“Off the record?” His lips twitch up with the joke at the same time his hand comes up to cup my cheek and his lips brush mine. It’s a light touch. Soft and testing.
“Off the record,” I agree, and then the kiss deepens. It’s slow and deliberate as his hands twine through my hair, tugging me gently toward him as if I’m going to go anywhere.
His hand finds the back of my neck, mine curls into his shirt. The fire sparks and everything but this cowboy and the need he ignites in me, fades away.
Chapter 5
Cash
The second my lips touch hers, I know I’ve made a mistake. There’s no pulling back from this, and I don’t care. Every line I told myself I wouldn’t cross disappears.
The only thing that matters is this woman and this moment.
From the moment she set foot on my ranch, I’ve wanted this. Right or wrong. It doesn’t matter anymore.
Kali smells like roses, but tastes like the sweet red wine we’d had with dinner. The combination is intoxicating.
Her hand fists my shirt as if she’s afraid I’ll change my mind. I can feel every tremor in her body. Every sharp breath she takes, and it hits me just how much I’ve wanted this—wantedher—without even admitting it to myself.
She makes a quiet moan when I tilt her chin higher, and it damn near undoes me.
I try to remember every reason why this is a bad idea. She’s young.Tooyoung for a cowboy like me. She’s a goddamn reporter. Here for a story. A story I didn’t want anything to do with.
But she’s right here. Warm and real and looking at me like she wants this just as badly as I do.
“Cash…” she whispers, half warning, half plea.
“I know.” My voice is rough, only barely controlled. “Tell me to stop.”
She doesn’t.
She won’t.
If anyone is going to put a stop to this, it’s me. But I can’t.
The fire pops, throwing shadows across her face. I trace one finger down her cheek, behind her ear and down her throat, just to see her shiver.
I kiss her again, slower this time, letting it build until the need between us stops feeling like a choice. With a growl, I pull her toward me, so she’s sitting on my lap.
“Better.” With this new angle, I tip her head back and drop a trail of kisses down her neck to her collarbone. I keep one hand holding her firmly on my lap, the other tugs at the button of her blouse, needing more access.
Frustrated, I give the fabric a sharp tug, sending buttons scattering across the wood floor. Kali lets out a surprised cry. “Too many buttons on these fancy city clothes,” I growl and slide the silky and very inappropriate for a ranch, blouse down and off her shoulders.
“Better.” My eyes immediately find her full, ripe tits straining against her pink satin bra.
My rough hands slide over the smooth, silky fabric as I squeeze her tits, pulling moans from Kali’s throat.
Her nipples pebble under my touch, and soon, as much as I like the bra, it’s got to go, too.
I unhook it and tear it from her skin, leaving her bare. She arches into my touch, her eyes burning with need. I drag my thumb over the swell of her breast, and she shivers under my touch.
Unable to resist her, I dip my head and pull her hard, aching nipple into my mouth, pulling more groans from her, while I squeeze, flick, and pinch the other.
She’s grinding against me, rolling her hips against my dick. I can feel how hot she is through my jeans. My painfully hard cock straining against my jeans, desperate for release. I want to take it slow with her, savour every second of this, but patience isn’t something I have left.
“Kali,” I grit out, “you have no idea what you’re doing to me.” My voice is low and dangerous. I need her to know this is so much more than simple wanting. Ineedher with a hunger that threatens to consume me.
When I lift my head from her chest, she’s looking at me, lips parted, cheeks flushed. The trust in her eyes hits me hard, and my control snaps.
