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woman.
“So why’s she looking for him now?”
“Her mom died recently and she has no one else left.”
That explained her sudden silence after their brief conversation before, he thought, taking the tray of meat out to the grill. Either way, except for ensuring she didn’t rip his sister off, she was none of his concern—and that’s exactly the way it would stay.
*
It was getting dark when he and Willow left Ness’s place. His sister looked tired, but kept extending their stay, saying she didn’t want to be alone just yet. Now, here he was, confined in the cab of his truck with a woman who disturbed him on every level of consciousness and a few unconscious ones into the bargain. At least the distance to the store was a short one.
He pulled up in the alley out back of the store and hopped down to open Willow’s door. He may not particularly want her here, but he wasn’t about to compromise his standards when it came to the right way to treat a woman.
“Thank you,” she said simply as he opened her door.
He walked with her to the door, waiting until she’d inserted the key in the lock and turned it.
“You want me to check inside?” he asked, still exhibiting the manners his mother had drilled into him from birth.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Good. I’ll head off then.”
But even though he said the words, his body didn’t want to compute their meaning. He stood, rooted to the spot as Willow pushed open the door and turned back to him.
“I had a good time tonight,” she said. “Thank you for taking me. Good night.”
She looked up at him and he was hit with a bolt of need so powerful and so basic that, despite every instinct calling him all kinds of fool, it was suddenly the most natural thing in the world to lean down and kiss her.
Her lips were soft and yielding and parted on a gasp of surprise that he immediately took advantage of. She tasted of the wine she’d drunk with dinner and something exotic, something forbidden. Something he wanted more than anything he’d wanted before in his life. He traced the contours of her lips with his tongue, felt her sag against him, her arms reach around his waist even as his hands took her shoulders and hauled her tighter against him. Every cell in his body went on high alert, demanding he take this further. Passion surged within him, clouding his mind and bringing his focus solely on the two of them, of the taste of her, of the texture of her tongue as it dueled with his, of the press of her deliciously feminine curves against the hardness of his own.
The sound of some animal skittering away from the trashcans stacked in the alley intruded, waking him up to what he was doing—and, more importantly, with whom. He pulled away and let her go so fast she teetered slightly before self-correcting. Her hand went to her mouth, her fingertips pressed to lips that only seconds ago he’d possessed without a thought for anything more than the craving she inspired in him.
And that was the image that stayed with him as he strode away without a word and got into his truck. The image that burned on the back of his eyelids for long hours as he tried to sleep back at the ranch. The image that woke with him the next morning.
Six
F riday night, Booth was in town for a much-needed drink. They’d put up five hundred round bales of hay these past few weeks and it was hot and dirty work. They hoped to put up another thousand by the time they reached summer’s end. He was tired and itchy and his temper had been short and foul ever since that darn fool kiss. He’d been out of his mind to give in to impulse. Impulse had led to trouble every single time he’d indulged in it and he’d spent the better part of the last five years learning to limit his baser urges. Willow Phillips had thrown all that hard-fought-for control to the wind.
Booth pushed thoughts of Willow, and the memory of her lush soft lips, firmly from his mind. There was no time to think about her. KD
“So why’s she looking for him now?”
“Her mom died recently and she has no one else left.”
That explained her sudden silence after their brief conversation before, he thought, taking the tray of meat out to the grill. Either way, except for ensuring she didn’t rip his sister off, she was none of his concern—and that’s exactly the way it would stay.
*
It was getting dark when he and Willow left Ness’s place. His sister looked tired, but kept extending their stay, saying she didn’t want to be alone just yet. Now, here he was, confined in the cab of his truck with a woman who disturbed him on every level of consciousness and a few unconscious ones into the bargain. At least the distance to the store was a short one.
He pulled up in the alley out back of the store and hopped down to open Willow’s door. He may not particularly want her here, but he wasn’t about to compromise his standards when it came to the right way to treat a woman.
“Thank you,” she said simply as he opened her door.
He walked with her to the door, waiting until she’d inserted the key in the lock and turned it.
“You want me to check inside?” he asked, still exhibiting the manners his mother had drilled into him from birth.
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Good. I’ll head off then.”
But even though he said the words, his body didn’t want to compute their meaning. He stood, rooted to the spot as Willow pushed open the door and turned back to him.
“I had a good time tonight,” she said. “Thank you for taking me. Good night.”
She looked up at him and he was hit with a bolt of need so powerful and so basic that, despite every instinct calling him all kinds of fool, it was suddenly the most natural thing in the world to lean down and kiss her.
Her lips were soft and yielding and parted on a gasp of surprise that he immediately took advantage of. She tasted of the wine she’d drunk with dinner and something exotic, something forbidden. Something he wanted more than anything he’d wanted before in his life. He traced the contours of her lips with his tongue, felt her sag against him, her arms reach around his waist even as his hands took her shoulders and hauled her tighter against him. Every cell in his body went on high alert, demanding he take this further. Passion surged within him, clouding his mind and bringing his focus solely on the two of them, of the taste of her, of the texture of her tongue as it dueled with his, of the press of her deliciously feminine curves against the hardness of his own.
The sound of some animal skittering away from the trashcans stacked in the alley intruded, waking him up to what he was doing—and, more importantly, with whom. He pulled away and let her go so fast she teetered slightly before self-correcting. Her hand went to her mouth, her fingertips pressed to lips that only seconds ago he’d possessed without a thought for anything more than the craving she inspired in him.
And that was the image that stayed with him as he strode away without a word and got into his truck. The image that burned on the back of his eyelids for long hours as he tried to sleep back at the ranch. The image that woke with him the next morning.
Six
F riday night, Booth was in town for a much-needed drink. They’d put up five hundred round bales of hay these past few weeks and it was hot and dirty work. They hoped to put up another thousand by the time they reached summer’s end. He was tired and itchy and his temper had been short and foul ever since that darn fool kiss. He’d been out of his mind to give in to impulse. Impulse had led to trouble every single time he’d indulged in it and he’d spent the better part of the last five years learning to limit his baser urges. Willow Phillips had thrown all that hard-fought-for control to the wind.
Booth pushed thoughts of Willow, and the memory of her lush soft lips, firmly from his mind. There was no time to think about her. KD
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