Catching Sparks (Cherry Peak Book 2)

The bright redsign hung above the door of Peakside reflects in Garrison’s eyes as we stall a few steps away, my pink lipstick smeared across his mouth and foundation on his nose. His pupil-blown stare is enough of a confidence boost that I doubt I’ll need to hear another compliment for the rest of my life.

I ache between my legs, the orgasm I had in the car on the way here not enough to soothe me completely. I’ve never considered myself a buckle bunny despite my love of a man in boots and a cowboy hat, but for Garrison, I’d tattoo the name on my forehead and wear it with pride.

It took one look at him in his full cowboy attire to have me begging to be bent over the bed before we left home, but he was adamant about not being late. Luckily for me, he was generous enough to slide his hand down my pants on the ride over, but as I clench around nothing standing outside the bar, I think that may have actually made my arousal worse.

“I’m not going to take you in the alley again, Poppy. Stop looking at me like that,” he groans, shutting his eyes as his forehead rolls across mine.