Buns.
She’d known he’d show up sooner than later. The question was, did she want him to?
He knocked again, a sturdy, confident sort of knock. She looked through the peephole. Yep, one sexy-as-hell, uniformed forest ranger stood at her door, armed, locked, and loaded.
And hot.
Looking her right in the eye, he raised a brow.
Still silent, she bit her lip in rare indecision. Obey the hormones? Or ignore the need humming through her…
“All night,” Matt said. “I can do this all night.”
Blowing out a breath, she opened the door.
He rocked back on his heels, hands in his pockets, perfectly at ease as he took in her appearance. “Pretty,” he said.
She was in her oldest T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs. She looked like a garage sale special, and the worst part was… he most definitely did not. He was looking waaaaay too good. “I’m a mess.”
“Maybe. But you’re a pretty one.”
She narrowed her eyes, and he laughed. “You know, most women like it when a man calls them pretty.”
“I’m not most women.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
“Why are you here, Matt?”
“Get to it?” he asked. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes. Get to it.”
“All right. Direct. I like that. But you might not. It’s about the kiss.”
Her stomach suddenly had butterflies. “What about it?”
“You’ve been acting weird ever since.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Liar.” He leaned against the doorjamb, settling in, making himself comfortable. “So it’s been making me wonder. “Did I have bad breath?”
Was he kidding? He’d tasted like heaven. “No.”
“Did I kiss like a jackass? A Saint Bernard?”
She actually felt a smile threaten. How did he always do that, make her want to smile? Make her…
want
him, desperately. It was a conundrum, a big one. She really hadn’t had a single intention of getting tangled up in a man, but this man had come from nowhere and blindsided her, and now she could think of little else. “No,” she said. “You didn’t kiss like a jackass or a Saint Bernard.”
“Hmm.” He stepped into her then, crowding her in the doorway.
“What are you doing?”
“Apparently I have something to prove.” He pressed her up against the doorway. Fisting his hands in her hair, he kissed her. And just like that, with a single touch of his mouth to hers, her entire body disconnected from her brain. She kissed him back, too, hungrily pressing closer, as close as she could get.
The thing was, it’d been good the other night in the tent. Real good. But it was even better now—which made no sense. Neither was the way she could almost forget all her problems when he had his mouth on her. And what had begun as an irritating interruption quickly escalated into a heated frenzy, his body colliding with hers in all the right places. She was panting for air when he abruptly broke the kiss with a muttered oath and answered his radio.
She hadn’t even heard the interruption.
“I have to go,” he said, his breathing still a little ragged.
Nodding, she touched her wet mouth. “Yeah.”
His gaze dropped to her lips, and his eyes heated again. He didn’t want to go. He wanted her. Not that he’d ever made a secret of it, but the knowledge gave her a disturbingly warm glow.
“So we’re good?” he asked.
Good covered way too much ground. “You’ve got to go, remember?”
“Amy—”
“Bye.” Stepping backward into her apartment, she shut the door. Then stared at it. He was still standing there on the other side, she could
feel
him.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said through the wood.
She let out a startled laugh, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Hell no, they weren’t good. Not when he’d just proven what she’d already known—they were so far beyond good it was scary. They were
combustible
.
But she knew the power of it now, she assured herself. And it was okay because all she had to do was stay clear.
Which was going to be a little bit
She’d known he’d show up sooner than later. The question was, did she want him to?
He knocked again, a sturdy, confident sort of knock. She looked through the peephole. Yep, one sexy-as-hell, uniformed forest ranger stood at her door, armed, locked, and loaded.
And hot.
Looking her right in the eye, he raised a brow.
Still silent, she bit her lip in rare indecision. Obey the hormones? Or ignore the need humming through her…
“All night,” Matt said. “I can do this all night.”
Blowing out a breath, she opened the door.
He rocked back on his heels, hands in his pockets, perfectly at ease as he took in her appearance. “Pretty,” he said.
She was in her oldest T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs. She looked like a garage sale special, and the worst part was… he most definitely did not. He was looking waaaaay too good. “I’m a mess.”
“Maybe. But you’re a pretty one.”
She narrowed her eyes, and he laughed. “You know, most women like it when a man calls them pretty.”
“I’m not most women.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that.”
“Why are you here, Matt?”
“Get to it?” he asked. “Is that what you’re saying?”
“Yes. Get to it.”
“All right. Direct. I like that. But you might not. It’s about the kiss.”
Her stomach suddenly had butterflies. “What about it?”
“You’ve been acting weird ever since.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Liar.” He leaned against the doorjamb, settling in, making himself comfortable. “So it’s been making me wonder. “Did I have bad breath?”
Was he kidding? He’d tasted like heaven. “No.”
“Did I kiss like a jackass? A Saint Bernard?”
She actually felt a smile threaten. How did he always do that, make her want to smile? Make her…
want
him, desperately. It was a conundrum, a big one. She really hadn’t had a single intention of getting tangled up in a man, but this man had come from nowhere and blindsided her, and now she could think of little else. “No,” she said. “You didn’t kiss like a jackass or a Saint Bernard.”
“Hmm.” He stepped into her then, crowding her in the doorway.
“What are you doing?”
“Apparently I have something to prove.” He pressed her up against the doorway. Fisting his hands in her hair, he kissed her. And just like that, with a single touch of his mouth to hers, her entire body disconnected from her brain. She kissed him back, too, hungrily pressing closer, as close as she could get.
The thing was, it’d been good the other night in the tent. Real good. But it was even better now—which made no sense. Neither was the way she could almost forget all her problems when he had his mouth on her. And what had begun as an irritating interruption quickly escalated into a heated frenzy, his body colliding with hers in all the right places. She was panting for air when he abruptly broke the kiss with a muttered oath and answered his radio.
She hadn’t even heard the interruption.
“I have to go,” he said, his breathing still a little ragged.
Nodding, she touched her wet mouth. “Yeah.”
His gaze dropped to her lips, and his eyes heated again. He didn’t want to go. He wanted her. Not that he’d ever made a secret of it, but the knowledge gave her a disturbingly warm glow.
“So we’re good?” he asked.
Good covered way too much ground. “You’ve got to go, remember?”
“Amy—”
“Bye.” Stepping backward into her apartment, she shut the door. Then stared at it. He was still standing there on the other side, she could
feel
him.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” he said through the wood.
She let out a startled laugh, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Hell no, they weren’t good. Not when he’d just proven what she’d already known—they were so far beyond good it was scary. They were
combustible
.
But she knew the power of it now, she assured herself. And it was okay because all she had to do was stay clear.
Which was going to be a little bit
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