“Well, shit. Don’t like that either.”
“Kent!”
He drew her back into his arms and she opened her mouth, ready to blast him and that’s when he kissed her. And oh boy, was it a kiss. Yeah, she should pull back and tell him off. But was she going to?
Hell, no.
Because Kent Jensen was kissing her. The man who featured in the majority of her fantasies. The man she’d watched from afar longingly for years. He was the sexiest, most gorgeous man she’d ever met.
And the man could kiss.
For a moment she was frozen, unsure what to do. He pulled back slightly. “Kiss me back, sweetheart.”
Kiss him back? She’d only kissed one boy and that had been horrid, his tongue jabbing into her mouth until she wanted to vomit.
This was far, far from that.
But instead of embarrassing the hell of herself by explaining to him that she had no idea what she was doing, she decided to just follow his lead. She relaxed her mouth, ran her tongue along his. He tightened his hold on her, and a low growling noise escaped from him.
“Fuck, yes, baby. Kiss me.” He ran kisses along her jaw. “You have the softest skin.”
He took her mouth again as he grasped hold of her ass, squeezing tightly. She gasped, her body going up in flames. His lips were surprisingly soft. The scent of him was masculine. Rich. Woodsy. His arms were strong around her, his body so hard and hot. And she melted.
And just from a kiss.
But then it wasn’t just any kiss, was it?
It was the kiss. The kiss to end all kisses. The kiss she’d never forget for the rest of her life.
He moved gently to begin with. Everything felt light and sweet from the brush of his lips against hers to the way his hand rubbed up and down her thigh. Her clit tingled, her nipples aching. She’d never experienced arousal like this. Something all-consuming. Something that made her forget everything except his touch.
She groaned against him mouth and he pressed his tongue in to play with her. Their kiss grew wilder. Explosions of heat. Her heart raced and she moved restlessly on his lap. She wanted more. Needed more.
“Where do you want me to touch you? Tell Daddy, baby.”
Chapter Six
Fuck it all to hell.
What the hell was that? Why did he just say that? He wasn’t a daddy. He didn’t want a baby girl. He’d just gotten carried away.
He stared down at her, his hands dropping away. He should say something. He just didn’t know what.
What had he been thinking? What was he doing kissing her? He was supposed to be here as a friend. As part of a debt owed.
He was not supposed to pull her into his arms and kiss her for fuck’s sake. It wasn’t fair on her. It was obvious how innocent she was. The way she’d kissed him back had very clearly demonstrated that. Not that the kiss hadn’t been hot. But she’d been hesitant, unsure.
Until the kiss had deepened and she’d stopped thinking. Then it had become far too hot for his peace of mind.
And then he’d fucked it all to hell.
Daddy? Really?
When he was younger, he’d always been attracted to women with attitudes, with confidence. He’d enjoyed the thrill of the chase.
And none of them would ever have wanted to live on a ranch in the middle of Montana. To yield to his excessive demands around their safety. To cede control beyond the bedroom.
Was that why none of them had lasted?