And how I don’t want there to be one.
The back door opens, letting in a rush of cold evening air. The day was warm, but as soon as the sun goes down out here, the mountains are quick to remind you it’s still winter.
“Smells…interesting in here.” The corner of Cash’s mouth tells me he’s trying hard not to laugh.
I put a hand on my hip and shoot him a look. “I’m making dinner.”
“Is that what you call this?” He lifts the burnt pan from the sink, sparing it only a quick glance before he looks at me with raised brows.
“Well, I’m trying.”
He laughs and crosses the kitchen. “City girl, you do a lot of things well.” His eyes blaze with desire as he speaks. “But I don’t think we can add cooking to that list.”
I swat at him, but he catches my wrist easily. His fingers curl around it, sending a jolt up my arm, as he pulls me into his chest. “But you do so many other things very,verywell.” He leans in just enough so that his breath brushes my cheek. “Now, be a good girl and put that spatula down before you decide to hit me with it.”
I laugh at the same time heat flares between my legs. He’s not wrong. I would hit him with the spatula, but he knows the effect his words have on me. “You’re distracting me,” I protest. Still, I do as he asks.
“That’s kind of the point.” His lips brush my neck, sending shivers through me.
The air thickens, my pulse racing as he pushes me back against the counter. His hips press into mine, pining me exactly where I want to be.
The kiss starts soft, almost hesitant, as if he’s giving me a chance to change my mind.
It’s not going to happen.
Not with him. Not ever.
My hands find his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. He deepens the kiss and the world narrows to nothing but my cowboy and me.
When he lifts me onto the counter, I forget to breathe.
I also forgot that I’m in the kitchen of a house that’s not mine. A house that I’m a guest in.
That is, until the sound of footsteps breaks the spell Cash has on me.
“Smells like something—oh hell!”
Anna’s laughter follows Wyatt’s groan. “We’ll just…eat later.”
I drop my forehead against Cash’s shoulder, totally mortified. “Perfect timing.”
We haven’t exactly kept our relationship, or whatever it is, a secret from them. But having Wyatt and Annathinksomething is a whole lot different than having themknowit.
Cash chuckles against my hair, his arms still around me. “Welcome to ranch life, city girl. There’s no such thing as privacy here.”
I laugh even as my heart twists. Because he’s right.
And as much as I don’t want to think about it, privacy isn’t the only thing we don’t have. We also don’t have time. Or guarantees about what will happen when I’m done with the story, and I have to leave.
But for now, with his arms around me, I let myself pretend that it’s enough.
Chapter 7
Cash
She’s on her hands and knees in front of me, her back arched in that sexy, perfect curve that drives me absolutely insane, and I’m driving into her from behind, filling her completely.
And it’s absolute, fucking paradise.
