Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

Then it happened.

The oven timer went off. It was like a shot of reality rushed through my veins.

Cupping her face with my hands, I pulled her gently from my mouth. We stared at each other for the longest time as the oven timer continued to give its warning. A warning that came way too fucking late.

I saw the horror in her eyes, and I was positive it matched mine. We’d gotten so damn carried away that we hadn’t used protection.

Her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, Mitchell.”

My hands fell to her hips, and I gently lifted her off of me. Never taking my eyes from hers, I helped her so she was sitting on my lap. Tears formed in her baby blues before she buried her head into my neck. I wanted to kick my own ass for being so damn careless. For not taking care of her like I knew I should have. For letting my own weakness lead us to this moment. I had never in my life forgotten to wear a condom. I was never this irresponsible.

“I’m so sorry, dove. I’m so sorry I didn’t… I didn’t stop us.”

She shook her head. “No, don’t say that. I wouldn’t take that back for anything. I’ve never felt so amazing. So connected to anyone in my entire life. And it was my fault. I threw myself at you and…and I said all those things…and…”

More tears.

My chest tightened, and I felt the strangest ache. What in the hell was this? Was I scared because we’d just had sex without protection? Was I upset because she was scared and crying? Or was I hoping that…no.

I shook the thought away.

“Please don’t cry, baby. I can’t stand to see you cry.”

Placing my finger on her chin, I drew her lips to mine. The kiss was soft, slow, and so damn perfect. The urge to pick her up, bring her to my bed and make love to her the right way was overwhelming. So overwhelming I let the thought linger longer than it should.

Seconds turned into minutes as we kissed like we would never see each other again.

When we both needed a breath, Corina gave me a smile that changed everything for me. I wasn’t sure in what way, but I knew something deep inside of me was different. Her eyes had the most brilliant light to them. She had just taken me on a ride that was a million times better than any fucking amusement ride I’d ever been on, and it wasn’t just the amazing fuck. It was the connection, a connection to her that I’d never experienced before in my entire life.

She pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “I think the oven is trying to tells us to take the food out.”

“Shit!” I said, moving her off of me and running into the kitchen. I was well aware I was butt ass naked as I rushed over and pulled out the wings and fries.

“They’re not burnt!” I cried out with glee.

Turning, I stood there frozen as I stared at Corina. She had wrapped her body up with the blanket I kept on the back of the sofa.

“Would it sound crazy if I said I wanted you again?” she asked shyly, her beautiful cheeks a soft rose color.

Slipping the oven mitts off my hands, I made my way to her. I pushed her hair back from her face. My hand slipped into her hair, drawing her head back, and we stared into one another’s eyes.

“We have to be careful, dove. Are you on the pill?”

When her eyes drifted from mine, I felt a sickness take root in the pit of my stomach.

“I’m on the pill, but I’ve missed the last few days. With the fire and all…my pills were on my bedside table. I’ve been meaning to get the prescription refilled.”

I swallowed hard and leaned my forehead against hers. “Cord and Tripp are going to kick my ass. I had a no sex rule in place.”

Covering her mouth, she whispered, “I guess I took Mrs. Johnson’s advice to heart.”

“Mrs. Johnson gave you advice? On sex?” I pretended to tremble in fear.

Corina giggled. “She told me to come home and jump your bones. When I saw you standing there…looking all hot with your baseball cap on backwards, the muscles showing.” She shrugged. “I lost all control.”

“Wait, Mrs. Johnson told you that?”

She nodded.

“Well, fuck, my dick just went limp.”

Corina reached out and took my cock in her hand. “Bet I know how to fix that.”

Boy, did she ever. We spent the rest of the night in my bed, taking old lady Johnson’s advice to heart.

I stared out the window of my patrol truck, lost in memories of this past week. My dick was exhausted. Corina and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Every day when I came home from work, she was there, waiting in a different outfit that she must have known would drive me out of my damn mind.