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Nope. Not where I'd hoped he was going with this whole 'lean in to distract me from finding his contact' routine. "I have to be in the right mood. And with the right person."
He leans back in. "Who could be better than the man who saved your life? Your soul mate?"
"My soul mate? I meant that in a connected for the rest of our lives, you save my life I save yours kind of way, not a romantic way."
He shrugs. "That's one interpretation, but there are many cultures who believe when a man saves a woman's life, it connects them on a soul—"
I kiss him. I do it to shut him up, because he is being utterly ridiculous.
But mostly because I really, really want to kiss him.
He tastes like cherries and mint. An odd combination, but one I can't seem to get enough of. His tongue tangles with mine, his hands slide over my back to rest on the waistband of my shorts, and I moan into his mouth.
He feels, tastes, kisses so damn fucking good.
I jerk away, because this is not happening.
The bastard smirks at me.
I point at him and take a couple of steps back. He's too tempting. "Nope. There will be no smirking or acting like you are some sort of sex god. That kiss was average."
His smirk gets smirkier, and he closes the distance between us. "If it was so average, why did you moan?"
I ball my hands into fists because I have the sudden urge to grab his shirt and pull it off. Instead, I retreat five steps until the wall of the small barn is at my back and I have nowhere else to go. "Fine. The kiss was better than average, but that doesn't mean anything. It was probably just a fluke."
His entire expression lights up like someone decorated his face with fairy lights just for this moment. Is he literally sparkling? Or is he just so amused and happy it seems that way? "I dare you to kiss me again and prove it's not a fluke."
I jump on him, because, well, he pretty much dared me and a Weston never turns down a dare. I wrap my legs around his waist, grip his face in my hands, and kiss him like I've never kissed anyone before.
This time, he's the one who moans as he grips my ass so tight and presses me against the barn wall until I can feel his hardness at my center. How can a man so wrong for me feel so good?
He sets me on the ground, and I groan in annoyance.
"Still think it's a fluke?"
I'm wild with desire for this man and my brain is so far offline that I can't come up with a single good reason not to go after everything I want. It's been so, so long since I've felt a man's hands on me, since I've wanted anyone so desperately that I can't catch my breath. "Is a kiss really enough of a test?"
His eyes darken and he licks his lips, his body tense like he's fighting with himself. I love that he looks as wild as I feel. It's a good look on him. "Don't tease me, Dani. Tell me exactly what you want."
So, I do. I don't worry about what it all means or where it's going, because I've already got too much in my life to worry about. This, at least, should be easy. "I want you to make me come, Ranger. Isn't that the accurate test of chemistry? Can we get each other off?"
His smile is one I haven't seen from him before, and it scares me as much as it excites me. Maybe I don't know all of this man the way I thought I did. Maybe there are sides to him I've never imagined. "Can you be quiet when you come? I don't want an audience."
Before I can answer, he drops to his knees, lifts my shirt, and presses soft kisses to my belly. I sink into the feel of his warm breath against my skin, of his hands on my ass, again, like he can't get enough.
He kisses down my belly to the waistband of my shorts and looks up at me, the question clear in his eyes.
My body and my hormones, however, overrule reason and logic and slap them out of my brain as I nod. "Feel free to do whatever you want. It's probably going to take every bit of your skill to get me off."
He grins. "Now that's some sexy talk."
He yanks down my shorts and panties in one swift motion, lifts one of my legs up onto his shoulder, and presses his mouth to my core. All thoughts flee except for the ones about how damn good he is with his tongue.
Dani without a tongue on her clit would worry about the fact only a barrel on one side and a barn at my back protects us from being seen or about how quickly this encounter has escalated, but Dani with a tongue now teasing her folds and teeth nipping her clit doesn't give a baker's dozen what happens next.
All that matters, all that exists, is the feel of Grant's tongue and his hands on my bare ass, rubbing my sensitive flesh, his fingers delving and spreading my cheeks, circling a spot no one has ever touched before. He applies the tiniest bit of pressure while his tongue works me and I erupt into a pleasure like nothing I've ever felt before.
It must be a combination of fresh air, the risk of getting caught, and that forbidden touch that send me over the edge so fast I scream his name and my body shudders with pleasure.
