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certain he liked, and certainly didn’t want to be partnered with. What the hell was wrong with him? Even as the logic of his thoughts penetrated, his body tightened as their legs and shoulders touched in the close quarters of the carriage.
The short ride felt like hours. He helped her from the carriage and escorted her into the entrance hall and up the stairs, not stopping until they’d reached her bedroom. She’d just extended her hand to grasp the door handle when she felt his hands grip her shoulders and spin her toward him.
Mollie looked into eyes that appeared tormented and hostile. Her voice caught in her throat. She lowered her thick, golden lashes and tried to step back, but he held her firm.
Without warning, Pierce pulled her to him, his mouth coming down on hers in a hard kiss. She tried to ease her hands between them and push away, but stopped as he softened the embrace, his warm, firm lips claiming hers, causing heat to course through her body, all thoughts of pulling away were now gone. Her eyes, strangely heavy, fluttered shut. His grip loosened and she leaned into him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body to hers.
Mollie’s hands eased up his arms to his shoulders as his mouth shifted over hers, his gentle ministrations fogging her mind while her body thrummed with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer.
He guided them toward her room, moving through the entrance and kicking the door closed. He wrapped his arms around her, letting his lips find the soft, sensitive area behind her ear before traveling down her slender, ivory neck then back up to her lips. She moaned into his mouth, her body surging against his.
Pierce didn’t know what it was that made him stop, pull away, and step back, letting his arms drop to his sides. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and paced a few feet away, lifting his arms to spear his hands through his hair. His eyes opened to see Mollie, lips slightly swollen, confusion on her face, and breathing heavily.
“Mollie, I…” Pierce began then trailed off. He wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to say.
She blinked a couple of times in an attempt to recover her composure and took a deep, steadying breath before opening the door.
“It would be best if you’d leave.” She nodded once toward the hall.
Pierce’s eyes narrowed on hers before he stepped past and into the hall, hearing the door close behind him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked toward his bedroom. The walk seemed like miles, yet it was just a few yards.
He made his way to his bed, dropping clothes as he went, and fell across it, resting an arm over his eyes and wondering how he’d let that happen.
Chapter Seven
Mollie took one last look in the mirror, and satisfied, picked up her reticule to leave for her luncheon.
She’d been struggling with her body’s intense reaction to Pierce a few nights before. The encounter had been unexpected, but not unwanted, at least from her perspective. She had an inkling of what had triggered his sudden desire for her, even though Pierce had yet to utter a word about that night. Their few, brief meetings since had been all business, as if the passion they had experienced never happened.
Mollie had been attracted to Pierce from their first encounter, but had kept her distance, in part because of her job, but also due to his status as a MacLaren. Everyone in Fire Mountain knew and respected the wealthy ranching family. She’d grown up barely able to survive from week to week, her father’s work never providing for anything besides the bare minimum. Pierce was used to a life only wealth and status could offer, two things she knew little about.
It had surprised her when he’d joined the agency. She’d vowed to keep her distance, her attraction at that point already too strong. Then Noah had partnered them on the counterfeiting assignment. As much as she’d resented it, felt he would hinder the progress she’d
The short ride felt like hours. He helped her from the carriage and escorted her into the entrance hall and up the stairs, not stopping until they’d reached her bedroom. She’d just extended her hand to grasp the door handle when she felt his hands grip her shoulders and spin her toward him.
Mollie looked into eyes that appeared tormented and hostile. Her voice caught in her throat. She lowered her thick, golden lashes and tried to step back, but he held her firm.
Without warning, Pierce pulled her to him, his mouth coming down on hers in a hard kiss. She tried to ease her hands between them and push away, but stopped as he softened the embrace, his warm, firm lips claiming hers, causing heat to course through her body, all thoughts of pulling away were now gone. Her eyes, strangely heavy, fluttered shut. His grip loosened and she leaned into him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body to hers.
Mollie’s hands eased up his arms to his shoulders as his mouth shifted over hers, his gentle ministrations fogging her mind while her body thrummed with need. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew him closer.
He guided them toward her room, moving through the entrance and kicking the door closed. He wrapped his arms around her, letting his lips find the soft, sensitive area behind her ear before traveling down her slender, ivory neck then back up to her lips. She moaned into his mouth, her body surging against his.
Pierce didn’t know what it was that made him stop, pull away, and step back, letting his arms drop to his sides. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and paced a few feet away, lifting his arms to spear his hands through his hair. His eyes opened to see Mollie, lips slightly swollen, confusion on her face, and breathing heavily.
“Mollie, I…” Pierce began then trailed off. He wasn’t sure what it was he wanted to say.
She blinked a couple of times in an attempt to recover her composure and took a deep, steadying breath before opening the door.
“It would be best if you’d leave.” She nodded once toward the hall.
Pierce’s eyes narrowed on hers before he stepped past and into the hall, hearing the door close behind him. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked toward his bedroom. The walk seemed like miles, yet it was just a few yards.
He made his way to his bed, dropping clothes as he went, and fell across it, resting an arm over his eyes and wondering how he’d let that happen.
Chapter Seven
Mollie took one last look in the mirror, and satisfied, picked up her reticule to leave for her luncheon.
She’d been struggling with her body’s intense reaction to Pierce a few nights before. The encounter had been unexpected, but not unwanted, at least from her perspective. She had an inkling of what had triggered his sudden desire for her, even though Pierce had yet to utter a word about that night. Their few, brief meetings since had been all business, as if the passion they had experienced never happened.
Mollie had been attracted to Pierce from their first encounter, but had kept her distance, in part because of her job, but also due to his status as a MacLaren. Everyone in Fire Mountain knew and respected the wealthy ranching family. She’d grown up barely able to survive from week to week, her father’s work never providing for anything besides the bare minimum. Pierce was used to a life only wealth and status could offer, two things she knew little about.
It had surprised her when he’d joined the agency. She’d vowed to keep her distance, her attraction at that point already too strong. Then Noah had partnered them on the counterfeiting assignment. As much as she’d resented it, felt he would hinder the progress she’d
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