Reckless Cowboy (Iron Ridge #3)

You’re trouble.

“YOU’RE TROUBLE.”

Says the woman sitting on a frilly confection of a bed with her pants undone and hair sex-mussed. “You love it.”

“I really don’t.”

“Liar.” I tilt her chin up with one finger.

We haven’t kissed yet. I’ve never wanted to kiss a woman so badly.

I bet she lights up. I bet she surrenders just like the woman on the cover of the book against her chest. Just the thought of her mouth has me hard again, and I’m not even thinking about it around my cock.

I rub my thumb on her lower lip. “Admit it, sunshine. You love that I climbed through your window.”

“Stop calling me that.” She frowns, but she doesn’t pull away. “My dad would shoot you if he caught you in here.”

“You’re worth the risk.” I run the back of my hand down the side of her face, and she leans into the touch like she can’t help it. Like she needs this as much as I do.

The problem is, I need it too much.