes. Her moans fill the space, urging me on. Each of her sweet little sounds—the ones I can’t get enoughof—confirm I’m taking her higher. I slip my finger inside her, and her heat and slickness tighten around me.
