Bouquets and Buckles: An Age Gap, Snowed In, Cowboy Romance (Crimson Ridge)

I don’t want to be your friend, Skylar.

Holy fuck.

I’m almost panting as the heat and masculinity of this man fills my senses. Lucas Rhodes is a solid wall consuming my vision and invading my space—along with my last remaining shred of sanity.NôvelDrama.Org content.

“I don’t want to be your friend, or your friend’s father, or anything else that makes it seem like I’m not over here fighting every urge to kiss the fuck outta you.”

My eyes widen… entire body flushing…. pulse fluttering madly in my throat like it’s trying to grow wings.

“You want that…” Suddenly, I feel so nervous. My big plan of seduction was all well and good until now we’ve reached that threshold and I’m instantly aware of how much older and more experienced this man is.

If this carries on, I don’t want him to feel disappointed.

“I want a lot of things,” he murmurs. Dark, hungry eyes fix on my mouth. “A lot of things I’m not supposed to wish for.”

“It’s Christmas… don’t they say wishes come true?”

His lips twitch, and he reaches for the glass he set down just before.

“I’d say this is more like a fantasy wrapped up in a pretty pink bow.”

God. This man is so hot. My cheeks feel like they might be on fire with his flirty words and roaming gaze.

“One you’d like to unwrap, I hope.”

Luke lifts his drink, gives me a heated look, and then slides a thigh forward to part my knees. “You want to be unwrapped, sweetheart?”

Oh, god. I nearly whimper out loud.

Somehow, I manage a nod. Maybe I fumble out a yes but I’m not sure.

“Then tilt that pretty little head back for me and open your mouth.”

My pussy clenches. The commanding tone in his voice is doing things to me I’ve only ever dreamed about.

So, of course, I do as he says, lifting my chin and dutifully opening.

Luke leans over me and very carefully pours a little whiskey from his glass onto my tongue. It’s just enough to run slowly across my tastebuds, allowing me a taste, and that trickle of warmth feels like it floods everywhere, igniting my veins with desire.

“More?” His husky voice is so close.

I’ve never agreed to something more enthusiastically. Nodding quickly, I open my mouth again.

This time, the liquid doesn’t hit my tongue like I’m expecting. It drips over my lower lip, and runs a trickle down my chin and neck.

“Fuck. I’m going to hell for this.” I hear him groan, and then his mouth is on me. He fastens over my collarbone. Plush wet lips pair with scratches from his stubble as he sucks up the alcohol gathered there, followed by a moment that will remain forever ingrained in my memory, when he licks a scalding trail, tracing the line of whiskey up the column of my throat.

Up, up, up, until he reaches my mouth.

Luke hovers there, our lips only a frantic breath apart. Every inch of my skin feels like it’s tingling with anticipation, and if I wasn’t already hot for this man, with that one sinfully sexy move, he’s just turned me into a complete slut, only for him.

“More?” That one word is so gravelly, so alluring. It makes heat pool low in my belly.

All I want to do is lose myself in this man. There’s no guarantee Luke will even kiss me, yet right now I’m so lost in the moment, I’m not exactly sure that I care.

Somehow, I muster up the strength to nod. In all honesty, he can have whatever he wants, and I’ll happily thank him for the opportunity. Multiple times over.

This time, his eyes roam all over me, as he brings that glass up to his mouth. Lucas Rhodes studies me like he’s got all the time in the goddamn world, and I feel like I’m about to dissolve right here on the kitchen table.

“Please.” That single word gusts past my lips, shaky, so unbelievably turned on. Unwrap me, unravel me, whatever he wants, it’s his.

He makes a rough noise, then takes a sip, all the while keeping my eyes entangled in his hooded gaze. Only, instead of swallowing, he leans over to cup the back of my head.

Those calloused fingers slide into my hair, and I gasp at the sensation of his heated touch.

That moment right there, is all it takes. He looms over me, so commanding and utterly handsome I feel like I’m living out every single fantasy moment I’ve ever created in my mind’s eye.

And he spits into my mouth.