Sweet as Pie (Spring Hills Book 1) by Brisa Starr

Author:Brisa Starr [Starr, Brisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Green Butterfly Press
Published: 2020-08-14T05:00:00+00:00

16

Aspen

I jump at the loud clanging of the bells over the door as Ryker storms out of the bistro.

Who the hell does he think he is, kissing me like that?

And, whoa, how in the hell does he kiss like that?

I knew there was a drought between my legs, but damn, drought’s over for the night, enjoy the gush because that is not happening again. I sigh and touch my fingers to my lips. I never dreamed a kiss could be so hot. It seared more than just my lips. I mean, like, wow… everything is magnified, my senses heightened, and I’m hot just thinking about it again.

I couldn’t believe how hungry my body was for his the second I pressed against him. And his scent—and taste—I could survive on it alone. My heart picks up speed, and I think about his sexy, full lips. Well, I guess that question is answered. He’s a skilled kisser. He made my thighs quiver and my nipples hard the second he held my face in his hands. I don’t even want to think about what would’ve happened to the pies on the counter had Jack not interrupted with his phone call. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to stop myself.

But thankfully, Jack did call.

Right?

What the hell was I thinking, kissing him?

I blame it on curiosity, and now that curiosity has been satisfied. I can go back to ignoring Ryker, and my body’s reaction to him. I close my eyes and think again of the kiss though, just one more time. I was frantic with need the second his lips touched mine. A need thicker than any I’ve ever felt. A need to let someone else take control of me. To decide for me. To let go, for once. The shocking part is my yearning for his dominance. I should be abhorred at my reaction, but I was aroused.

And that scares me. How could I so easily betray myself?

I shake my head hard enough to hurt my eyes.

Maybe I’m the manic one.

What was he thinking, getting involved and calling Jack? I didn’t want his help. I didn’t want any man’s help—unless he’s over sixty or married. But a sexy, single, handsome billionaire who ogles me like I’m his next meal? No, that’s not who I want help from.

But a tiny part of me is also excited. I let myself giggle. He got the inspection moved up almost four weeks! Hallelujah! It’s gonna happen in a couple of days, which means he did help me get closer to attaining my goal. It’s still my goal. It’s still me attaining it. Even with his help. So why am I so hard on him? It’s not like his helping me means he has any stake in my future bed-and-breakfast.

But it does mean I’m obliged to him.

I feel like I owe him.

And I told him I was doing it by myself.

I’ll concede he made some points tonight. Annoying as that is, he’s right… it feels good to imagine what it could be like to have somebody out there for me.

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