Tempting Love (Cowboys & Angels 3)

“Fucking hell. That was amazing,” he gasped as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped up.

With a smile of my own, I made a check motion with my finger. “Not really a position, but we can check off blowjob in public.”

Mitchell laughed. “Yes, we can.”

His hand went behind my neck, crushing my mouth to his.

Time seemed to stand still. I felt him pour everything he had into that kiss, and I knew no matter what happened next, Mitchell Parker would never hurt me again.

When he broke the kiss, he leaned his forehead against mine and his mouth fell open. Words were on his lips, but he didn’t give them to me. They were probably the same words I wanted to say. I was just as nervous to admit it aloud. So I whispered the truth in my mind.

I love you, Mitchell Parker.

Excitement was in the air at the Parker house. Melanie and John floated from person to person like the perfect hosts that they were. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much at all the stories that had been told throughout the evening. Amelia and Wade’s wedding reception was turning out to be the party of the year, although Chloe informed everyone that her daddy and Uncle Mitchell’s party would be better.

I glanced around, my eyes landing on Amelia. I’d never seen her so happy. I thought back to a few months ago when she’d been scared that she might have lost Wade. Things could really change in the blink of an eye.

Heck, look at me and Mitchell. Last month we were barely able to look at one another across the room. Now I was sitting next to him, our hands laced together and I might possibly be…

I let the thought slip away. The less I thought about it the better.

“What do you think about the bodies showing up between here and Uvalde?” an older gentleman asked Mitchell. I couldn’t remember if he was someone Amelia’s dad worked with or an old family friend.

“It’s unsettling, that’s for sure,” Mitchell replied.

“Murders?” the man asked.

I could feel Mitchell tense. “Looks to be that way.”

Now I tensed. “How many bodies have they found?” I asked.

He looked at me, and I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk about his job. He rarely ever was. “Enough to cause concern.”

I swallowed hard.

“Lloyd Gillory said they are all runaways,” the man added. “Young women, most under the age of thirty.”

Mitchell cleared his throat. “Lloyd Gillory shouldn’t talk about things unless he knows the facts.”

Taken aback at Mitchell’s sharp tone, I quickly changed the subject. “Can you believe how insanely hot this summer has been? I’m hoping September brings a few early cold fronts. Especially with school starting next week and the fall festival a few weeks away.”

The older man, his wife, and Aunt Vi all looked at me.

“You couldn’t change the subject to something other than the weather, Corina?” Vi asked with pinched brows.

I managed a half-smile and shrugged.

A bell rang from the kitchen area, and everyone turned their attention to Melanie and John..

Mitchell leaned over and his hot breath brought goosebumps to my entire body. “I love your help, but the weather? We need to find some more interest subjects.”

I licked my lips before pressing them together. “Like?”

His mouth ran across my neck, causing a pull in my lower stomach. “Like how boring this party is and how I want to take you home and try a new position.”

I pulled away slightly to look at him. “You want me to bring up new sex positions next time I need to change the topic?”

He shrugged. “Might give the old bastards something good to talk about.”

I couldn’t help but smile. “I hardly think your mother would approve.”

He nodded, flashing a sexy grin. “She wouldn’t, but I would.”

I pushed his shoulder, then put my finger to my lips while his mother spoke.

“Thank you to everyone who came to help us celebrate Amelia and Wade’s wedding! Two down…five more to go!”

Cheers rang across the rooms as Trevor, Cord, and Tripp all held up their hands as if trying to reject their mother’s words.

“Never!” Trevor shouted.

Cord and Tripp both uttered something under their breaths. I was almost positive I heard a curse word or two.

Laughing, I looked at Mitchell. He stared with a goofy smile, and I wasn’t the only one who noticed. A few of the younger folks shot off a comment or two about how it looked like Mitchell had gotten bit. When Cord shouted something about Mitchell looking like a Smurf, everyone laughed.

Mitchell stood, taking a glass of champagne from one of the young ladies who had been walking around with a tray.

“I’d like to propose a toast to my baby sister,” Mitchell called out, glancing around the room. When he locked eyes with Amelia, both of their smiles lit up. “To see you so happy and in love is a beautiful thing. I’ve never been so proud of you for following your heart.”